hype Instantly, dope dealer stereotype But shit is serious, I know I never sold drugs So why these motherfuckers tryin' ta roll me up? And smoke me, why
Long as we keep shitin' like this Shit, ain't nothin' fuckin' with this You my Clyde for life I'm your Bonnie like this I can see us gettin' rich like
us revoking your membership] Shut up I don't care This is a crap gym [Well, mate, just leave, please] It doesn't work, how do I know it works I'm still fat, why
on the side of the road snorting coke, with no guidence, so many kids dying over unprovocted violence,we dont understand the science, and the rich wanna know why
t no where my head is I might have fame, but I'm still low on credit Management loved the money, someone tell me where my bread is I come across a lot of rich kids
I rolled you up like my rizla Cut you up, with my sisters You wanna get us yeah, the venom splitters Your style's trash, don't litter You got the jitters
you want from me? Ten million dollars Get the fuck out of here You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers, I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss
you want from me, ten million dollars? Get the fuck out of here You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the
we on the roof top [Wiz Khalifa] Slow money's just better than gettin' no money Learn to get good show money, that's yo money Get comfortable with it, really know money Rich
We roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
you still feel hate Through and chain plates, we communicate Chicago to Brooklyn, niggas real ones do relate If lyrics sold then truth be told I'll probably be just as rich
?m reaching to the sky Lord can you deliver me? Deliver us Deliver us, yeah Deliver us, ooh Oh, deliver us Deliver us Deliver us Deliver us, yeah yeah
chain plates, we communicate Chicago to brooklyn nigga real ones do relate (Verse 2: Talib Kweli) If lyrics sold then truth be told I'll probably be just as rich
than me is Em I'm into DMC, runs in the family [Interlude - Haters] Why that nigga gotta bring Em name up all the time? Man, You wouldn't even be rich
lil' Tamera Feel like a samera or Zorro rich niggas don't barrow Fill a check and wait 'til the bank open tomorrow Look at your sorrow, heads gotta meet, kids gotta eat Why
visit his kids He used to make his daughter and his son box Yo I love them kids, they love they pops Yo pun, pick me up, come to queens with us You know
] Yes, live, real rap's back again You in tune to the real, Hard Truth Soldier radio The _Sonic Jihad_ continues Where you either with us, or you against us
