Texty:
Anybody Killa Can T Help It

the hollowtip, so bitches don't slip I can't help all the things I do (I can't help it!) I gotta feelin' neither can you (I can't help it!) (Chorus)

label off I ain't havin that This is the millenium of Aftermath It ain't gonna be nothin' after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it

the cameras flash You can pin up our bodies But you can't kill North London trash And you ain't bad looking son, she just ain't looking for you You ain't

X, we gonna your blow your head up Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up Give me any record and I'll flip it any style Niggaz can't help it, cause

can't understand Better end soon my friend It better end soon Hey, everybody Won't you just look around Can't anybody see? Just what's going down Can't

is watchin' and schemin' And now it got them generations facin' deseases That don't kill you they just got problems and complications that get you first Yo, it

it 'til it harden Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot plate Drain and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight I said hard work

a fix Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch Here it tick tick tick tick Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic Weed and cocaine

hold on don't bust, do it on my lip like a milk ad Dre: comptons in that ass Eminem: it's all about dre Eminem: it's all about dre, ahh ahh Dre: you wanna