I'm calling to your attention Telling you I've been in depression Confused, lost and all alone I turn to stone I was feeling insecure Didn't love me anymore
name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from(NYC, we up in here G) Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony? (D.O.E.) Ok
wanna know about some gangsta shit Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps [Big Boi] O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean Back with
muthafuckin thieveland Where you cop a 40 (you want a 40?) Ounce for a dollar ninety, even And drink a brew, I'll be a true nut and a alcoholic You gotta problem, I gotta problem
em 'member the neva surrender Now taties and gentlemen I don't want anymo problems Gentlemen let's get paid to party Givin em sumthin make it feel Bone Thugs-N
E He'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon' be N.W.A, nigga B-O-N-E All around the world most dangerous groups marchin' like troops Lace your
open and the dog's off the chain I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya, stop frontin' I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n In the
crook'll have her throwin up the E once the D get to cookin in her (Eastside!) Yeah - so what's it gon' be? Golden black Joe Clark, H.N.I.C. Regulatin
!! While you tryna get your weight up, but we on fire Gilla House don't die, leave da spot bone dry I want it all, R and E-D-M-A N, cock the semi A little
with that ***? She want it Gucci'd up, jewelry'd down Give a f*** if you fine ***, we got to clown Break it down for all you bad h*** E'rybody's somebody
fill your cups? Shady's come to fill you up, if you a D or a C-cup You can even be a B, it's just me and D-R-E You'll be in the ER, we are strapped with
ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz It'd be Jennifer Lopez and Puffy you know this Sorry Puff but I don't give a fuck, if this chick was my own mother I'd
How can you be so far away Lying by my side [the game] Cos when the sun come up - from behind the sea, Niggas see me behind the B, E N T. don't stand
when ya pop that in You solve the problem that hip-hop has I O-W-E You See-Through Nickel done regrouped mark my flow I O-W-E You bitches my dick my
gun-loading sound) from here on 'n My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo' Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna
a gon' remind ya If you ain't gettin' it you shoulda told ya father Nigga Chamillionaire never show no problems You don't want no problem Get 'em knees
to burn And get a million-five, and a tax return That be reapin' up and no keepin' up with the Jonses Long live P.E. and band Guns 'n' Roses New kids
Lil' Rob can you rock the mic? All fucking night What kind of question's that? Homeboy who the fuck you think I am? Lil' Rob, Chicano, M-E-X-I-C-A-N