1.Lose Yourself
Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip？
Verse 1
Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There is vomit on his sweater already
Moms forgettin' he's nervous
But on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's choking, how？ Everybody's jokin' now
The clock's run out, time's up, over BLOW!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad
But he won't give up that easy, no he won't have it
He knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope, he knows that
But he's broke, he's so sad that he knows
When he goes back to this mobile home
That's when it's back to the lab again, yo
This whole rhapsody, better go capture this moment
And hope it don't collapse on him
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better
Verse 2
Soul's escapin' through this hole's that is gaping
This world is mines for the taking
Make me king as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring
But superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, homie grows hotter
He blows us all over, these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the Globetrotter
Lonely roads got him
He knows he's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold ya nose cuz here goes the cold water
These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold prada
They moved on to the next shmo who flows
Who nose dove and sold nada
And so the so proper
His toll, it unfolds and I suppose it's old, partner
But the beat goes on
Duh duh doe, duh doe, dah dah dah dah
Verse 3
No more games, I'ma change for due called rage
Tear this muthafuckin' roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin' and stepped writin' the next cipher
Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine to five
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz, man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers
And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Pfifer
This is my life and these times are so hard
And it's gettin' even harder tryin' to feed and water
My seed plus teeter-totter
Caught up between bein' a father and a pre-madonna
Baby momma drama, screamin' on her
Too much for me to wanna stay in one spot
Another damn or not has gotten me to the point
I'm like a snail, I've got to formulate a plot
Or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only muthafuckin' option, failure's not
Momma love you but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot
So here I go, it's my shot
Feet fail me not
Cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got
Duh doo
You can do anything you set your mind to, man
2.Love Me
(Obie Trice)
You don't see me in the hood
It's cause I'm doin this man
Verse 1
(Obie Trice)
Nigga's I'm still grindin (yeah...)
I'm still hearin those sirens
I'm still gettin chased by those lights
Only the light's mine and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writin more
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak untill these hoes feel this {fo sho...}
and I can't let yall de-rail me man
I got young coby, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
cause Obie be back (ain't goin no where man) we got them cracks
goin on
and that yak going on
soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin,
It's whateva put that on the chedda man
but in the meantime
its Jimmy ivene time (fo sho)
chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,(fo sho)
this is it my nigga this what we boast about
Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin mouth...
And say we love bitch..
CHORUS
{Obie Trice}
I just wanna love you,
for the rest of my life, {I dont love you bitch}
I wanna hold you in the mornin {Ha}
Hold you thru the night.. {Hahaha}
I just wanna love you,
for the rest of my life {We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love
guns}
I wanna hold you in the mornin, {we wanna love money}
Hold you thru the night.. {Ha, we dont wanna love bitches
though}
Verse 2
(Eminem)
There's a certain mistique when I speak,
that you notice that it's sorta unique,
cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep,
and i'm still matic the way I flow to this beat,
you cant sit still
its like tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep
i'm strap, just knowin any minute I could snap
i'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically,
it aint even funny, I aint even hungry,
it aint even money, you cant pay me enough
for you to play me
it's cock-amamie, you just aint zanie enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle is cock-adoodle, my clocks koo-koo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodel
im just brutal, its no rumor, i'm numiro uno
assume it,
there's no humor in it, no more you know
i'm rollin with a bowlin ball in my bag,
you need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass..
(Em Saying)
you better love me, bitch...
CHORUS
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
I wanna hold you in the morning,
Hold you in the night..
(Obie Trice)
(and all the bitches say)
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
I wanna hold you in the morning,
Hold you in the night..
Verse 3
(50 Cent) {Obie Trice}
my buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name,
if it aint about the flow,
its about the stones and the chain,
if I was you, i'd love me too,
I roll like a boss, 9-11 po same colour as cranberry sauce,
I aint gonna front, I was R-Kelly da shit
let me find out he fuckin round with bow wow bitch
nigga's eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the tape
now shorty momma in the precent hollar'in 'RAPE!'
i'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoe's,
I thought lil' Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her nose
{God Damn}
use ta listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
then the bitch put out a CD that did'nt have no beat, (uh-ha)
that poor De-angelo he determined not to fail,
that nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell,
my back shots to help Ashanti hit them high notes,
and Big Ben taught Charlie abit more then deep throat...
CHORUS {Obie Trice}
I just wanna love you,
for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the mornin {I luv'a burnish the monies, the
bunnies}
Hhold you in the night.. {I just wanna hold you}
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
I wanna hold you in tha mornin, (I just wanna luv ya)
Hold you thru the night..
