Lyrics containing the term: mom+thinks+i+burn+the+kitchen+but+it+was+my+civil+ng (2025)

On second thought I just fucking wished he would dieI look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her sideEven if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd tryTo make it work with her at least for Hailie's sakeI maybe made some mistakes, but I'm only humanBut I'm man enough to face them todayWhat I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumbBut the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun'Cause I'da killed him, shit I would've shot Kim and him bothIt's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"I'm sorry mommaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cry, but tonightI'm cleaning out my closet (one more time)I said I'm sorry mommaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cry, but tonightI'm cleaning out my closetNow I would never diss my own momma just to get recognitionTake a second to listen for who you think this record is dissingBut put yourself in my position, just try to envisionWitnessing your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchenBitching that someone's always going through her purse and shit's missingGoing through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's SyndromeMy whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomachDoesn't it?

I'm ShadyWhen I go out, I'ma go out shootin'I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupidI'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' imageSo I promised the fuckin' criticsI wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blondeSo I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie onI may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughtsIn my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)

Rose nerves get bad, but still she gon' smileAnd me I'm on some squad shit and some debate itBut I know they love it way more than they hate itAnd I know you probably laughin' at the way I treat these hoes and these Bitches,I try love 'em, my BM be trippin'But Rabbit, you know one thing, I got the game from you, every perspectiveThat's why I keep the gun at close connection for protectionAnd you see I left school behind and chose C-M-BIt was impossible on the road every week, but I know enoughAnd I follow by everything you ever told me, think wiselyWatch over me my nigga, just guide meI know you can't be close to my nigga, I knowBut I know you watchin' over me nigga, I knowBut the shit's steady hurtin', burn deepBut it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dogI know you can't be close to my nigga, I knowBut I know you watchin' over me nigga, I knowBut the shit's steady hurtin', burn deepBut it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dogI swear to you man, at some times I really wish I was with you'Cause I get fed up with this life and I miss youSomebody pass me a tissue, and let me wipe the tears from my eyesYeah, nigga I cried, it's 'cause I loved you dogI promise I won't ever put nothin' above you dogSo I live my life in dedication of you dogI know you see me happy on the outside and hurt withinMake me want to grab that gun and burst againBut I know they got a reason why I'm hereAnd I know they got a reason why you goneAnd therefore, I'm succeedin' on my ownBut you ain't never left me, nigga, you still dwell in my heartI can't forget you kept it real from the startAnd until my last breath I exhale, I'm a keep you with meAnd when we do meet again, I'm a keep you with meAnd tell them niggas Pac, B.I.G. and Pun I said "they's my peoples"Watch over me nigga 'til I see youI know you can't be close to my nigga, I knowBut I know you watchin' over me nigga, I knowBut the shit's steady hurtin', burn deepBut it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dogBut the shit's steady hurtin', burn deepBut it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dogI know I can't be close to you (dog)I know you watching over me dogBut the shit's that it hurt and burn deepIts alright dog, everything gon' be alright dogRabbit, nigga, its your sonI'm down in your hole and your downYou see Cita straight, mom straightYour mom straight, I mean everything going rightB and Slim nigga, is the realist niggas I ever met dogAnd plus now I'm on some squad shitMy niggas, they keep it real with meI keep it real with themMy little girl growning beautiful as ever manYou need to see her dog, she bad though manAnyway dog, aight holla!

