It's April 29, 2024, 07:34:50 PM
One line that always gets stuck in my head, even if I haven't listened to the song for a while is:'Reached for his gat but I was quicker - blaaw!/Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now'
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw upGot introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew upChoppin rocks overnightThe nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White-- Notorious BIGI smoke a blunt to take the pain outAnd if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains outI'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a babyAnd now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin crazyForgive me; they wanna see me in my casketand if I don't blast I'll be the victim of them bastards-- 2PacReligion misoverstood is poisonRadio and TV poison, white Jesus poisonAnd any thoughts of takin me down is poisonWho want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow-- NasThat's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thingexcept for a dream and a fuckin rap magazineWho post pin-up pictures on they walls all day longIdolize they favorite rappers and know all they songsOr for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibeWe're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes-- Eminem
Quote from: M Dogg on March 18, 2013, 08:28:34 PMCheck it, I grew up a fuckin screw upGot introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew upChoppin rocks overnightThe nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White-- Notorious BIGI smoke a blunt to take the pain outAnd if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains outI'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a babyAnd now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin crazyForgive me; they wanna see me in my casketand if I don't blast I'll be the victim of them bastards-- 2PacReligion misoverstood is poisonRadio and TV poison, white Jesus poisonAnd any thoughts of takin me down is poisonWho want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow-- NasThat's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thingexcept for a dream and a fuckin rap magazineWho post pin-up pictures on they walls all day longIdolize they favorite rappers and know all they songsOr for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibeWe're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes-- Eminemyou are sooo white