(50 Cent)
(YEAH)
3.8 Mile
(It's okay, it's okay. I'm gonna make it anyway.)
Sometimes I just feel like
Quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight？
Why do I still write？
Sometimes it's hard enough steal from the real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white
Sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right
Hit the breaklights
In case of the stage fright
Draw on the blank light
(Uhh, But if I fall, It ain't my fault, Breakin eyeballs, My
insides crawl)
And I clam up (SMASH!)
I just slam shut
I just can't do it
My whole manhood's just been stripped
I've just been ripped
So I must been dipped
Or the bustin split
Man fuck this shit yo
I'm goin the fuck home
Rollin my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Rd.
(Chorus)
I'm a man
I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man
I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Rd.)
And I'm gone
I don't like where I'm goin
Sorry mama I've grown
I must travel alone
Ain't no followin no footsteps
I'm makin my own
Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Rd.
Walkin these traintracks
Tryin to regain back the spirit I have
'Fore I go back to the same crap (SMASH!)
To the same plant
And the same pants
Tryin to chase rap
Gotta move A.S.A.P.
Get a new plan
Mama's got a new man
Poor little baby sister
She don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, bury's her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her mother, and dad
Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad
Sometimes I get upset
Cuz I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I aint grownin two nuts yet
Don't gotta rap my step
Don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man
I'm just tryin to do what's best
And I try
Sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell a lie
Not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holdin on regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me hommie
Wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dog
I'm bailin this trailor tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her
Kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby
I'm never too far
But yo, I gotta get out there
The only way I know
And I'ma do that for you
On the second that I blow
On everything I own
I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go
Back to this 8 Mile Rd.
(Chorus)
Ya gotta live it to feel it
If you didn't you wouldn't get it
We'll see what the big deal is
Why it wasn't, it still is
To be walkin this border line of Detroit city's limit
It's different, it's a certain significant certificate of
authenticity
You'd never even see
But it's everything to me
It's my credibility
You've never seen, heard, smell, or met an MC
Who's incredible and on the same pedistool as me
But check
Still unsigned
Havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friend's who kick dumb rhymes
Go to work
And servin MC's in the lunch line
But when it come's crunch time
Where do my punch lines go？
Who must I show？
To bust my flow？
Where must I go？
Who must I know？
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cuz I ain't havin no luck with this little rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlit
I'm startin to doubt shit
I'm feelin a little scepticle
Of who I hang out with
I look like a bum
Yo my clothes ain't about shit
At the Salvation Army
Tryin to salvage and outfit
And it's cold
Tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm only stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up
And one thing I don't want
Is pity from no one
The city is no fun
There is no sun
And it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart
Being torn in my limbs
By each one of my friends
Enough to just make me wanna jump outta my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot
Sometimes I just know not what I'm doin
I just blow
My head is a stove top
I just explode
The kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid I don't got
But I've learned
It's time for me to U-Turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burnt
Ain't no fallin
No next time
Imeet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid
Or be immature
I've got every ingredient
All I need is the courage
Like I already got to beat
All I need is the words
Got the urge
Suddenly its a search
Suddenly a new verse of energy has occured
Time to show these free world leaders
Three in the third
I am no longer scared now
I'm free as a bird
And I turn and cross over
The median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur on 8 mile rd.
4.Adrenaline Rush
Get the fuck out motherfucker...
Verse 1
Hey yo...
When I step up in the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor,
Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door,
Cause when I spit on mic's I spit raw,
Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor,
I keep the club on the vex,
Cause he gotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit,
Niggas get a whiling,
When my words echo's the room like, Get your hand out my pocket,
You suck shit when my topics rockin,
I'm banned from clubs 'cause my toxic tonsils,
Loud speaker like a fucking sports announcer,
I spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer,
I rush the mutherfucker in your way who's bouncing,
You know old christ get their yak's pronouncin...
CHORUS
Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker,
Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reach motherfucker,
Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers
Obi-Trice nothin but street motherfucker
Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
I would'nt give a fuck who you be motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker
Verse 2
When I speak I blow out your tweeters, yo dog,
Show out in speakers roll out with heaters,
I'm just an animal eating the game,
Jumbo monkey, funky and obie's the name,
I rose solo, never been a hoe though,
Keep yak's vocal when cats act loco,
Where you at when I'm moving the crowd,
You get trampled, mashed on detroit style,
Up out your seats, pump out the E's,
Off the beat's the crowd overpleased,
Where my nigga's at smoking them tree's,
Off the cognac, finger fucking the ski's,
That's how it is when you party with me,
You don't like it, you L-7 like a square beat...
