Show me the way, as the darkness falls Show me the way, tonight Light up the way, been gone too long Show me the way, tonight Show me the way
in my bill fold I like my brew real cold, it's the Ro-gram you with me Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes Niggas do crimes
a retro shirt My knuckles? (Well?) I bet those hurt Plus Ap and Celph got the best flows on Earth (So show and prove it) But you scared, only talk to me
ain't aglow On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter versus spirit A
me (As we continue on) Why nigga you would die if you try me [Big Mike:] Why nigga you would die if you try me [DJ Thoro:] Talk greasy to me I'll do
I put a nigga on Top do I beat him with a hammer show him that I'm not a hoe I fill out an application at Papa Deaux work my way up to manager and rob
rock Bless you like the father you submit to in prayer Granddaddy of that half street spiritual sphere I know I'm nothin' like the way you had envisioned
children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In
come over to you You better shut your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2 Back in 94 limp opened a show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show
I know you don't like me cuz I say dude and bro lot of rappers talk bout things they don't know how to do drugs have sex get drunk and rock a show I love
more man, more [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] Well fuck it I don't wanna stop Whatchu forgot the gun'll pop Tell me who ya wanna rock This true love, Roc-a-
we ride! Just the two of us.. (2X) Just you and I! Just the two of us.. (4X) [Eminem] Just me and you baby is all we need in this world Just me and
You better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-two Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show
microphone wrecker Turn on my cordless, sayin mic checka to the ladies... and all partygoers Some call me P, and others slow flower Brothers on my jock, for the way
Turn on my cordless, sayin mic checka To the ladies . . . and all party goers Some call me freak, and others slow flower Brothers on my jock, for the way
