(feat. D12) [Eminem] Fame, fame, fame I think it's got me goin' crazy Ohhhohhh I get lost in this game, game, game I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
say "Hey man, anyone got any Jumper Cables, is that a 6 or a 12 volt?" and all the studs in town would toss 'em down and claim to fame as they stomped
(feat. Styles, Jadakiss, Paul Cain, M.O.P.) [Jadakiss] D-Block [Styles] True indeed [J] Double R [S] Yes, true indeed [J] Desert Storm [S] True indeed
For chezzey Now can you feel me Now do you understand the word to tee zee Braided up, corn rows Reach in pockets Step on toes D.X.D told me that No one
homie I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at home It must of been a obsession, Had to make it large (Dreams) Started my progression, I'd
to dumb Only rapper on Myspace with more friends than Tom One for the money, two for the count Riding in a vehicle I can't even pronouce S.O.D. Money
, what goes on in my mind I see murder, and do murder, fuck it, I'm "Trapped in Crime" It's kinda hard for me, to walk a straight line I'd rather give
All that don't understand, that's why we came To let you know that we're all in the same gang [JJ Fad] The J double, F, the a, the d, that is And if
arrested and thrown in THE BIG HOUSE [Chorus] Bizarre: "This has been a public service announcement... from your man Hush... and I'm Bizarre from D-12
But I wouldv'e loved to been on the third verse of Renegade They must think I'm a stick of dynamite with no stem That's probably why I got D12 but no
liar [Verse 12: Rick Ross] One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs Say the fellows for the cars, see we kill for the fame The boss made it, yeah
a liar [Verse 12: Rick Ross] One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs Say the fellows for the cars, see we kill for the fame The boss made it, yeah
Dayton shinin' With a gangsta twirl (Gangsta) Mobbin' through the hood, I need a gangsta girl Doll-E Girl, where you at, homegirl, hit me back I got a 12
He even fell hell, He coming home in '07, Owns 12 cells, Because you must of known, I can't trust the phones, For the dough you'll be like d'oh stuck
baby, burn burn burn, set em on fire And I'm really not near with a nigga but see it's whatever, whatever, I'm wired Feel the 12 gauge eruption - Playa
ten We?re driving through the straths and glens Come on, Johnny Bulla, make it fast For the 12 noon throw-up And the clash of the ash Well we?d better
troops in cell blocks with strap-on feeding bins (More like) Like I'd auction off a fuck for that blind cause you ride in I'd rather find the floors and
'll gamble mo off yo life true i couldn't see well flip my p12, rover key to the e-mail wish a hundred tell, g'd out, I walk the hog, I beat jail yall