Blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Stop ta-ta-talking that Think you'll be getting this? Nah, nah, nah Not in the back of my If you keep talking that Listen hot stuff (stuff)

My sermon steadfast and proud: There is nothing but god in me! The son ov morn What made me so divine? I, transcending ecstasy through ecstasy I who am eternally defined by my Will Behold I am the spawn ov downcast Ariman Awakened, yet am no longer human

Welcome to D12 World! Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick, When D12 rock this summer it's over with. All these bitches and all these hoes, What the fuck you looking at me for? (You, nigga!). Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny

Maybe I should have noticed You were my girl You were just half in love That I'm not the only one Somebody saw you with him Somebody told me that you Got another lover you've been giving it to Can't believe I believed you

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

I'd tell her to speak up, tell her to shout out Talk a bit louder, be a bit prouder Tell her she's beautiful, wonderful Everything she doesn't see You gotta speak up, you gotta shout out And know that right here, right now You can be beautiful, wonderful

One time, yeah, yeah Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One god to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with 151,

I'm writing you a letter This is to my unborn child Want to let you know I love you Love you, if you didn't know I feel this way How I, think about you every day I have so much to say To my unborn child To my unborn child.. To my unborn child.. in case I

I've said this before no matter how hard I try. I can't stop being bored while this world passes by. A resignation for me. These people, they just have no meaning. We've lost it all in hopeless dreaming. Well I've just lost my grip! Paint it black and

I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to) Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters (Your secret's out) And it's mind over you don't, don't matter But we