Rose nerves get bad, but still she gon' smileAnd me I'm on some squad shit and some debate itBut I know they love it way more than they hate itAnd I know you probably laughin' at the way I treat these hoes and these Bitches,I try love 'em, my BM be trippin'But Rabbit, you know one thing, I got the game from you, every perspectiveThat's why I keep the gun at close connection for protectionAnd you see I left school behind and chose C-M-BIt was impossible on the road every week, but I know enoughAnd I follow by everything you ever told me, think wiselyWatch over me my nigga, just guide meI swear to you man, at some times I really wish I was with you'Cause I get fed up with this life and I miss youSomebody pass me a tissue, and let me wipe the tears from my eyesYeah, nigga I cried, it's 'cause I loved you dogI promise I won't ever put nothin' above you dogSo I live my life in dedication of you dogI know you see me happy on the outside and hurt withinMake me want to grab that gun and burst againBut I know they got a reason why I'm hereAnd I know they got a reason why you goneAnd therefore, I'm succeedin' on my ownBut you ain't never left me, nigga, you still dwell in my heartI can't forget you kept it real from the startAnd until my last breath I exhale, I'm a keep you with meAnd when we do meet again, I'm a keep you with meAnd tell them niggas Pac, B.I.G. and Pun I said "they's my peoples"Watch over me nigga 'til I see youI know you can't be close to my nigga, I knowBut I know you watchin' over me nigga, I knowBut the shit's steady hurtin', burn deepBut it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dogBut the shit's steady hurtin', burn deepBut it's alright dog, everything gon' be alright dogI know I can't be close to you (dog)I know you watching over me dogBut the shit's that it hurt and burn deepIts alright dog, everything gon' be alright dogRabbit, nigga, its your sonI'm down in your hole and your downYou see Cita straight, mom straightYour mom straight, I mean everything going rightB and Slim nigga, is the realist niggas I ever met dogAnd plus now I'm on some squad shitMy niggas, they keep it real with meI keep it real with themMy little girl growning beautiful as ever manYou need to see her dog, she bad though manAnyway dog, aight holla!

Hope you feed us soon, bite your back, you die of rabiesEveryday we pray to eat at the table at SizzlersBut never make the visit, if better days was on its wayThen they make the decision, to make the wrong turnSo for now we heat this skillet so this canned food can burn(Oh I remember that, it was the ravioli with the hot sauce in it, right?)

On second thought I just fucking wished he would dieI look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her sideEven if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd tryTo make it work with her at least for Hailie's sakeI maybe made some mistakes, but I'm only humanBut I'm man enough to face them todayWhat I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumbBut the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun'Cause I'da killed him, shit I would've shot Kim and him bothIt's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"I'm sorry mommaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cry, but tonightI'm cleaning out my closet (one more time)I said I'm sorry mommaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cry, but tonightI'm cleaning out my closetNow I would never diss my own momma just to get recognitionTake a second to listen for who you think this record is dissingBut put yourself in my position, just try to envisionWitnessing your momma popping prescription pills in the kitchenBitching that someone's always going through her purse and shit's missingGoing through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's SyndromeMy whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomachDoesn't it?

How it feel?" My nigga, it's so goodSmile on that baby face, schooling I was fuckin' upFocused, I was comin' up, them kiddies had them tumbles upWas nineteen years of age when my pockets was 'bout a hundred upHow I get them checks off, nigga?

