about you You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school What's the matter dawg, you embarrassed? This guy's a gangster; his real name's Clarence And
my side And it's been one hell of a ride, hasn't it? Just watchin' it from an opposite standpoint Man, boy's got to look nuts And that's the only word
to see this shit? it's here nigga, it's here [Eminem] Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Mouth like a .12 gauge shot it (
hide it, You're cold your touch, its like ice, And your eyes is the look of resentment, I can sense it and I don't like it [Chorus] (Kon Artis) [Verse Two] It
what been determined as the first solo african it gold platinum witta an accident happened at for maggets im alive a vengence to get back my momma's
you You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school What's the matter dawg? You embarrassed? This guy's a gangster, his real name's Clarence And Clarence
wall with your two left feet It's real easy just follow the beat Don't let that fine girl pass you by Look real close cause strobe lights lie We bout
hard it has been For me to try and, stay out it But they just won't quit runnin their mouth At least 'til there's a gun in it; son of a bitch! We all
see how much it bleeds. It's like adrenaline. The pain is such a sudden rush for me. See, everything you say is real, and I respect it cause you tell it. My girlfriend's
dre) Yo. (eminem) Now he's fat And he still thinks he's pretty. He's such a slag People who smoke grass Are saying "shit. Goddamn, that's a big
long So like a generation we've been passed on Now it's our time to shine, put your glasses on Got these a & r's and labels with binoculars Lookin in,
Guess who's black, guess who's black, Guess who's black, guess who's black, Guess who's black, guess who's black, guess who's black Verse 1 I've created
, do it for Fred, do it for limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it He's a bitch, he ain't gon
top dawg of them all And you know I'm takin' it home Yeah, you think it's easy, don't ya, wanna be Weezy, don't ya I'm a performer, homie, you just take it
t see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. [Eminem as 'Stan
man, with the hands, and get slain Matter of fact, when you see me bitch, gimme some brain Yo, it's like that, we could fight, Jack Let's put the mics
about, and this Dr. Dre beat done brought it The fuck out, run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the fuck out [Verse 4 - Eminem
made me realise the reality of this dream and now i know that not a lotta shit really exists CHORUS ONCE - EMINEM 3 2 1 bring it back, bring it back