it My name should've been bastard The shit should've been plastered On my forehead with a stamp I should've been blasted I should've been had a cap pulled in my
Standing in the rain Cab comes into view Ask me where am I goin' to Running for so long Been gone too many nights And my heart has paid the price This
by my face Runnin' free thru the night in the street I like it best when I feel the heat Runnin' free thru the night in the street I know my baby's
me, I never bluff) (I ain't got time to lie, my life has been much too rough,) (Still running with barefeet, I ain't got nothin' but my soul,) (Freedom
the problem that hip-hop has I O-W-E You See-Through Nickel done regrouped mark my flow I O-W-E You bitches my dick my cum my wit I'm cold do it independently
are found Let it been known that God's penmanship has been signed With a language called love, that's why my breath is felt by the deaf And why my words
We gon' take it from the bottom, M I A M I to Houston H town, Pitbull, Bun B My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise All my chicos, I gotchu
m bout to see Gave Bill Gates some binoculars and said, look out for me Exceeded expectations even at def jam 'Cause I married the streets and Atlanta has been my best man My
for the mistakes I've made And thanks for keepin my momma safe when she wrecked my Escalade See I could replace a Cadillac but I can't replace my momma
hooked up a beat and a rhyme and e.q.-ed it We put it on a tape and took it to [Name] And then we - yo Jeff, where's my beat at? Oh, there it is, back
[ Verse 1 ] [ Eminem ] It has been said, that there has been known to be blood shed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, bite
the jukebox So he could just set the mood Have you ever been out in the city streets With the gang-made players so clear Where the police and gangsters
a broken antenna Motherfucker [Verse 4: Coast] I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and downs Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds Homie from the
'cause ya never run I keep my forty cal cocked 'cause these niggas on my block bang Right up the street from where the cops hang And in my head I hear
I know what you been through But Where it started at? (South, South, Bronx!) Yo where my people at? (South, South, Bronx!) Yo where my heart is at? (
He's the neighborhood drug dealer, my man I go upstair and hug my mother Kiss my sister, and punch my brother I sit down on my bed to watch some TV Do my
where my people at? South South, Bronx Yo where it started at? South South, Bronx Yo where my people at? South South, Bronx Yo where my heart is at?
bring it all back home I been told i spit lyrics wit politics Why wouldnt i? Says negro on my birth certificate Born in 1960 in a nation Throughout / ive been