CHORUS
Verse 3
Yo, yo, since I came I rearrange the place with blaze,
Spays dope with coke-fevers DNA, I'm so addicted,
To gettin nigga's lifted, drunk off a liquid,
Obie Trice the misfit,
Douse'in the crowd with piss and voul's,
We underground motherfucker fix your frown's,
I beat the bore with a wisty tour,
Off a whisky you never been this deep before,
So throw up your hands and peep out your man's
When I come through next quarter trust it in you's,
And trust I'm attackin it,
i cook up that hot shit like Ainsley Harriet
That's why I'm so miraculous,
And hope to get you nigga's pumped up,
I see you next time I see him chump,
That's right, you go through obie trice fucked up,
on your knees drop for these...
CHORUS
5.Places to Go
(50 Cent saying)
yeah
Shady (echo)
aftermath (echo)
see you met you (Echo)
CHORUS
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
(Repeat)
Verse 1
you mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing,
your should be stressin I'm gonna fuckin teach you a lesson,
MAC 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin,
smith and western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (God
Damh (Echo))
these straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the
end's,
watch the 22 spin , my hoe's a perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and i'm back at it again,
motherfuckers they thought I would'nt win, pretend to be
friends,
at first you fail, try, try, try, try again,
i'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its
crazy,
you love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its shady,
aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a classic,
When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered,
stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic,
glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted, run nigga
and stash it...
CHORUS
Verse 2
There is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on,
I'm a drink till I get to that bitch in the morn,
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words,
In the hood they feel my shit...
(break-it down...)
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat,
picture police man Dan gotta picture of that,
picture me being broke, picture me smokin a sack,
picture me comin up, picture me rich from rap,
picture me blowin up, now picture me going back,
to my momma basement to live, shit, picture that,
where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back,
you wear a vest without a deck, use a target jack,
hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack,
sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back,
50 Cent, too much spent？, man I'm bent, I'm out'ta here
CHORUS
(50 Cent Saying)
Ha ha
Man I aint going to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me you wright me,
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard,
In Montreal,
Ha ha
riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's nigga,
or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,
riding down 8 Mile road,
you know for one of them en-joints and shit,
Ha ha
ya heard, I got place to go man,
you know, shady aftermath,
we finished our print money,
puttin our faces on this motherfuckin bill thug shit,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
aint seem to be doing much...
6.Rap Game
The rap game hip hop 101 the hardest 9 to 5 you'll ever have.
you cant learn this shit in no
history book you ready to rap mutha fucker you ready to sell
your soul hehehehe. the rap game .
im a disrupted nigga you mad me crazy u should have slayed me as
a baby behaving shadier than Wes Craven
and you aint even go to pay me i take pleasure in layin nigga
down daily you face me drunk or sober you faint
fast i never fucked up to where i cant whoop your ass. you neck
will get snapped with bare hands. fuck music is
it rap is it cool but fool just dont confuse it. what happens is
that these dudes get rude and then i lose it
im scatless i'll blow your two kids off the atlas with a gat
that bigger than godzillas back nigga. you are not
real in fact your fully infective a crack dealer y'all president
send me smack then got a mac 10 with it so i
aint got to rap but im thank full dont mistake me for black cuz
you'll be stankin in the back of a fuckin
caddalac.
(Eminem)
Now im gonna get snuffed cuz i aint said enough to pipe down
i'll pipe down when a little (blanked) is
whiped out when i see that little (blanke)dyke get sniped out
lights out bitch adios good night (ahh) now put
that in ur pipe and whipe down think for a little for a minute
cuz the hype has died down. that i wont go into
the oval office right now and flip what ever aint tied down
upside down im all for america fuck this goverment
tell that seat delouris tuck a slut to suck a dick mutha fucker
duck what the fuck son of a bitch take away my
gun im gonna tuck some other shit. Cant tell me shit about the
tricks of this trade.switch blade with a little
switch to switch blades and switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade.
shit like a samari sword to sensay. shit just
dont change to this day.this way still tellin ucks-lay, icks-bay
my ick-day excuses my ick-pay ademlay uck-fay
ick pay.
