2: It's like my mother always told me *Eminem Impersinates His Mom* Rnrnrnrnrnrrrr, n codeine n goddamit, you little motherfucker If you aint got nothin
blessin's Class is in session the worst question is the first question Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave Never got paid but
on a funky dope track jump back strapped with the fat buddha sac and a '78 lac oh clean gangsta lean i got green bud i serve dubs like it aint no thang
off with a little pipe to mic bounce Down south where a nigga wouldn't return for days or weeks She was too afraid to cheat So you aint even gotta ask
ki locked we gone please ya, gots to wreck shop '96 I aint gone stop it, gots to come through at that beach we gone drop it, I aint gonna even play Im
but i am what kind of role model get arrested for 300 grams? i struggle with my addiction, i ain't perfect realize that it's bringing me closer to my grave
wanna be (GONE) Another goner (GONE) In the game (GONE) Another soldier (GONE) In a grave (GONE) Bendin' corners (GONE) Finna bang (GONE) Another soldier (LONG GONE) In the grave (grave
it aint easy!) Everyday Everyday(Ooh Im hustlin) Everyday(and Im strugglin) Everyday Ooo-oooh-ooh Everyday Im livin in the ghetto and im tryin to survive Everyday and my life aint
just believe it [ Verse 2 ] [ Obie Trice ] Since Big taught us niggas to think big I'm been about my business since then so it aint Cheers It aint how
up Thinking about killing every rapper in the game And holding something up My haze said to me You need to calm down when the rage come to you 'Fore a grave
Like what the hell am I doing right Verse 2: See if the O.G want me they would beat this like this I wish I would have listen aint no time for wishing
the graveyard shift at a party before rollin a splif in behind the glass i see crackheads all night but tonight the moon is red and shit aint feelin
and loaded Leave a hole in your face but the back of your dome exploded Nobody move nobody gets cut the fuck up And chopped down we poppin off rounds Fuck you we aint
used to kill em down in Marilyn Puttin niggas underground give me a shovel he still alive fuck him, i was on that level Back then i aint believe in God
blowjobs in the back How many niggas really worry bout scars? How many niggas wanna become a wuss? Fuck with a nigga like Tech and a buzz Right to the head and the grave
fun day caper a Sunday paper So I can read the rest I can dig it you can dig it Put a nigga in the grave if he hate or penetrate The loop of love a nigga
to make your skin bubble Packin a Smith & Wesson Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin You can tell that I'm evil By the arch in my eye bra But I aint
what my dice will do when they drop then all of the sudden dam I think saw a gun after I heard the bam that made everybody run Im trying to run but I aint