holla back For foreigners that ain't fifty, they act like they forgot how to act Eight million stories out there, and they're naked Cities is a pity, half of y'all won't
hero (uh huh) I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh) You can't tame Lloyd
the beats isn't loud) P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight (Yeah) So, when you hear somethin', make sure you hear
like gimme that, gimme that, and gimme that Why do I be stuntin to be honest I dont know Hundred after hundred after hundred I dont know I love it l-love, love
't give a fuck 'bout y'all I got dogs that'll chew a fucking hole through the wall But since they all love us, I need more rubbers And If I don't use
Just looking for that hook [Chorus - Eminem] (Wait Dre look!) Shorty I love you And you love me too We were meant to be 'cause shorty You love me And I love
Guess why she hate her though? 'Cause our love wrong Fuck da police 'cause our love prowlin' White girls fun 'cause all of them swallow Why I ain't fuck
Bravehearts, c'mon Said it ain't too much for me To have you next to me I can't believe it, all the things I do To keep you loving me And it's just
crush And make da sweet love to every women dat you lust I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama I ain't askin' for
another (And another) And another (And another) (Take it all, you need me) Keep going, is you wit it? You ain't got shit to say less you did it You ain't
last This is Brick City, hear the gunshots Where they hate cops, on every block there's a weed spot This is Brick City, hear the gun jam If you don't
'll make it spark, and I don't gotta throw a blow Niggaz ready to stage dive like they Linkin Park The hood love a nigga cause I ain't above a nigga I
goin' it startin' ruckus (Yeah boii) Ain't chu like something the kid, Jay or Puffy Ridin' Phantoms is nothing ain't that lifestyle lovely Ain't it
be ya F*ck your mix tape I don't wanna feature Couldn't give a shit about your album either I don't wanna hear you come out the speaker, No? You ain't
I ain't blew up yet It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet Don't got a rep my step, don't got enough pep The pressures too much man, I
me In the drop Bentley ain't no stoppin' me So cash in your dough and flow to this fashion show Pound for pound anywhere you go Yo ain't no city in the
niggas to them deep niggas, Them politics, them geek niggas, To them freak bitches that swallow dick, its real. Or them sheet niggas ain't proud of shit
to lose you in the system for some weed in my city In the heart aint no love or no pity Looking for charity that dog don't hunt don't come in the woods