AyoThis a song aboutMy, my stepdadLet's see if this ever happened to youI, I hateMy, my stepdadOne thing that sticks in my crawWhen I was six and I saw my stepfather hittin' my momSocked her right in her eyeballI'm startin' to think I'm psychoticWith all the pictures that I draw ofShit that I've already witnessed, this probably twisted my thoughtsAll I can hear is drama with mom and himI can always hear 'em arguin' down the hallwaysThe walls are thin so the noise is startin' to feel like the normMy dog pissed on the carpet, he stomped it so hardDoctors had to put it downHe killed my chihuahua, this motherfuckerI, I, hateMy, my stepdad (stepdad)So tonight I'm sayin'"Bye-bye stepdad" (stepdad)Outside, I look like I'm calmInside, I'm a tickin' time bomb'Cause of this motherfucker, who sticks his dick in my mom (my mom)Last night, he said I left the kitchen light onBut he walked in there this morning and purposely flipped it, I saw himHickory switch to my bottom, I counted sixty-nine timesHe swatted me with it, I'd cryHe just started hittin' me harderGod, I just wish I could jaw himIf I could get my weight upBut I'm just a second graderThis prick is bigger than I amBut I've been readin' at school about this shit called liquid cyanideI'm fantasizin' at night when he's sleepin' at just the right timeSneak up with a lethal injection and put him down like they did to my dogI'm talkin' euthanasia (euthanasia), like kids in TaiwanThis fuckin' shit's like Saigon (Saigon)Neighbors called police on himSo many battery charges, this dude's like lithium ionThen mom and him let bygones (bygones), just be bygonesSo on eggshells, I walk and just try not to piss this guy offBut this why II, I, hateMy, my stepdad (stepdad)So tonight I'm sayin'"Bye-bye stepdad" (stepdad)So this year, I'm goin' to the fifth and I'm tallI'm five foot six on my block, I'm the toughest kid but I gotWay bigger fish to fry, which is why I'm tryna get this bitch to fly offThe handle and wait for the fist to fly to put this guy in a pine boxHe's always lookin' for chaos but tonight I've cooked up a planSo this Christmas, I got some color books and some crayonsI'm layin' on the floor, in the living room with some friends colorin'He walks by, kicks my arm and goes "Whoops" and just laughsI yelled for mom (mom) and as she's rushin' to my defenseI stood up and said, "Fuck you punk" and I took off and ranTo my bedroom, as I fledKnowin' shit would hit the fanSlammed the door and hid behind it with an aluminum batHe kicked it inI swung it hard as I could at his headHis noodle went splat, he fell right at the foot of my bedI'm a little bit scared but my anger's overtooken the fearI threw down the bat and just started whoopin' his assBeat him with my bare hands, the big bad wolf ain't so bad"Ding-dong," the pussy is dead, the bully finally gets hisStomped him until he pissed enough to fill a two liter withThen buried him next to my dogAnd if I go to juvie for this, I'ma tell 'emI, I, hateMy, my stepdad (stepdad)So tonight I'm sayin'"Bye-bye stepdad" (stepdad)'Cause I, I, hateMy, my stepdad (stepdad)So tonight I'm sayin'"Bye-bye stepdad" (stepdad)

she starts acting like shes 13 and thinks everyone is meanShe starts cryingAnd i push her awayand cut her with my keysand she starts to drive and drive until she found a town far enough awayAnd she sulks and walks and tries to forget all our namesAnd she know if shes ever going to finish schoolAnd she knows shell never laughcause we shrunk and she grewshe dont know how lng itll take to feel okaybut she knows she had the wors day ever todayShe had a bullying fatherShe thought she was getting strongerHer mom beats up her little brotherinside and out hes more popular than she isShe grew up in an ugly houseand had no space to runand she had the worst days with methere was a video i found from back when we were threeshe was trying to paint in the kitchen and she was talking to meit was the age of teasing and bullying and throwing eggs at her windowAnd her dad was super dumb and i was the most handsome boyin the whole wide worldand now she knows whyall the trees change in the falland she knows i was never on her sideand always said she was wrongand she hates mefor giving her the evil eyesand making her feel like she could shineand i dont know if she knewso im taking this chance to say that i always have the worst dayswhen im with you.

Brooklyn, whuddup?Far Rock, whuddup?While Jay and Beyonce was mmm kissin'I was cookin' one-thousand grams in my kitchenWhile Nas was tellin' Kelis, I love you, booI was shinin' my nine, you know how I doI got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shitI got, I got a fully loaded clipI got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shitI got, I got a fully loaded clipYou wann' problem wit' me?

Oh some times I think back to when I was youngerLife was so much simpler thenDad would be up at dawnHe'd be watering the lawnOr maybe going fishing againOh and mom would be fixing up something in the kitchenFresh biscuits or hot apple pieAnd I'd spend all day long in the basementTorturing rats with a hack-sawAnd pulling the wings off of fliesThose were the good old daysThose were the good old daysThe years go by but the memory staysAnd those were the good old daysI can still remember good old Mr.

