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      Bizzare (of D-12) - Praise The Lord

      Bizzare (of D-12) - Praise The Lord


      Album: Shade 45 Sirius Bizness

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      Eminem - Bizzare (of D-12) - Praise The Lord Música y Letra

      [Intro: Bizarre]
      Yeah...huh...(hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)
      Turn my mic up a little bit (hip hop)
      Hit some of this Cali guido(hip hop)
      Listen to some muthafuckin'... (hip hop)
      Everybody got a little story they gotta tell
      Niggaz ain't heard my shit...hahaha
      The life of Bizarre...what!
      [Verse 1: Bizarre]
      Hip hop, that's the way of life (Word?)
      If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic (Grab it!)
      Let me tell you my story, 'cause everybody got one
      Grab a pen and pad and start to jot some
      Always told myself that I would never be losin'
      Man I ain't had no hood, my mother was always movin' (Damn!)
      From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit (C'mon!)
      God damn, Mama, what's the point? (the fuck?)
      So I would go in my room and pack my little bags (Aughh!)
      Jump in the truck with my step-dad
      When I was ten years old, I started to feel the hunger
      Got a little older, man, the force got stronger (Yeah!)
      And me and my rap partner wasn't seein' eye to eye
      So he picked up and started a group with some other guys (Haha)
      This is hip, I won't stop
      Yo Big Boi (What up?) Gimme a beatbox
      Hip hop, hip hop
      Hip hop
      Hip hop
      Hip hop
      [Verse 2: Bizarre]
      From the hip hop shop to Maurice Malone (Uh-huh)
      Ten years later, I'm still in the zone (Word?)
      7 Mile and ??? where a star was born (Yeah!)
      United we stand, divided we swore (D-12!)
      And hell yeah, I lived in my car (Yeah!)
      Bitch, I was homeless, I would have slept in a jar (Hahahaha)
      And Dirty Management, I wish all the best
      But me and my niggas, we had to do what's best (That's right)
      It was a mess, all them taxes and accounts (What?)
      Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't buy an ounce (Hell yeah)
      And now that we platinum, they diss our name (What?)
      Like we won't go to the car and get them thangs
      And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice
      To the fight with Whitey Ford to the beef with Royce (What?!)
      To the Ja Rules, Benzinos, and niggas in the club
      To the e-dubs and niggas you ain't heard of
      And man, I don't know how to use a gun (Naw)
      But I'll learn quick if the fuckin' beef come!
      [Verse 3: Eminem]
      Man, I thought this was supposed to be hip hop, hip hop
      I'd rather be fishin' in flip flops, flip flops
      Or cross over to country like Kid Rock, did, I
      Can't see no country singers beefin' over some guitar
      Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seger
      When I was younger I was so eager
      To have a gun I would do the same
      Couldn't wait to get to the shootin' range
      Me and my man Goofy Gary just tryin' to let loose some steam
      Muthafuckas laughin' 'cause I couldn't aim
      So I'd pull the fuckin' target closer and just shoot the thang
      I used to have this theory: keep three bullets in the gun
      It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan
      For each bullet if you got no CCW license
      I tried to apply for one, they said it'd take 5-6 months
      What the fuck am I supposed to do mean time when rivals come?
      Hide that sumbitch in the glovebox or inside the trunk
      Now, back to what my three-bullet theory was
      I'm triple platinum, I ain't tryin' to catch no murder one
      Figured I'd shoot to wound, probably miss with at least one
      But them other two gon' fuck his shoulder and his kneecap up
      Then I'ma say it's self defense, how come I had the gun
      Was because I was at the range, on my way back from
      This dude approached me on some bullshit
      I'd get a year for each bullet at the most
      As opposed to havin' a full clip in that
      That was my idiotic logic, it was basically for safety
      But it gave me power, and it made me crazy
      And psychotic, I just got retarded once I got it
      Thank God it was empty the night that I got caught with it
      What the fuck, man I thought that it was supposed to be...

      Eminem - Bizzare (of D-12) - Praise The Lord Música y Letra





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