you think you are, man? You know who you're fucking with the ic motherfuckin p, g Why don't you all step the fuck up before you get shot, boy Keep running
know you don't Tech N9ne I never say it again nigga I know you won't never will these niggas lit on my friend And mista scare crow bitch nigga you ain't got to lie You
go inside, I come breakin' him off Catch you slippin' with the shiny rings And ain't no need for you to get dramatic on takin 'em off Catch him open
Lucky Lefty, gangster effortlessly Papa was a rolling stone it's in my ancestry I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggaz never catch me And I sport fly
Mo', yo simply follow me flow Put poetry inside a crack pot and blow Rough holes for cracked out pussies and buttholes Bring the G's and the D's roll, they can't
'na take me down underground Try'na blame me, try'na frame me they try'na get me They won't quit they just won't quick They try'na stick me with some
em in back of me Knowin' they after me Keep 'emin back of me Surely, in back of me Way in back of me You should come ride with a playa (playa) Stay away
can't none of y'all touch me Not even with a pole twelve foot long We beatin' ya, might as well, join us Trust me (Trust me, trust me, trust me)
got the kind of stuff they smoked in Vietnam You'll get a million smack-a-roo's in cash if you can cope But if you can't the devil gets your dope The
and stone But don't feel like it did before 'Cause we don't live here anymore We don't live here We don't live here We don't live here anymore Now
cause uh Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me Lil' Keke representin' Texas, so try to feel me Marsh shit don't thrill me, haters wanna kill me
tha rah rah shit back then But yo money ain't long and you know you can't win Your boy Mack a shot caller and if you hate me I feel you 'Cause I got
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya Roll ya papers and take
once you're gone you don't come back [Eminem] Too bad you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind you slip we out grind you
deep voice I lace with overdubs Now wassup, if by some haphazard You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rapmaster Up in the slot where you used to
hood we starvin', you don't want problems Problem child And why can't you be man enough To tell me where you're comin' from They say you can never
speechless You don't won't no beef trick If its ana that you want ana what you get Frayser Boy catch me in that bay and don't you forget Reppin where
from my head to my feet, niggas on the block wit the rock they don't sleep. Man, South dekalb mall be the crunkiest shit, uh you can roll through buckhead