JUS SCREAMS OUT BABY, WHEN SHE'S ON TOP OF ME AND DA SHEETS BE STICKIN LIKE PAGES AND DA BED IS SO STANKY IF SHE SAY DAT IS MY BABY,SHID IT IS PROSSIBLY
-Boi and New Shady Version] D-Boi featuring New Shady and EMINEM [Intro-D-Boi and New Shady] Yo this is D-Boi and this song goes out to Ash I hope you
just a crazy nigger No one doubted that he pulled the trigger And though they could not produce the gun The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
I ain't the joke so don't hope for my throat There it is, the whiz gets his The word quiz is what it is and Mix don't give Sight to the wack who act
anybody tell me which way to go Will anybody come back on the C.B. radio I'm counting the stars and the telegraph poles And each one represents the hopes
the man who dust you off and make you live grand A di same one whe father the pickney inna your pram May have strayed a bit but you are still my number one
want is for you to remember my name And Imma run for as long as I'm allowed Hope to god I inspire some of yall Please god (but don't you dare stop there
could recreate Eden Apple pie? Lovely! My hopes became a statue my mouth became a gun In the hit parade of self interest I remained at number one I was
're wanted on the stand Soldiers that take they football numbers like a man Hustle O-Z 'cause your product rich there Hood know you snitch but you gotta live there
yourself, put yourself to work. I am money. Money is me. I read a book that said that money is power, which is corruption, Destruction is its one and
thrillers like Mike Jackson I'm a problem, number one with a bullet, I keep it up in my gun It's hollow so when I pull it, it numbs Your whole body,
truettes Rest of my soldiers out there, Kevin Miller This ya motherfuckin' colonel Rest in peace Tupac Of the motherfuckin' team And all y'all up there
wrong Only out for the scrilla, thats my fetty, boss One-eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce Cross me you pay all costs Heres one your ass just
gas in the motor-home and know the roads, i studied with the finest combs stuck under my thumb as opposed to the loaded nose who pray armageddon is numb
on the gun Jumpin on the gun? Jumpin on the gun? Jumpin on the gun? Its bullshit its jumping on the gun? Jumpin on the gun? Jumpin on the gun? Jumpin
is the way Holdin' hands, tongue and hickeys Hope and I pray where I run at you Run away with me That's if my gun get busy We gotta get outta there Hear
Four times platinum, hate it or love it, I'm still number one Still in the hood one hand on my gun And my trigger finger still make bitches come I mean, the one
one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my Magdalena