Yo I need erybody to please standWe about to go in, This the anthem, for that lady you loveTurn up, turn upI love her, you know her like I know herSo powerful, so beautiful, it's crazy to thinkThe things that she'll do to youShe'll change your lifeShe'll give you the freedom to be what you wantShe donna nice, she's the only oneI climbed on the bar to see herEverybody in the world wants to meet herI drive thousands of miles just to take a pictureSo beautiful and magical I dripped and bust since I was a little boySo I need to find her, she is a special girlNothing is like her, I search for her around the worldI wanna make her mine, think of her all the timeShe'll never leave me, she'll never leave meHer name is America, she is my ladyI swear to protect her, oh so amazingHer name is America, she is my babyI promised to love her, more than god above usShe is America, and I want herShe is America, and I love herOho, America, America, that girlOho, America, America, uh that girlFight to people, battling they want to steal IPick my armor up and put my spears downShe's my number one, the only one I wanna stay by her sideSo I need to find her, she is a special girlNothing is like her, I search for her around the worldI wanna make her mine, think of her all the timeShe'll never leave me, she'll never leave meHer name is America, she is my ladyI pledge to protect her, oh so amazingHer name is America, she is my babyI promised to love her, more than god above usShe is America, and I want herShe is America, and I love herAmerica baby, hold on babyWassup baby, go ahead babyMaybe we can jump off in the carDrop the top and look at the 50 starsDressed with skin tight, red, white, blueHer heels like uh, and I was like uhBaby go and lie, maybe later on we can hit my spotShe know trina and her girlfriend ginaGoing back and forth like they was serenaHer mom say'but god bless americaTwerk it, twerk it, twerk it, to the dawn's early light, lightMami in the club, full of stars, we got stripesWalk it out in the sound, tryina get the civil rightsIt's mister world wide and your man nick cannonWe salute her all nightHer name is America, she is my ladyI pledge to protect her, oh so amazingHer name is America, she is my babyI promised to love her, more than god above usShe is America, and I want herShe is America, and I love her

I'm an uncooked slab of beefLaying on your kitchen floorOther words I'm off the meat rackBring the beat backBring me two extension chordsI'ma measure my dick, shit, I need six inches moreFuck my dick's big, bitchNeed I remind you that I don't need The fucking swine flu to be a sick pig?

Well, let me think, 'cause every dayMy balls are gettin' too hairy to shavePause a minute, I'm stressin' againIf I go to Hell, then Heaven's to blameI don't mean to come off crazyBut you motherfuckas seem to think I'm hella derangedWhen I was seven years oldI fell on my head and I severed my brainYou think I'm lyin'?

What is a nightmare?The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dreamA nightmareI used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious'Til one day I grew suspiciousWhen I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoopAnd got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeonsThen we flew the coop to Michigan to start anew, but ditchin'Missouri from Michigan didn't workSo we moved back to Missouri from MichiganFrom Missouri back to MichiganSomeone put me out my misery, I can't do this againMom, please stick to a decisionDiscipline, last thing I wanna do is listenShe's like Lex Luthor, bitchin', and rules are Krypton-iteSo the walls, I done lost my power to see through them bitchesBut I run into 'em, runnin' through the kitchenPretendin' to be blind Superman'Cause I had no supervisionBut I did have a super power thoughI could turn into Invisible KidDisappear out of sight like a true magicianAnd one day Uncle Ronnie brought over this new but differentMusic into the picture, and it become my new religion(I remember it clearly, even today)Move back to Michigan again, to live with my Grandma NanAlways itchin' for something to do, was flippin'Through radio stations one day and discovered this DJ who was mixin'I say it to this day, if you ain't listened to the The WizardYou ain't have a fuckin' clue what you was missin'I'd zone out with my headphones, all I remember doing's wishin' for shoesFuck them stupid Pumas, bitch, it's all about them new edition TroopsYou get them LL Cool J coolin' systemsMade that final maneuver to 8 Mile and HooverAnd somehow I saw my future is in this that's how I know my missionLittle boom box boomin', spittin'Practicin' numerous writtensWhen I'd sit in my room, envisionin' my dreams come to fruitionI remember Proof would visitCouldn't wait to play him my new shit, he'd go cuckoo ballisticGo through the roof for his shitIt's like we knew the instantWe touched a mic that both of us two existed to do this shitNever quit, too persistent(Carved out an underground empire)Started a group of misfits, Proof had a propositionIf we all brand together, there ain't no stoppin' this shitCome up with aliases, bipolar opposites andBe ready to come off the top as sharp precisionIf you got dissed at the Shop, 'cause if they caught you slippin'They'd take your spot if someone got to rippin' youAnd you forgot your writtenOpportunity knocks once, it ain't knockin' againIt tried ding-dong ditchin' shitI fuckin' got that bitch in a headlockCut off his oxygen, SlimIt's not budgin' like cocksuckin' cinder blocks in the windNow I got my pot to piss inSpot in that top positionKoppin' over the oppositionLookin' like a dog that's pissin'Leg up on the competitionPromisin' complete dominance, Sugar Ray RobinsonI'm in a league Muhammad's inAli's my colleague bombin' 'emProbably end up on top of 'emStompin' 'em like NdamukongI'm Russian like a Ukrainian, LaDainian TomlinsonFlow vomits in your face, competitors fall at my waistYou spit a rhyme, I spit in a rhyme's faceSo name the time, placeTo battle, bitch, I'm still in that mind stateDon't make me step on you and make you wine grapesCry babies, maybe my way that I use words is looseBut you turds better be careful how you choose yours'Cause feelings scar but egos bruise worseAnd the truth hurts, shit, no wonder you're sore losersNow where's your poo, birds?

