Shady, Aftermath, The Dream Team We gotta get the get well cards Niggas is sick, feel this Motion picture shit Now don't think I won't hit ya 'cause I'm popular I got a P90 Reuger to pop at ya Catch ya slippin' I'm a give ya what I got for ya My clip

These brand new, don't step on my Balenci's I'ma hit that if she let me Flooded out my wrist, a puddle drippin' '42, I'm steady sippin' Yeah, I'm on and I'm off that They don't like how I talk that I don't follow rules and they don't like that I was

Huh, My nigga Don Juan...damn I Been knowin you a long time nigga, heh We did a lot of shit together man On this music tip man Beautiful shit we did dog Remember when we went out to L.A. man, wit Quincy man Made all that shit pop

I been alone I never change I never will I'm so afraid the way I feel Days when the rain and the sun are gone Black as night Agony's torn at my heart too long Slip and I fall and I die.

Oh, mamma zooma zooma baccala' The waitress at the pizzeria I eat antipasta twice Just because she is so nice Ti voglio bene Mamma mia pensaci tu Se ci piglia 'a fantasia Oh, mamma, bilibibop, zooma zooma baccala'

I just wanna go back, back to 1999 Take a ride to my old neighborhood Wanna go back, wanna go I just wanna go back, sing, "hit me, baby, one more time" Ooh, wish that we could go back in time, uh Got memories Ooh, maybe we can do it tonight Tonight's the

And wild is the wind Wild is the wind You touch me I hear the sound of mandolins You kiss me With your kiss my life begins All things to me Don't you know you're life itself Like a leaf clings to a tree

(If you wanna go with us) (I'mma leave 'em in the dust) (I must be the one to bust) (And I'm gonna hit the clutch) Sometimes, I feel Like I'll never slow down (Worldwide Choppers) I get to busting like I'm a thirty ought six

Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown You better stop, look around Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes When you were a child you were treated kind But you were never brought up right You were always spoiled with a thousand

Go down, soft sound Midnight, car lights Playing with the air Breathing in your hair Go down, go down Step into your skin? I'd rather jump in your bones (jump!) Taking up your mouth so you'll breathe through your nose