, I'll burn you and learn you a lesson, Consernin is my profession, turnin ya my direction, You cant be me Verse 2 No even in your wildest fantasy, Its childish, shit
, let's go Me and Marshall ain't start shit, they listen to our shit And talk shit about us, but that shit is foul When I'm tryin' to feed my son and
two chronics and this is chronic three I make classic hits and buy classic cars And see classic tits at classic bars Knoc steps in the spot and the girls all pause Magic stick, I'll break down walls Got my heat as shit
Hennessy, Vodka, I'm on everything (x5) [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed Uh, classic! It's Eminem and him again, my sentiments
, game let's go Me and Marshall ain't start shit they listen to our shit They talk shit about us but that shit is foul when I'm tryna feed my son and
a nigger in hellen, they walk to the welln My aims are to take away pain It's okay... Get fucked up main Got that purple... Roll that shit Got the pillpops
bitch, ready to stab a clit with some glass and shit [Tyler] Your whole gang will be diminished, Bunch got the Brady's in it Spit sick shit like my
face down, ass up Dirty Dozen packing the shit to turn your chest red With our dick in ya mouth, fucking everything you just said [Eminem:] Yeah yeah
ran up screamin' get the cops quick! And got drop kicked, now she screamin' "stop it..." Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK! And got drop kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..." Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit Wherever you
[Royce] From Sony Records all the way to Optik Records Yeah From the US to overseas The lovely Melbeatz on the instrumentals Classic You know how we do
and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E Chorus It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic
Royce Da 5'9", Tre Little) [Royce] From Sony Records all the way to Optik Records Yeah From the US to overseas The lovely Melbeatz on the instrumentals Classic
ballin' Im jim jones With rims on that blue aston martin Interior like my skin tone Most of these rappers want me dead Shit I been goin' Two classic,
t been to the hood, well how the fuck I find Game? I studied this rap shit, still a "Hundred Miles and Runnin'" Still makin Aftermath classics You might
Verse 1 - The Game] Me and Marshall ain't start shit they listen to our shit They talk shit about us but that shit is foul when I'm tryna feed my son
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK! And got drop kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..." Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit