game, That brings me money and power, I'm never leavin' the game, Gimme a reason, my attitude changes like a season, I'm slowly, but surely slowin' up for southern reasons
act up It's a quarter to eight, I'm not finished my plate I got a phone call to make, my niggaz tell me it's fake Oh, what a mistake, here's what I
a square like it's high noon 'cause I'm a tycoon If you fuck with Sick Wid it, y'all niggaz gon' die soon I can't make a fiend do nothin' against they
of gary glitters hard drive Certified Wise throws a jam thats so hot it'd Make a married man give up his annual blowjob You better show something, with
, that's that That's that, that's that That's that shit That's the reason the bitches be trying to get the worm out the zipper That's the reason niggas
quick, before the kid comes out. Look at the trouble that your dick shot out. Here's a couple hundred dollars, get the fuckin thing out. There's abound a better reason
the world to know that you're mine But on some real shit, communications could be better So I'm writing this song instead of a love letter They gon' play it on the radio a hundred times a
?s A list, not one that?s just barely made it on A list ?Cause from Wall To Wall, we got it poppin' right now It?s a hundred girls tryin? to get down,
a half minute And I sat in it With a loosie Newpy drift out of my lips, taste, half minted Come on And I felt like a hundred bucks in the pocket of a
Goose Snitches wanted to testify the shit that they know Set a bomb on the front door, put a key in the door and the place blow Look I been walkin' way mo', with a
a stretcher, nigga, look Gotta 9 like a 45 special, nigga, look Still chillin' with my hoe heard a bitch holla, look It's a nigga with a chrome double
knew you would never keep Now I'm reading the letter which you placed on the dresser And you're five hundred miles down the road Escape is so simple In a
T's and SP's, eight O eight's garage sale crates lifted Ya'll stay splifted, I remain gifted, hundred percent proof after sifted It's just a process
fiends, drug dealers and killers run the block 3 thieves wid' binoculars surveillance to drop A credit dot, a little Nookie got hit wid' a shot From a
though When my single drop, I'm a charge like eighty a show If you droppin' with me get ready for a pitfall When my shit hit stores, I'm a charge a bit
a time when a peaceful settlement was a possibility, Thatcher personally ordered the sinking of the General Belgrado Killing over three hundred men And
in you Slappin' your dame, jump back in the range For this hover dough Rapidly gunnin' the floor like a calico Let it rip, reload and spit a hundred more Give you a reason
through the do' (bling) I move to a ho, just for one reason Cause bitches need 9-1-1 for no reason [Chorus: Proof + (Eminem)] (I'm somethin like a pimp) A