my very next line I use it, time after time, when I'm speakin' my mind It's no matter if I'm shootin' game to a pigeon or dime I ask her, "Who dat is, talkin
huh? You got a phone, pick it up, call me [Chorus: Eminem] How come we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in
cash Five G's for a muthafuckin' song And if you can't pay it, keep movin' on I'm into somethin' that your fake ass never can handle With your SP-12
might fuck em later I keep mackin though, I don't work for free To be a true hoe you gotta pay me I spend endless days and endless nights Plottin this shit to keep
'all niggaz nuts, like testricles Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin' Heat from the noggin', keep
it I want you to know I love you I'm talkin' to you baby I'm talkin' to you sucker I love you I love you I have a special phone number where you can call
ED mmmmm I seem to find myself talking to the powers that be awaking the shade and shadowed under towering trees admiring the seen, inhaling fumes of
then I won't be so nice If you keep comin' back, it only means you know you lost a fight They wanna talk shit, let 'em talk shit, cause they talk shit
rain ass nigga you got a deal now you rappin You don't know us, faggot ass mother fuckers Give money to all my real niggas Obie Trice, D12, G-Unit
this face to face and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on himself I see you D-12
your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut So what's Hailie gonna be when she grows up? [Eminem - (Hailie Jade)] Hahaaaa, Yeah, come on D D D D
t ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard trust in guard it cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from who you be with keep
Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard Trust in "God"? It's 'cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from, who you be with Keep
need is money wash my d*mn face with a d*mn plate of money never turn back man juiceman stuntin one thing about it is I keep it to a hundred. They talk
Cow Food But I Still Keep A Strap Wit Me, I Ain't Never Been A Slipper That's A House Shoe Got My Education Without School Quiet As A Mouse Move But I Keep
.22 And mama duke gets nuff respect Because she kept me in check, one deep, now that's a roughneck Dre's the best, you'd better say yes, or test The G double O-D
[Royce talking] yo, yo, this is a J-dogg exclusive D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?) Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family
