my soul, freezing cold Feeling like I was given life And if I take it, at least I choose I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops 'Til then all
the cat dragged in... Look what the cat dragged in... Look what the cat dragged... (Verse 1) Cream of the crop shit I got chicks all schemin' to hop
Don't trip I'm a fool, ya'll know how I am They call me dough-boy, bitch, you know how I do I spit it from the top like a Frisbee on the roof You can call a nigga, dope, buy all
know what's makin' me mad? Day after day I'm catchin' all of this slack Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you wanna jacked 'Cause in the '90s, y'all
my drag wall I'm out the closet, i been lying my ass off All this time, me and dre been fucking with hats off Dr Dre: Suck it marshall Eminem: Tell
boys and girls of Millbrook Are on the train from New York Wearing new hats, shooting the shit Deep in the heart of Dutchess County, Bounty And all
Tong from China Long Tall Sally from Carolina We got 007, the private eye And he's bringin' all the guys from 'I Spy' Tell one, tell all We gonna have
english, sayin fuck the mobsters Gangsta niggas walk up in the club, high as hell because we full of drugs. What gang you claim/ the way they were them hats
I heard she suckin dick Always talkin bout what she can and gonna do But I prefer the freaky bitch to lay me down and chill If a nigga see you in a hallway they all
English, saying, fucking bastards Gangsta, niggas walk up in the club High as hell because we full of drugs What gang you claim, the way they wear them hats
jazz stacks cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin since Monday Lookin out the window watchin all the
jazz stacks 'cause it's Sunday On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling Tried to get this feelin' since Monday Lookin' out the window, watchin' all
the hat Cause she didn't want to catch his fleas [Humpty-Hump] But it was all a bit in the wrong Christmas tree So let's all light up a pack of
me make this clear just the thought of it definitely brings me tears It's not about a salery it's all about reality, And Hip Hop is the reality that creates all
skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name Like the Lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain 'cause
shit outta any one o' y'all niggaz Sell my bill one nigga What the fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch Street orientated; y'all motherfuckers
don't know but I'll cry Pray at night when you sellin? white, got one ki' tryin? to sell it twice Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on
smashin' the gas In the fast car, NASCAR, hats to the back I ain't tryin' to take passengers, what else do that? I'm not concerned with what you do Fuck all