What is a nightmare?The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dreamA nightmareI used to think I had bad luck, but I wasn't superstitious'Til one day I grew suspiciousWhen I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoopAnd got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeonsThen we flew the coop to Michigan to start anew, but ditchin'Missouri from Michigan didn't workSo we moved back to Missouri from MichiganFrom Missouri back to MichiganSomeone put me out my misery, I can't do this againMom, please stick to a decisionDiscipline, last thing I wanna do is listenShe's like Lex Luthor, b-, and rules are Krypton-iteSo the walls, I done lost my power to see through them b-But I run into 'em, running through the kitchenPretending to be blind Superman'Cause I had no supervisionBut I did have a super power thoughI could turn into Invisible KidDisappear out of sight like a true magicianAnd one day Uncle Ronnie brought over this new but differentMusic into the picture, and it become my new religion(I remember it clearly, even today)Move back to Michigan again, to live with my Grandma NanAlways itchin' for something to do, was flippin'Through radio stations one day and discovered this DJ who was mixin'I say it to this day, if you ain't listened to the The WizardYou ain't have a f- clue what you was missin'I'd zone out with my headphones, all I remember doing's wishing for shoesF- them stupid Pumas, b-, it's all about them new edition TroopsYou get them LL Cool J coolin' systemsMade that final maneuver to 8 Mile and HooverAnd somehow I saw my future is in this that's how I know my missionLittle boom box boomin', spittin'Practicin' numerous writtensWhen I'd sit in my room, envisionin' my dreams come to fruitionI remember Proof would visitCouldn't wait to play him my new sh-, he'd go cuckoo ballisticGo through the roof for his sh-It's like we knew the instantWe touched a mic that both of us two existed to do this sh-Never quit, too persistent(Carved out an underground empire)Started a group of misfits, Proof had a propositionIf we all brand together, there ain't no stopping this sh-Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites andBe ready to come off the top as sharp precisionIf you got dissed at the Shop, 'cause if they caught you slippin'They'd take your spot if someone got to rippin' youAnd you forgot your writtenOpportunity knocks once, it ain't knockin' againIt tried ding-dong ditchin' shi-I got that b- in a headlockCut off his oxygen, SlimIt's not budgin' like cinder blocks in the windNow I got my pot to p- inSpot in that top positionKoppin' over the oppositionLookin' like a dog that's p-Leg up on the competitionPromisin' complete dominance, Sugar Ray RobinsonI'm in a league Muhammad's inAli's my colleague bombin' 'emProbably end up on top of 'emStompin' 'em like NdamukongI'm Russian like a Ukrainian, LaDainian TomlinsonFlow vomits in your face, competitors fall at my waistYou spit a rhyme, I spit in a rhyme's faceSo name the time, placeTo battle, b-, I'm still in that mind stateDon't make me step on you and make you wine grapesCry babies, maybe my way that I use words is looseBut you turds better be careful how you choose yours'Cause feelings scar but egos bruise worseAnd the truth hurts, sh-, no wonder you're sore losersNow where's your poo, birds?

