{Mary J. Blige} My rise, my falls enemies wanna see me crawl my ups, my downs ya'll know I've been around but sometimes it bothers me when I hear people
mind There is nothing I do better than revenge, ha And do you still feel like you know what you're doing? 'Cause I don't think you do, oh Do you still
right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters [Eminem] By the time
see If the rumors are true, so I kick open the doors and windows To let the world hear sure There's so much anger and pain But come see, there's still
and I'm not coming down I'm a stereo and she's just so monotone Sometimes it's just me and all my bottles all alone I ain't coming back this time I
There's a stillness in time Which I cannot define Does your heart bleed like mine For a place we can go Where the troubles of our time are far away And
them For the only interest rate to fall is mine See a brand new generation is demanding What you've been doing with our money all this time Scam, people
county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time to ask Back on the streets after five and a deuce Seven years later but still
didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time to ask Back
exact with the track And since I know that you ain't,I expect that Oh now this jam is lit,it's like the ultimate People high off dope but still physically
got the socks and more pigeons up here Evilyn lost the fuckin' records Now it's show time, time to flow time Evil lost the records but we still gotta go time
Y'all are still one group as far as I'm concerned An' y'all are true players, to KRS 1 and D nice And Scott Larock, I talk to you every night Scott, you know what time
Emcee's, no time out, it's time to rhyme out You've dug your own grave, now you must climb out Dig out, crawl out, hide from the fallout 'Cause when I
hijacked You need to listen, nigga The rap game's hijacked Need to play this record about ten times The rap game's hijacked Black people don't own shit
know But that still ain't shit in the game of blow He asked to see the dope, I asked to see the cash He reached for that briefcase too fast A fuckin
! Mouse, wussup nigga! 3-80! Yea! We told em man, you knawmean? That black flag.. I see you killa, I see you watchin me nigga Karl what up! I see you
I still get my candy from your girlfriends sweet shop spitting that heat rock im smooth not Pete Rock and my money on etcetera - 3 dots still get a stomach ache every time