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i cant do it alone..

Oh God, God, she's really done it now, Coked up, her body's all spun around, Oh yeah, yeah, she's really done it, And seein' her just isn't something I can stomach, Back it up, back it up, If you talkin' shit to me, Smack it up, smack it up, If you act a bitch to me, Stack it up, stack it up, If you fuckin' rich as me, My daddy owns a dealership, The rest is fuckin' history This ain't a love song (oh no), This ain't a broken heart homie singin' only 'cause he's lonely, This ain't a love song (oh, no, no, no), This ain't a whiskey-drowned ballad, There ain't nothing here that's valid, So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard, Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home, Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters, God dammit, I just can't do it alone I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone, No, I can't do it alone Oh no, no, I'm not impressed with you, Pink drinks that seem to get the best of you, Rock late and sleep until the sun sets, I'd talk but you took the tongue I talk with Back it up, back it up, If you talkin' shit to me, Smack it up, smack it up, If you act a bitch to me, Stack it up, stack it up, If you fuckin' rich as me, My daddy owns a dealership, The rest is fuckin' history This ain't a love song (oh no), This ain't a broken heart homie singin' only 'cause he's lonely, This ain't a love song (oh, no, no, no), This ain't a whiskey-drowned ballad, There ain't nothing here that's valid, So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard, Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home, Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters, God dammit, I just can't do it alone I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone, No, I can't do it alone I can call you out and complain the rain is worse, But it's that much better if I blame it on a person, I can call you out and complain the rain is worse, But it's that much better if I blame it on a person So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard, Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home, Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters, God dammit, I just can't do it alone So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard, Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home, Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters, God dammit, I just can't do it alone

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go to sleep !

I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us Coming to terms, where we can agree There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me You speak on my seed, then me, no speakin Englais So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only We never met, but best believe you gon' know me When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony Come on, b*tch, show me, pick me up, throw me Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too! [Chorus] Now go to sleep b*tch! Die, motherf*cker, die! Ugh, time's up, b*tch, close ya eyes Go to sleep, b*tch! (what?) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes? And go to sleep b*tch! (what?) Die motherf*cker die, bye, bye, motherf*cker, bye, bye! Go to sleep b*tch! (what?) Why are you still alive? Why, die motherf*cker, ah, ah, ah... ...Go to sleep b*tch! [Obie Trice] We got you niggaz, nervous On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin? We lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when You f*ck with a label overseein the Earth Shady muthaf*cka, O. Trice's birth And as I mold, I become a curse So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who Depicts fiction in his verse And as I breathe, and you be deceased The world believe you deceived just to speak You'se not the streets, you'se the desk Use not your chest nigga, use a vest Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth [Chorus] [DMX] Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life Easy-going with the same one that started the fight He be knowing how dog get, when dog gone bite Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight Cuz it's all good, it's all right Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac Blood Line, and, we can go track for track Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that? [Chorus] [Eminem] All you motherf*ckers! take that! Here, take this too, b*tch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo! We're killin all you motherf*ckers dead, all you! Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! Rot, motherf*ckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, b*tch, in the motherf*cking dirt! Die nameless, b*tch, die nameless! No more fame! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha

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r!chman. 3OH!3

I mean what can I say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And my hom-- and my homies all singin' to it, 3oh...3oh!3, I ain't callin' for a close-up, No clubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs, No dubs, no stars, I'm 'a do it how I always have; Whiskey in a 40 bag, Pissin' in the alleyway out back where the party's at, I'm 'a spend it on a new whip, new hat, new kicks, Bitches with the huge tits, new gat, new slips, I'm 'a do it how I always do; Sleep until the break of noon, Wakin' just to make it through another night of shakin' you I mean what can I say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And turn it up on your radio, I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go, I mean what can I say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And turn it up on your radio, I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go, I ain't signin' on a new lease, No cooks, no keys, Models with the nose bleeds, White lace, gold beads, I'm 'a run it like a marathon; Party 'til I'm 50, Wake up on my parent's Them cops still out to get me, And I ain't sippin' on a mixed drink, pinkie out, lips pink, Talkin' to a rich skank filled up like a sperm bank, I'm 'a go where I always go; Drinks are on the house, Whiskey's on the rocks while your sister's on my mouth, I mean what can I say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And turn it up on your radio, I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go, I mean what can I say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And turn it up on your radio, I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go And if I was a rich man, I'd never been to sea, Could I take you anyways, Would you come with me, baby? And if I was a sick man, I'd never meant to be, Would you love me anyways, And would you marry me? I mean what can I say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And turn it up on your radio, I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go, I mean what can I say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And turn it up on your radio, I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go, I mean what can I say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And turn it up on your radio, I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go, I mean what can I say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And turn it up on your radio, I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go

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* cuase what you did was soo low,

Everybody's talking But they don't say a thing They look at me with sad eyes But I don't want the sympathy It's cool you didn't want me Sometimes you can't go back Why'd you have to go and make a mess like that I just have to say Before I let go Have you ever been low Have you ever had a friend that let you down so When the truth came out Were you the last to know Were you left out in the cold 'Cause what you did was low No, I don't need your number There's nothing left to say Except I never thought it'd hurt this much to be safe My friends are outside waiting I've gotta go Have you ever been low Have you ever had a friend that let you down so When the truth came out Were you the last to know Were you left out in the cold 'Cause what you did was low What you did was low What you did was low What you did was low I walk out of this darkness With no sense of regret And I go without precautions We both know that you can't say that Just to show For all the time I loved you so So Have you ever been low Have you ever had a friend that let you down so When the truth came out Were you the last to know Were you left out in the cold 'Cause what you did was low Have you ever been low Have you ever had a friend that let you down so When the truth came out Were you the last to know Were you left out in the cold 'Cause what you did was low Have you ever been low Have you ever had a friend that let you down so 'Cause what you did was low

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