Make sure our belly's stay fullMake sure our belly's stay fullYo, Rock, let me get it, let me breathe on it for a minuteSpeak for a minute, put my 2 cent in it for a secondLet them get a view of my mind, backpack tucked with a nineWent to school with it, didn't play with itDidn't tell nobody it was mineIt was my weapon, had it for my protectionI didn't blink, not for a secondDidn't pour my heart and soul to a reverendThey're hypocrite anyway, rather put my full faith in GodHad to stay on my grind something like when I was sumpingHad to maintain my function back against the wall, they frontingPlayed the background like a movie extraExtra activities, no remedy for the crime going on, same old songBet ya couldn't make it out here if you wasn't wasn't that strongNot mentally, but physically, had to get my psychology onMama said I gotta come home, but I didn't, stayed out real lateMy excuse was "how we gon' eat if it's no food on the plate?"

Don't ever think that it can't happen to you, youYou gotta stand on your own two, win or loseAnd if it gets too hard to face the truthYou got to grow through what you go through, yeahI need a bandage for the damage I've been throughI've been knocked down but I managed to improveOnly real competition is myself, yeagShe's stuck in my brain storm, trying not to get rained onI put all these rings on and it look like I'm flame throwingAnd I put all my chains on and it look like I snake charmI was down on my dick, everybody was hissingNow I'm trying to keep them snakes up out my gardenPut your ear up to my safe, hear money snoringCarolina blue sorta look like Jordan'sLet's get high for Nipsey and pop a blue dolphinAnd yes I gotta keep them snakes up out my gardenBut keep that Mamba Mentality regardless'Cause I know harder times are waiting for me in the futureAll I can do is stay in my lane and put my gear in neutralDon't ever think that it can't happen to you, to youYou gotta stand on your own two, win or lose, yeahAnd if it gets too hard to face the truthYou got to grow through what you go through, yeahI need a bandage for the damage I've been throughI've been knocked down but I managed to improveOnly real competition is myself, myselfYeah you need a bandage for the damage you've been throughYou've been knocked down but you managed to improveOnly real competition is in youI'm caught in a thunderstormI look up and it's fuckin' pouringI'ma need me a lucky charmI need it easy as Sunday morningI keep me a firearm 'cause I always think I'm at harmBut it ain't no smokin' over here without ringing my fire alarmOn gang, on God, on momsThis life will break you down to crumbsI was floating on the cloud, I jumpedAnd when I hit the ground I sunkYeah they thought I was down, I'm upI was lost now I'm found, what's upI came too far around to give upWhen I was down on my dickEverybody was missing, they thought I would miss themBut I got in that kitchen and cooked up this wisdomI started a systemIf you really love your niggas you'd never risk them, yeahDon't ever think that it can't happen to you, yeahYou gotta stand on your own two, win or lose, yeahAnd if it gets too hard to face the truthYou, you got to grow through what you go through, yeahI need a bandage for the damage I've been throughI've been knocked down but I managed to improveOnly real competition is myself, myselfYou need a bandage (you need a bandage)For the damage (yeah, for the damage), yeahI've been knocked down, knocked down but I manage, yeahOnly real competition is myselfOnly real competition is myself

Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leechThink about it now that's damn near one-point-fiveI kill 'em all I'll be set for life, Frank pay attentionThese motherfuckers is henchmen, renegadesIf you die they still get paid, extra probablyFuck a robbery, I'm the bossPromise you won't rob 'em, I promiseBut of course you know I had my fingers crossedNiggas got to die, if I go they got to goNiggas got to die, let a hundred shots floatNiggas got to die, 'cause it's all up in the scrollsCatch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kidIf I go they got to goNiggas got to die, let a hundred shots floatNiggas got to die, 'cause it's all up in the scrollsCatch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kidWe up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab ladyLaying on the bed, looking like a dragHad the pillow cuffed, looking at me and Frank, her grill was roughWho would of ever think she'd rather do us upBut that's the business, back to the snitchOn these Puerto Rican kids with pistolsDoing sign language is twitching nosesAsk 'em where the money at, yo where the coke at papi?

