your mic but yo' shit will stop workin Beats brutalize ya whole rhyme, yo' head hurtin Broomsticks and witches from rags to riches We give mad love while y'all niggaz to BURN bridges Amateur, why won't you look right
rivers I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender Like bartenders mix liquor I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to
Shinod Im just plain old Sixx John from the Nam- District This is not supposed I still talk with awkaward speech Im like a dog that's off his leash Step out with a Fort Minor
of their neck Got no respect Wait up a sec You ever feel like the pressure's too much too take Too much weight Ladies, and, Gentlemen If anybody can hear me right now
Mike:] Ladies and gentlemen I would like to welcome you to a Fort Minor event The countdown has begun The Rising Tied is almost here But for now... [
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Are we recording right now? Yea we're recording I cant do it right now because my grandma is asleep in the room and I have to like go to like another
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All the babies are mine, save a child life No more doctors deliverin my babies Stick in pins killing me slowly To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud you motherfucking right
the babies are mine, save a child life No more doctors deliverin my babies Stick in pins killing me slowly To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud you motherfucking right
re a minor fraction Of a culture that is thriving just on worldly satisfaction But it's okay I seen the signs ignite, just layed forte No more stray,
of L.I. Sound To the greens of Medina Where DCQ an' two, we holdin' down fort. We got a quart of love stationed in the wagon. Right Drinkin' an' braggin
on your mic but yo' shit will stop workin Beats brutalize ya whole rhyme, yo' head hurtin Broomsticks and witches from rags to riches We give mad love while y'all niggaz to BURN bridges Amateur, why won't you look right