Beats to My Rhyme lyrics

by

Eminem


[Intro]
S.P. this where it started at, on the microphone?
Rip a n*gga, make him scream
(Yeah Poobs, let's get him n*gga)

[Styles P]
Beats to the rhyme, street full of crime
Rap or the gat I got heat for your mind
Beats what a n*gga got asleep on your spine
On the creep and the grind, rap the work or double up
Hit you with a scar on your cheek, watch it bubble up
Man pull the Hummer up, shoot any runner-up
Real cool n*ggas but we might f*ck the summer up
n*ggas wonder what I'm involved in
See me all alone when I'm runnin in Harlem
Bronx and Queens, f*ck that I live life like I'm starving
You don't like me, f*ck you n*gga!
I don't trust you, I cut you or bust you n*gga
I shoot up where you hustle n*gga, f*ck the program up
Rob all your workers, cut yo' grams up
You dealin with big n*ggas or pig n*ggas
P don't give a f*ck when it's time to jig n*ggas
(I don't give a f*ck) You dig? n*ggas big
Run up in the crib and wig n*ggas and I don't mean fake hair
You can bet that I'm goin, they said that there's cake there
Might as well get them candles out; we ain't makin a wish
We sayin a prayer cause I blammed you out - what?
Guess who back? It's P with the P-91
38 Specials, the extra gat
In the souped up Mirada n*gga, extra black - what?
You know
You know who I am
I'm that n*gga! (Ghost)
Poobs we out
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