in a house with a fucking elevator Haters getting mad, they done had enough of Shady You slay me, nothing you say matters enough that you shame me Rappers try to play me
a Globetrotter So I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion I just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout You
calling the cops on us You rather shoot it out You don't want to box with us Pocket full of high notes so I call it the opera Mobster used to eating
porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind 'Cuz you
Ring the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye You two-facety, you can't face me And my rhymes you'll bite and learn Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical
nature rise, blood shot red eyes Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise Situations and circumstances make you take them dangerous chances Leave you
Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he?s moaning "You belong to me I believe" And someone turns and says to him "My friend you'd better leave" And
Sometimes it feels like you can't get enough My buddies and me keep looking for the stuff To make us feel the blood rushing through our veins Just to
what, they would say, is so good about interesting? a?? Well, interesting is, you knowa?¦ it'sa?¦ interesting. It's likea?¦ being awake, you know,
's not a question of why But what party you choose The Government's the enemy Don't know about you but it's clear to me Uncle Sam wants me to be all
you got me grinning like it's money that I'm winning No way is this sinning cause you got me feeling purer than thou show me how you do this thing cause you got me
out you Put you in the trunk wit the bubbly In the jungle Missin for months Til they forget about you Find you Can't identify you I'm a rider Guerillas will spank yo mama The Dr. that brought you
Black you fucked up, you never should of stepped(snuck) up My spot cocked, suckers, scared to die, tough luck Run, prepare to meet ya maker, no longer is you
KFC 'Cause it's not really chicken Hot chettos for breakfast Make a young student sick and Did you ever think someone's trickin' you... you, you, you
little child for me I know the story, going to bed, feeling hungry Wakin' up dirty, all eyes on me Blinded thug angel 'til my God call me I brought you
the one behind this! Christine Daae! CHRISTINE: How dare you! CARLOTTA: I'm not a fool! CHRISTINE: You evil woman! How dare you! CARLOTTA: You think
got now the rich all bitch how they were used did they ever have to play the pay to play blues Buddy if you're up there listening could you tell me whose
keep still 'fore I make an example Cut up that fuckin' remake, and give me that sample Give me the fuckin' recoup, you 'sposed to be payin' me Bag the