Eminem :
It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you
So I could come back a brand new me, you helped see me through
And Don’t even realize what you did, believe me you
I’ve been through the wringer, but they can do little to the middle finger
I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers and drop dead
No more beef lingers
No more drama from now on, I promise
To focus solely on handlin’ my responsobilities as a father
So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters
And raise it, you couldn’t lift a single shingle ont it
Cause the way I feel, I’m strong enough to go to the club
Or the corner pub and lift the whole liquour counter up
Caus I’m raising the bar
I’d shoot for the moon, but I’m too busy gazing at stars
I feel amazing and I’m not.

2pac:
We promised to be good to each other, + I love ya
So I know you gonna make a good mother
Just try to understand if I change in time
It’s only cause I never owned anything that’s mine
So I’m trying to, you can you can stay with my momma
But keep the drama on a low
Never call the police, I never called you a bitch or ho’
We were all born hungry in this world alone
Finally moved out my mom’s house, and got a happy home.

DMX
The bullshit, the drama, the guns, the armor
The city, the farmer, the babies, the momma
The project, the drugs, the, the children, the thugs
The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs
The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins
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The heartbroken mothers, it happens too ofen
The problems, the things we use to solve ’em
Yonkers, the Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain
The jerk, the fame, the work, the game
The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes
The studios, the shows, comes and it goes.

Chorus 2pac
It was like the hood goin’
Something we all adore, the one thing worth dyin’ for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for furtune and fame
That’s what I hear.

Biggie :
A nigga never been as broke as me, I like that
When I was young I had 2 pairs of lees, besides that
The pin stripes and the gray
The one I wore on mondays and wednesdays
While niggas flirt, I’m sewing tigers on my shirt
and Alligators
Ya wanna see the inside, huh, see ya later
Here come the drama, oh, that’s that nigga with the fake, Bloaw!
Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place
Play ya position, here come my intuition
Go in this nigga pocket
Rob him while his friends watching
That hoes clocking, here comes respect
His crew’s your crew, or they might be the next
Look at they man eye, Big man they never try
So we roll wid’em, stole wid’em
I mean loyalty, niggas bought me milks at lunch
The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch
In gear, oshkosh with blue and white ducks.

Chorus 2pac
It was like the hood goin’
Something we all adore, the one thing worth dyin’ for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for furtune and fame
That’s what I hear