I know the city gettin' ready for me I know the city gettin' ready (Big Sean) Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right Don't worry, we gon' be here
't trying to tease me Now you wanna feud, fuck that shit, slut Let's fight behind a lady, not that punk ass bitch Be my dirty love, be my dirty love Now here
mack shit for your ass, boy Fuck him up, Short Get in where you fit in, fool You was a mark up at the high school Now you're hardcore like CB4 Biting
the 9 o's I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big thick fine hoes I'm pulling up right beside you Bumping this funky ass shit to ride to. -pooh man- Now here
stop till I'm through So get on it, now is the time Too $hort, baby's gonna spit that rhyme At you 'cause I'm jammin', so check me I play the music,
[8B] Space, Age-in baby [TS] Right right right right [8B] One time [TS] Beyotch! [8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire! Verse
just, too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick, yes Grew up quick? No Was raised right? Whatever you say is wrong Whatever I say is right You think of my name now
Fred: check Slim Shady do the mic kid Eminem: I dont do black music I dont do white music I make fight music for high school kids I put lives at risk
wasn't for them I wouldn't be here today, but since I'm here I'ma continue to make funky music for my brothers You know what I'm sayin? I'm outta here
, right. [Right]. They all in their twenties, she the only one working. Anyway, one night she needed to get some sleep, she told him to turn his music
eatin breakfast at some Wyatt's (Big Moe) Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah its them boys off that Long Drive that nigga DeMo (DeMo) Here I go, here
clever cat Eat shit, smoke spliffs, get high, reminisce Innocence, bulletproof, any one, pullin' through Junior High, do it fly, fuck in grade Summer school
a 'did-all'? Now wait a second, don't like what I'm saying, make a record And I'll be glad when my music gets mad again New school ice cube "Fuck you
That ain't the reason my folks came here The old lady came out on the porch Took her in the house, sit on the flo' Man, what you came out here fo' Now
putting you through all that hell I went from high school dropout to factory laborer Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor To being back on tour, now
' my music, music, music Bumpin' my music Wanna hear my music? Well, let me open up my door Release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow Now
s never gonna close It's what it got us here, we know High School lives on forever more High School, high school musical High School Musical Who says