(50 cent)
Chorus 1
this rap game this rap game i aint selling my soul for this rap
game i aint diggin no hole for this rap
game and im telling you no this it happening this rap game this
rap game i aint selling my soul for this rap
game i aint digging no hole for this rap game this rap game.
I bet ya lovin me (？？), drink and drown in my own iniquity,
but fuck that, i'm gonna rap till yall get sick of me,
and clutch my last sack, and spit on all who pick on me,
i'm pit a rot mix, fuck the dog who single me,
i'm saying you motherfuckers, dont know'ith, who playin,
if i'm broke, then i'm brakin open the place where you layin,
you know, same shit every nigga done in his life,
I livin this why (？？), speak long (？？), what I blow when I
write,
so why, should I, ever fear another man, if he bleed like I
bleed,
take a piss when he stand, ok you win, you can say we cant rap
but no shots (？？), never me (？？), you never (？？), and I dont
wanna (？？),
when they say it was wack...
I walk in the party and just start bustin,
right after I hear the last verse of self destruction,
this liquer makes me wanna blast the chrome,
to let you know that time without morse dangerom (？？), (nigga)
I low down and shifty, quickly call swifty,
to do a drive-by on the ten speed with fifty,
you feelin lucky squeeze, I catch you outside of chucky cheese,
with you see (？？) who be unlucky G, my lifestyle is unstable,
a partyin addict, they said no fightin in the club
so I brought me a matic, coughin the static,
I jump nigga's call me a rabbit,
pop in the tavern and guns are so just irratic...
(50 cent)
Chorus 2
believe me, we run this rap shit forchezy,
make makin millions look easy,
everywhere you turn you see me,
you hear me..
believe me, you see my pistol and 3D,
no time to call the peace treaty,
dial 911 cause you need the...,
police to help you, believe me,
I haft to tunnel from the side walk and piss on the curve,
this is obserde, these street nigga's twistin my words,
we finally could say goodbye to Hollywood,
cause poof and shine men aren't nuthin but con men.
the nasty been with gasoline cans (？？),
we never bow down to be a flashin a pen (？？),
no one must, fuck this statue dawg,
nothin to do with hands when I clap with yall,
put your job on the ground (？？), then the dog in the pound (？？),
then i'm goin out of town, for the law come around,
so we can battle with raps, we can battle gats,
matter a fact we can battle with placks,
(50 cent)
this rap game
i'm too fuckin retarted, I dont give a fuck about my dick,
thats why i'm date'in largaine Bobbet,
my crew had a arguement who was the largest,
now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist,
plus I made the beat to all the raps,
well I really didnt but I did according to this contract,
I was thrown in the snow with no where to go,
freezin 20 below forced to join, bail shit, then blow (？？),
my little girl, she shouldn't listen to these lyrics,
thats why I glued here headphones to her ears,
to make sure she hear it,
if rap don't work i'm startin a group with Garth Brooks,
Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha
50 sing the hook
(50 cent)
this rap game, this rap game,
I aint sell'in my soul for this rap game,
now I aint digg'in no hole for this rap game,
but i'm tellin ya no it aint happenin..
this rap game, this rap game,
I aint sell'in my soul for this rap game,
I aint digg'in no hole for this rap game,
this rap game, this rap game...
7.8 Miles and Runnin'
Yeah Renegades is back and the beat is sick,
Jay Z, Freeway, 8 Miles,
let's go...
Verse 1
8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin,
And my 8 album coming,
Feedin a thousand growling stomachs,
But I could rewind the counter ta back, back,
When it was now or nothing,
People said I would amount to nothing,
That I had time for nothing,
Said I wasn't from the valers
or the sellers by your gunman,
I can see the folks now he got what he had coming,
Now that my 8th album's coming,
Everybody smiling wanting something,
claiming that they done something for em,
got Jay Z and pom poms in they whole uniforms,
claiming they be running and telling everybody like Martin
Lawrence,
about how hot my rap performace was before I was who I was,
claimin that they threw it up before I threw it up, you what..
Where was you before I blew this up,
I didn't see you in the courtroom when everyone was suein us,
I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin up,
back on the block, kickin it in and it was no you with us,
CHORUS
8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin,
and my 8 album coming,
feedin a thousand growling stomachs, freaks...
