Everlast Lyrics

Everlast Lyrics

"Whitey's Revenge (The Eminem Diss) Lyrics"

Age of Innocence Lyrics
We dismiss the back roads To ride these streets unafraid Resigned to scraping paint From our bones unashamed No more the eye upon you No more the simple man Desolation yes hesitation no Desolation yes hesitation no As you might have guessed all is never shown Desolation yes hesitation no And in my prayers I dream alone A silent speech to

What?
Did I hurt your feelings?
Uh...I'm supposed to be scared now, right?
Yo...I'd like to dedicate this record right here
To Mr. Marshall Mathers' mother, yeah
This one's for your moms

Here come the mighty
One they call Whitey
All you sons of Whitey
Are all dickbiters
So won't the real Slim Shady please act up?
Get smacked up
Get your eyes blacked up
With your candy-ass name you're a candy-ass rapper
I'll smack you up, shut you off like the Clapper
Whoever said you was raw, son, they lied
I know that shit I spit on Dialated hurt your pride
Screamin' on a record how you wish I died
But you don't wanna see me on this physical side
You're just a big tough guy, tryin' to act hard
But you won't walk a lob
Trade It All, Pt.2 Lyrics
[P.Diddy] This moment they all been waitin’ for, playboy We here now We’re in the house now, for sure [Chorus] [Jagged Edge] Girl, I’d trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I’d trade it all [Fabolous] I assume I’m so into you ‘Cause e
by without your bodyguard
You ain't pullin' my card, you ain't ridin' the train
Back in the day, kids like you got robbed for they chain
Step to me like a 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 down, you'll catch a beatdown
I get love in New York, got fam in L.A.
And I heard you might be the MC that's gay
With your platinum blonde Caesar, you look like a ho
Like M and M stands for Marilyn Monroe
Talkin' 'bout killin' sprees, you ain't like that, yo
Makin' lots of enemies, but that's all for show
You punk ecstasy junkie, you waste of skills
Stop ridin' my dill, stay high on pills
Yo, I hope you OD, don't be playin' with me
The Lights of Te Touan Lyrics
imagine waking unaware the light of heaven touched your hair morning struggled sun was here and gone born into empty air the signals changed the engines flared there's a place you know i'm always there ride on the early train past the wedding in the rain they closed the opened door and the white smoke blew away and never made a dumb mistake to eat your ora
BR> Little bitch need to watch what you're sayin' to me
Talkin' shit for shock value, boy, you ain't real
Turned hard the day Dre gave you a record deal
You went and sold your soul for some mass appeal
Servin' up that hors d'oeuvre, kid, now eat this meal
Instead of worryin' about who you should be dissin'
You need to worry about who your wifey been kissin'
Or if you go to prison while you're doin' your bid
I'll look in on your lady and do things for your kid
Make her write you lots of letters about the things that we did
And send you pictures of me chillin' all up in your crib
That shit about Sway n' Tek? That was a fib
First time you met me I showed you love in D.C.
But you were scared like a pussy with your eyes on the floor
While y
I'd Love To Lay You Down (live) Lyrics
There's a lot of ways of saying What I want to say to you There's songs and poems and promises And dreams that might come true But I won't talk of starry skies Or moonlight on the ground I'll come right out and tell you I'd just love to lay you down Lay you down and softly whisper Pretty love words in your ear Lay you down and tell you all the
ur crew showed me love outside the front door
Talkin' 'bout "Yo, whassup, ain't you Whitey Ford?
I love that song 'What It's Like' and that jam 'Praise the Lord'"
I don't do this for the money, yo, I do it for fun
You might hang around some gangstas, but you ain't one
And you won't be slappin' me with no empty gun
Talkin' 'bout a fag but you a one in drag
And you can't keep your woman from goin' astray
Better run and check your kid for your DNA
I take care of my moms, you get sued by yours
With your corny metaphors about drugs and crack whores
You're a sucker

Word up, for real
You wanna talk some shit money, come talkin' with the hands, B
I ain't wastin' no more time with you, man, fuck that shit, that's it



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