that lightly when I'm on my mic tightly And I write nightly like Spike Lee Let me break it down I been having a maid since the 8th grade with a fade
I come stompin to eat 'em up like godzilla Short stoppin my scrilla, nigga my cheddar cheese Celeberty Let my nigga pac rest in peace Quit fightin Know
we fall asleep You wanna uptown hustla you can call on me Im jae millz for my money I make moves Like a R8 on the open street I know youre nasty I can
[Jay-Z's Mom:] Sean Carter was born December 4th Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces He was the last of my 4 children The only one who didn't give me any
runnin' out of time Let me get a hit of that nicotine Let me get a line of that na' mean Let me get a sip of that Vodka Cran Let a mutha' fucka' know
door 5, 6, get your crucifix 7, 8, don't stay up late [DMX] Chorus 1, 2, X is comin' for you 3, 4, better lock your door 5, 6, get your crucifix 7, 8
the copper got gospel on 'em Who wanna magnum? Who wanna tag 'em? Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby (bitch) Smoked out in high school Sleeping the fifth grade
sayin We still, you know we got love for you son and we prayin for you and we, you know we tryin to hold it down wh you know while you in there man -
in his bag lunch Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit He ripped this skit in sanscript If the pants fit, sport 'em but rock 'em low Your
a little bit better. [Verse 1- Eminem] Come on, let's cut the bullshit enough Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up Let
get your drink And I tell you what I'm so fucked up, and screwed up If anybody try to blow my high, you know what I'ma tell 'em [Chorus] [(Man) Ludacris
use violence in self-defense To protect yourself, friends, family, women and what you possess No. 7: never strike a bitch with a pipe or a knife Only strike 'em to shock 'em
know that I miss you, you know I wanna kiss you I'm crying out of tissues I'm crying on the pillows you know sometimes you get lonely no more of the silence let
fa' sho' Ross with that Had to pull my pants up Boy get them brands up Daddy got some cancer I never had the chance to Tell him all my plans to let em
So I just stopped and let off three shot Two hit that nigga and one hit a cop I threw down the gun and began to shout "Ay y'all all lets break out got 'em
funny so no need to add a h a Never call me h a keem ya know ya can't say That ya knew my brother or other before the 8th grade Ya'll be with drama like