A changes, and love changes and best friends become A changes, and love changes (yo, uh)
Can it be, that i stayed for too long? Did i leave mind when i was gone? Baby ain't no need to pretend I aint actin I'm like a young-ass Michael from the Five (HEE HEEE) But you don't feel me, the industry for years been to kill me Me and my niggas stay in the cracks roaches Always runnin from the Raids the cops approaches Man my is just too ferocious Been spitting potent dope for years, that's why I Now I'm tell you how it all began Eminem Before all of I'm a tell you how they to play me How my city betrayed me, made me fuckin go Made me the AK in the back with my base
This so cold I'm a let you You can't get with tryin to steal my flow
In eighty-eight I set up before detroit had shock Kid Rock rode a bike down my block Homie the Clown? And thats about the ICP put it down most wanted, K-Ice and Maistro and Smiley I was at the Disk, spendin' bank Gregg Riley Even though we was movin units day Still gots no love or radio Maybe I won't pay payola Known in the streets for moving cola Me and my brother, trying to get up out the Take of my mother, cause I love her It was no hip hop shops or freestyle Only a full of snakes that rattle Remember "Sugar is sugar and is salt" If didnt sell records, its not my fault I to watch the scene with Natt Morris I this to Detroit, now I'm a sing the chorus
So high you get over it So high you get over it So low why i'm holding it So low thats why i'm it
up A real soldier to take orders So his game is pulled through in the fourth quarter I know you cant believe that you've all been Its like a girl sayin her hairs but its a weave Feminem is a is an age She lives 8 mile, but still can get gauged Kill the fetus, please believe this, to Jesus I got niggas with the blowoff in they Facts is facts and fictions If you cant take the stay up out the kitchen I droppin Hellter Skkkelter Before Devils Night, I could of burned the shelter We was Awesome Dre Representing way before you meant Dr. Gay All my underground up at c Notes Open mic spitting shit that we wrote wasn't no East to West Coast Just Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ B and Los.
worlds so cold I'm a let you You get away with trying to steal my flow