few falls And you learn to bounce back It's all part of living through the aftermath Living through the aftermath Baby, don't look back It's the aftermath
I'm signin' off I'm kickin' ass and takin' names late late late Hook x4 [Layzie Bone] she pulled the curtain fo' certain we go'n leave these mothafuckas hurtin
Something has to die when the well runs dry There was a dancer I used to give, by giving her cigarettes She told me that I haven't quite hurt enough
up with blood-shot eyes Struggled to memorize The way it felt between your thighs Pleasure that made you cry Feels so good to be bad Not worth the aftermath
[verse 2] You might be cuttin tracks But he's cuttin edge The sword of Lord high like Phil Upchurch Through the verse, the truth hurts From the aftermath
even foreseeing The size of the shit they'll be facing I'm Aftermath now, shit's getting worse Now when those same friends See me goin' hard that shit be making 'em hurt
you for over ten years in the ghetto gospel you paved the way for young black women of prosper how you paint pictures you deserve grammies and oscars congratulation from me Aftermath
] I wake up with blood-shot eyes Struggled to memorize The way it felt between your thighs Pleasure that made you cry Feel so good to be bad Not worth the aftermath
up with blood-shot eyes Struggled to memorize Way it felt to hearing lies People that made you cry Feel so good to be bad Not worth the aftermath After
you Me and Hailie dance to your songs we like you And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth C'mon now, you know the white boy'll bite you I hurt
Eminem: S-S-Shady Records, you better believe the HYPE is real... 'Yeah! Yeah! You rockin' wit the talk of New York Tony yayo Shady aftermath with the
Me and Hailie danced to your songs we liked you And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth C'mon now, you know the white boy'll bite you I hurt
[Tony Yayo] Yeah! You riding with the talk of New York, Tony Yayo Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins, here we go! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Niggaz, know
"J") It's about 1'oclock AM in my hood In my set 4 deep in the steamer Gettin' high 'Bout to we me a motherfucka up Aftermath when I blast Leave a motherfucka
nicks When I seen 'em comin I jetted from them pricks (ohh!) And still to this day though she clean I wish my mommy never sniffed But the hurt is makin
In Nicks When I Seen 'Em Comin' I Jetted from Them Pricks And Still To This Day Though She Clean I Wish My Mommy Never Sniffed But The Hurt Is Makin'
's hard to breathe with no love, no freight touch I make hits daily, need a few? I got 'em I coulda loaned you one or two But Aftermath bought 'em, ironic
a new mess And I am learning the real meaning Of forgiveness And I tried to remove myself from your path But I keep on waking up in the aftermath So