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How should i feel?

Creatures lie here, lookin through the window (x2)


Went from the King of the South to the King of the States

Ridin' in a car you probably never seen in the states

No idea how much yay I can bring in the states

Hey you can get a hundred on'em for a million today

Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million a day

But it's a American Gangsta right here in your face

And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with a K

You think you runnin' up and robbin', that ain't even the case

And just because you get away, that don't mean it's okay

You a dead man walkin' and I mean it, okay?

Gon' take that other couple mil' and put it back in the safe

Five cash for the crib on the back of the lake

I'm up in Crucial two-steppin with the gat in the waist

T.I. ain't in the street no mo', fo'-fo', is that what they say?

Don't even try him when you see him boy you have to be great

Cause this pistol hit you in your face, your teeth they'll have to replace



How should i feel?

Creatures lie here, lookin through the window (x2)


They say your attitude determines your latitude

I'm high as a motherfucker - fly as a motherfucker

And still the motherfucker you love to hate

But can't - because you love what I make

Now ain't - that about a bitch

That Imma talk shit until I'm out of hits

They don't want to turn they speakers up they claim I ain't deep enough

All that talkin' I feed off of - keep it up

I'm relaxin' my feet is up - I'm leavin' you haters

Like when Shaq left the Lakers just to "Heat" it up

I state the stats to stunt - I don't need to front

There black history every day - I don't need a month

The survey says - by the streets according

Kanye's just important as Michael Jordan

Was to the NBA when he was scorin'

Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and..



How should i feel?

Creatures lie here, lookin through the window (x2)


Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it?

How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?

How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?

You got it like I got it or not?

If you did, you would know just what I'm talkin' bout

When your tongue's rottin' out from cotton-mouth

When you end up becomin' so dependent on weed

That you end up spendin' a g in the vendin machine

You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie

Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat

Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja

That's it gotcha thinkin' the whole world is watchin' ya

Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll

But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto

Just don't, come fuck with me when I'm doin' my drugs

You see me in the club don't come fuckin my high up



How should i feel?

Creatures lie here, lookin through the window (x2)

Eminem и T.I. - Creatures – текст

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