'Zy rollin' with my cat eye, dead eye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot out fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my
damn near blew my mind" I kept on rappin', runnin' my mouth The next thing I knew I was at her house Looked at her closely, said for goodness sake The
fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools For no reason Pop suckers hookin for hits
your mother fuckin asses up You with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my group bitch! [Verse 1: Eminem] For whatever
my neighbours some only trust in they Lord and saviour I gotta believe in the fact that he must want better for us like young C gotta do it for us my
' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin' It's a miracle that God gave me this Tec, now I'm eatin' Cop it, chop it, profit is all for sale Cocaine, '
pointin' at the door And you're takin' for granted What the Lord's laid on the floor So I'm pickin' up the pieces And I'm puttin' them up for sale Throw
, while I take ya up into a barrel of a gun, see For the dub, you're done, for the bud, I run For the love of my money Nigga down for my thang off in
hope metafy you with peace and all hustling I'm busting, for y'all niggas Cause your my niggas on tha realer Beground these streets for stacking peeler For
through ya borough, (Red) Camaro I had 'em shook like coach on Reggie Bush With that 4-5 coat hanger, bang em and let me push I used to get my ass wooped for
of an icebox With a ten-year guarantee Oh, sit me in the softest seat Quick, a cushion for my feet Do for me, buy for me, lift me, carry me Finally
my composure But the only way he knows to bring this shit to a closure I'm worthy and my associates and I named the South Dirty And I'm even for sale
your house on up for sale, did you get a good lawyer? I hope you didn't catch a tan I hope you find the right man who'll fix it for you Now, are you
jail Put your house on up for sale Did you get a good lawyer? Hope you didn't catch a tan Hope you find the right man Who'll fix it for you Are you
and lil wack you up Trippin', stole and stripped cars for a livin' Stayed away from home whenever they was bitchin' We used to rush the customers for sales
, all your sales is cut Can I live, no one man can stop me Can I live, no front-line can block me Can I live, it's enough base for all of us Can I live