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Life.. by Marshall Mathers |
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What is life? |
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Life is like a big obstacle |
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put in front of your optical to slow you down |
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And everytime you think you gotten past it |
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it's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground |
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What are friends? |
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Friends are people that you think are your friends |
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But they really your enemies, with secret indentities |
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and disguises, to hide they true colors |
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So just when you think you close enough to be brothers |
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they wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin |
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What is money? |
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Money is what makes a man act funny |
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Money is the root of all evil |
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Money'll make them same friends come back around |
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swearing that they was always down |
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What is life? |
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I'm tired of life |
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I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins |
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I'm tired of committing so many sins |
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Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins |
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Tired of never having any ends |
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Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins |
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I'm tired of this DJ playing YOUR shit when he spins |
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Tired of not having a deal |
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Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel |
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Tired of drowning in my sorrow |
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Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo |
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I'm tired of mother****ers spraying shit and dartin off |
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I'm tired of jobs startin off at five fifty an hour |
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then this boss wanders why I'm smartin off |
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I'm tired of being fired everytime I fart and cough |
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Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk |
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for this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk |
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I'm tired of using plastic silverware |
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Tired of working in Building Square |
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Tired of not being a millionaire |
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But if I had a million dollars |
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I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics |
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If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick |
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without a condom on, while I'm on the john |
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If I had a million bucks |
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it wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out |
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robbing armored trucks |
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If I had one wish |
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I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss |
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I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor |
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Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store |
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I'm tired of not having a phone |
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Tired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on |
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Tired of not driving a BM |
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Tired of not working at GM, tired of wanting to be him |
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Tired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM |
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Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum |
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Tired of not being on tour |
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Tired of ****ing the same blonde whore after work |
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in the back of a Contour |
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I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones |
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Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns |
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Tired of being stared at |
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I'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat |
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Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz |
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Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs |
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Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin half the skill as me |
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saying they wasn't feeling me on "Nobody's As Ill As Me" |
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I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs |
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Tired of J-L-B saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives" |
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But if I had a million dollars |
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I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics |
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If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick |
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without a condom on, while I'm on the john |
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If I had a million bucks |
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it wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out |
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robbing armored trucks |
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If I had one wish |
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I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss |
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You know what I'm saying? |
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I'm tired of all of this bullshit |
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Telling me to be positive |
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How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive? |
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Know what I'm sayin? |
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I rap about shit around me, shit I see |
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Know what I'm sayin? Right now I'm tired of everything |
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Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city |
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Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin? |
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But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin? |
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Just fed up |
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That's my word |
