crazy All we talk about is how things used to be Try to get together, try to talk I know I'm gonna have to walk all night Because you called the cops
All we talk about is how things used to be Try to get together, try to talk I know I'm gonna have to walk all night Because you called the cops on me
daughters Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders Call Puffy to order [P-Diddy] Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city, Send the cops, the feds and D.A
a warehouse Two pairs, one on ice I won't even wear out Go head and talk greezy and you'll find yourself Aired out I box with the force that can knock
their doom, a stab of my venom enters their wounds I mentally bloom, exhume tombs with dope lyrics Tupac's alive and well, Big L 'The Devil's Son' ??? with
Baby Bash] I take a slow beat (Slow beat) And spit a hard rap (Hard rap) Pobre, I ain't retarded, you know we off that (Off that) From the west, my brother
I'ma straight up knock niggaz off (POM! POM!) And when the cops come to get me I'ma take a dead body, and bop ten cops with me I'm sick and tired of hearin
I'm high Till this present meaning I'm fucked that I showed up Strapped with the 44, niggas know I got mine Stretch with a Gauge, Polly-B with the Tec
headed for the door Just when I wthought I'd get outta there with my skin These 3 big dudes come strollin in With one old drunk chick and some fella with
had 'em all out there steppin' and fetchin' Like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin' But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops
Will it come to an end? Pimple head kid in a Pope cardigan Hoping, the shots don't bust again Cause I done lost two friends, in the parking lot Now their
the deck Hoes serving up champaigne not because of this game, because I'm signin' their checks We gettin' service underwater fag Workers runnin' in-and-out, buildin' up their
off the desk so I can tell the time No one knows where the flow goes when the 'dults crow you better take some no doughs Now I'm out tha back with a
jump you like a red checker Chop your head off I aim (fifths?) and circum- -cize all of you guys 'cause it ain't shit to merk 'em I look into their eyes
can and it will (nigga) Fuck around with Amityville and you DIE Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies With their
re all gonna be eating at Whitey's And he'll be busin tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets Hey yo... [Eminem speaks] Fuck this, cut this shit off. Hey yo, Head
