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(Hook) |
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Monsters, how should I feel? |
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Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x) |
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(Verse 1: TI) |
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From the king of the south to the king of the states |
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Riding in a car you've probably never seen in the states |
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No idea how much yay I can bring in the states |
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Hey you got a hundred on 'em for a million a day |
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Frank Lucas ain't the only one to make a million a day |
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But it's a American gangsta right here in your face |
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And you don't want to see P$C on the scene with a K |
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You think you running up and robbing but that ain't even the case |
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And just because you got away don't mean it's okay |
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You a dead man walking and I mean it, okay? |
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Gonna take that other couple mil' and put it back in the safe |
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Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake |
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I'm up in crucial two-stepping with the GAT in the waist |
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TI ain't in the street no mo', fo'-fo', is that what they say? |
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Don't even try when you see him boy you have to be great |
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Cause this pistol hit you in your face, you'll teeth they'll have to replace |
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(Hook) |
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Monsters, how should I feel? |
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Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x) |
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(Verse 2: Kanye West) |
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They say your attitide determines your latitude |
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I'm high as a mother******, fly as a mother****** |
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And still the mother****** you love to hate |
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But can't - because you love what I make |
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Now ain't that about a ************* |
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I'mma talk *************t until I'm out of hits |
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They don't wanna turn they sneakers up they claim I ain't deep enough |
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All that talking I keep off of, keep it up |
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I'm relaxin', my feet is up |
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I'm leaving you haters like when Shaq left the Lakers just to Heat it up |
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I state the stats to stunt, I don't need to front |
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There black history every day, I don't need a month |
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The survey says - by the streets accordin' |
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Kanye's just as important as Michael Jordan |
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Was to the NBA when he was scorin' |
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Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and... |
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(Hook) |
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Monsters, how should I feel? |
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Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x) |
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(Verse 3: Eminem) |
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Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it? |
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How many mother******s can say they psychotic? |
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How many mother******s can say they brain dry-rotted from pot? |
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You got it like I got it or not? |
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If you did, you would know just what I'm talkin bout |
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When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth |
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When you end up becomin so dependent on ****** |
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That you end up spendin a "G" in the vending machine |
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You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie |
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Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat |
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Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja |
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That's it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya |
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Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll |
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But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto |
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Just don't, come ************* with me when I'm doin my drugs |
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You see me in the club don't come ****** my high up |
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(Hook) |
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Mosters, how should I feel? |
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Creatures lie here, looking through the window (2x) |
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(Outro: Eminem) |
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Whoo! |
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Recovery |
