[Benzino] Lord help us, my peoples bein' raped (uh) Deliver me from evil and I sell his devils faith Lets take a closer look at what's really happenin' He wants you to believe that it was all about rappin' And all I try to do is open up my niggas eyes It wasn't about me and Em, you gotta realise It's just a smokescreen, my niggas there's a bigger picture I want the streets to pay attention cause I'm ridin' with ya This credibility is what we here for Then why ain't the hoods sellin' units no more (tell me why) Labels actin' like it's good so they say so EPMD was always gold with no radio Now it's time to turn the prophesy, times up Marshall Mathers gotta die, rise up No choise, the only way we gonna turn this shit around Is put this little bitch in the ground And this so cald kings, steady going at eachother Do songs with the devil, while they fightin' with there brothers Sell a house, fuckin' pitiful, we always just some drama Let 'em slide through then they devide, conquer And every plantation got a bunch a house niggas D12, Shady Records just a bunch of house niggas Obie Trice, is for security in your front lobby Better call the secret service, if you gonna stop me (blaah) Paul Rosenberg, you fat fuckin' pig I'm holdin you responsable for what this bitch did (kill ya) Cause you call me up, try to cop or plead As far as I'm concerned you both gonna bleed (bitch) Talkin' bout he wanna fight, please Let's set that shit up quick so I can drop him to his knees You let a clown clown you, how insane is that You let em tonguekiss your wife when you had a gat How you gonna have a gun with no bullets Oh do
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