6 miles and running got my fist straight poppin,
and my first album coming feedin 20 promises I made
(Repeat)
Verse 2
6 miles and running in the pontiak,
6 thousand 86 trans mic shift,
while the engine run,
anyone turn around
and give me one more chance,
let em smoke and scream em one more grams,
so i'm a bring them, homie, son and my pop,
stick close to my momma, keep toasters for drama,
mix alot with my son, my son growin and he learnin alot,
thats what i'm toastin, thats what i'm burin, so pop,
right on your own, rell 'em nigga, tell 'em nigga,
its like a biblical scripture,
look back turn to salt like the sinners
and most yall heartless and self-centered
like me shaggin, me shack,
set up your brother cause you tell us nigga,
heat back, uh, like, you never love for never
and cops watch every step, 6 miles and running
dodge in every trap, the rap ginger bread man,
cherish every precious breath, stat pick a second gat
uh..
CHORUS
Verse 3
Back when nobody would find me a talent,
Nobody would sign me, nobody believed in me,
Nobody but mommy blindly, but how could she deny me,
Me being the youngest friend to come up out of her,
tell me, she got every love for me,
when niggas would worn me the industry shun me,
that's why I'm taking all the industries money,
revenge is sweet honey, we run this,
young is the illest, free is the future,
beans and bleekers right now,
we can see our 8 miles nigga...
CHORUS
8.Spitshine
Verse 1
I 'ma clean this whole shit out like climax,
with words put togeather better then sony electronics,
king of the jungle, humbly stay honest,
eat with the lions, swim with peranas,
gassoline the scene, strike the match,
inferno, I'm to throue nigga, so stand back,
I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme
and make my career take a incline,
I'm strick with knives, straight with razors,
good with grenades and great with gadges, (yeah)
been around the world on a million stages,
watch nigga's bitch up and go through changes,
I had gun's before guns was in fashion,
I mashed out before niggas knew mashin,
I knew terror before the plane started crashin,
I got punch lines and nigga's aint laughin...
CHORUS
I'm gon be here after the smoke dye down,
Insomnia style I won't lye down,
fight the good fight don't need no help,
keep your hands up defend yourself,
move like I move and live lifelong ,
can't move up if your hearts not strong,
get your own shit cause this shit's mine,
every time I spit, I shine
Verse 2
cock-sucker I preach what I practise,
back shit up, wrap this, rap shit up,
still actin up, get found in the trunk of an Acuva,
yall suck like jail in dracula,
X turn up the heat, increase the hatred,
straight stone face don't fuck with gay shit,
so i guess that means I cant fuck with you now,
drew down, let off, facate to new town,
you feel like bishop, induced now,
gotta flame thrower that will burn
great holes till you goose down, (yeah)
rough sound, same strong background,
bent on black the big boys playin tips down,
my whole train of thought is the party,
any motherfucker with problems and not get caught,
I was blessed with life when I cursed to death,
I'm a spit till my very last breath...
(fuck yall)
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Verse 3
Let me get a three second look, I hit a million dollar target,
You ain't came up yet well nigga' let me show ya, (aaaa)
Come across dope like planes and boats,
Like baloons filled with coke, down a mexican's throat,
you ever seen a man get smoked and shit on himself,
the body shake for a second, then it can't stop a second,
the evidence are the weapon and the people involved,
let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught, for sure,
I say that, to say this,
if you cant handle the time then ride the beach,
might as well touch your tail and jump the fence,
castrate yourself expose the bitch,
X go head up, the fuck never ran from it,
I got engadged with buck shots that you can't stomach,
You ain't a killer you a album filler,
You ain't a soldier you a rap premoter,
Game over...
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9.Time of My Life
When they come like left for day
I bet not in my head
And now I wanna be bigger,bein' here with you
It's not so hard to be
I can see in my dream,I know I'm gonna be better
My friends alway say
My friends alway say..ey..ae.
That every thing will be ok
But it don't always work out that way
Show in my famagam'
Me living in, cuz I'll remember when baby
I am..,the top of my life
Everything is right,with you
After all that I'd been through(yeah)
I ain't try to loose
This times of my life, with you
Baby I am
You'll say I'm outta line
So much on my mine
Like I wanna be bigger
Sometimes it don't rhyme
But when you're here with me(here with me)
I have all the tree(all the tree)
I know I wanna be better
My friends alway say
One day they will see
It'll shine on at me
Finally see me smile, hear me laughing(at last)
At last You'll be rehurt
Cuz long long time upserve
Now hope you hear
Baby baby I am....
I am...,the top of my life
Top of my life, with you
Baby take my hand
Cuz i wanna go on two
This time of my life,with you
Baby
10.U Wanna Be Me
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