Got me lost in hellTo live and die in LA on bail(My angel sing) To live and die in L.A.It's the place to beYou've got to be there to know itWhat everybody wanna seeTo live and die in L.AIt's the place to beYou've got to be there to know itWhat everybody wanna seeIt's the City of Angels and constant dangerSouth Central LA, can't get no strangerFull of drama like a soap opera, on the curbWatching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observeSo many niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jailI swear the pen the right across from hellI can't cry 'cause it's on nowI'm just a nigga on his own now, living life thug styleSo I can't smile, writing to my peoples when they ask for picturesThinking Cali just fun and bitchesBetter learn about the dress code, B's and C'sAll them other niggas copycats, these is G'sI love Cali like I love women'Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of thug in himWe might fight amongst each other, but I promise you thisWe'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed(To live and die in LA) to live and die in L.A.

Ahhh, ah ha ha ha ha ahh, ha, ah, ahhYuh, yuh, yuh, yuhBaby, you are the death of meYou know I've had my share ofChemical-like loveThe reaction burns, but it's temporaryI love how it hurtsBut, baby, you're just like poisonYou won't be there for long, no, noYou're poison, ah ah ah (Baby, you're poison)You won't be there for long(You won't be there for long) , no, no, noYou won't be there for longUh, you're my black widow and cobraI'm in your denimYour venom has got me nauseousI know I shouldaI never took the precautionsBut, baby boy, you're toxic but not slickI could tell that prior to meYour swagger was not shitSee, I put you on, now your options not slimHuhBaby, you are the death of meYou know I've had myShare of chemical-like loveThe reaction burns, but it's temporaryI love how it hurtsBut, baby, you're just like poisonYou won't be there for long, no, noYou're poison, ah ah ah, ah ahWon't be there for lo oh, oh-ongBut you see, i'm tired of these niggasAnd they breakfast messMad 'cause the chain on my breastsesIs bigger than the chain on they chestsesI don't need A Train, I just crash the whipI'm done the fuck up in the freshest 'fit'sPut a couple zeros on my checks and shitWhy the fuck you think I been so negligent?

Got me lost in hellTo live and die in LA on bail(My angel sing) to live and die in L.A.Is the place to beYou've got to be there to know itWhat everybody wanna seeTo live and die in L.A (to live and die in L.A)Is the place to beYou've got to be there to know itWhat everybody wanna seeIt's the City of Angels and constant dangerSouth Central L.A, can't get no strangerFull of drama like a soap opera, on the curbWatchin' the ghetto bird helicopters, I observeSo many niggas gettin' three strikes, tossed in jailI swear the pen' right across from hellI can't cry 'cause it's home nowI'm just a nigga on his own now, livin' life thug styleSo I can't smile, writin' to my peoples when they ask for picturesThinkin' Cali just fun and bitchesBetter learn about the dress code, B's and C'sAll them other niggas copycats, these is G'sI love Cali like I love women'Cause every nigga in L.A got a little bit of thug in 'emWe might fight amongst each other, but I promise you thisWe'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed(To live and die in L.A.) to live and die in L.A.

Brooklyn, whuddup?Fa'rock, whuddup?While Jay and Beyonce was (Mm mm), kissin'I was cookin' one-thousand grams in my kitchenWhile Nas was tellin' Kelis, "I love you boo"I was shinin' my nine, ya know how I doI got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shitI got-I got a fully loaded clipI got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit (Yeah)I got-I got a fully loaded clipYou wann' problem wit' me?

Brooklyn, whuddup?Fa'rock, whuddup?While Jay and Beyonce was (Mm mm), kissin'I was cookin' one-thousand grams in my kitchenWhile Nas was tellin' Kelis, "I love you boo"I was shinin' my nine, ya know how I doI got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shitI got-I got a fully loaded clipI got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit (Yeah)I got-I got a fully loaded clipYou wann' problem wit' me?