Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Bad Meets Evil - Lighters ft. Bruno Mars

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[Hook: Bruno Mars]

This ones for you and me living out our dreams

We're all right where we should be

With my arms out wide, I open my eyes and now all I wanna see

Is a sky full of lighters, a sky full of lighters

[Verse 1: Eminem]

By the time you hear this, I woulda already spiraled up

I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up

If I was you I would duck, or get struck like lightnin’

Fighters keep fightin’, put you lighters up, point them skyward, uh

Had a dream I was king, I woke up still king

Rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking

‘til nobody else even fuckin’ feels me, til it kills me

I swear to God I’ll be the fuckin’ illest in this music

There is, or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free

But from now on I’m refusing to ever give up

Only thing I ever gave up’s using, no more excuses

Excuse me, if my head is too big for this building

And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick, but you cocks are slick

Poppin’ shit on how you flipped your life around, crock of shit

Who you dicks tryna kid? Flip dick you did opposite

You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks

I love it when I tell them shove it cause it wasn’t that

Long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, lustered

Cause he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing

Brain fuzzy cuz he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzzin’ now you wonder why

Does it how he does it, wasn’t cuz he has buzzards circling around his head

Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?

Or was it cause some bitches wrote him off? Little hussy ass fusses

Fuck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it?

What difference it make? What’s it take to get it through your thick skulls

That this ain’t, some bullshit, people don’t usually come back this way

From a place that was dark as I was in just to get to this place

Now these words be like a switchblade to a hater’s ribcage

And let be known from this day forward, I wanna just say thanks

Cause your hate is what gave me the strenght

So let them drinks raise cause I came with 5'9" but I feel like I’m 6'8"


[Verse 2: Royce]

By the time you hear this I probably already be outty

I advance like going from toting iron

To goin and buying 4 or 5 of the homies, to iron man outie

My daddy told me slow down boy, you're going to blow it

And I ain't gotta stop to be the minute

To tell Shady I love the same way that he did Dr. Dre on the Chronic

Tell him how real he is, or how high I am

Or how I would kill for him, for him to know it

I cried plenty tears, my daddy gotta bad back

So it's only right, that I write till he can march right

In to that post office and tell 'em to hang it up

Now his careers Lebron's jersey in 20 years

I stop when I'm at the very top

You shitted on me on your way up, there's bout to be a scary drop

Cause what goes up, must come down

You goin down I'm something you don't wanna see, like a hairy box

Every hour, happy hour now, life is wacky now

Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy

Now I'm just the cat's meow, oow, I'm classic now

Always down for the catchweight, like Pacquiao

Y'all are doomed, I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me

My car starts itself, parks itself, and auto-tunes

Cause now I'm in the Aston, I went from having my city locked up

To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick

And now I'm fantastic, compared to a weed high

And y'all niggas just gossiping like bitches, on a radio and TV, see me, we fly

Y'all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee hive

And how real is that? I remember signing my first deal

Now I'm the second best, I can deal with that

Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag

Bad Meets Evil - Lighters ft. Bruno Mars

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