LUCKY YOU LYRICS BY EMINEM FT. JOYNER LUCAS

Idone did alot of things in my day
i admit it
i don't take back what i say
if i said it then i meant it
on my life i want a grammy
but i prolly never get it
i ain.t never had no trophy
or no mothafuckin ribbon
fuck the system,i'm that nigga
bend the law ,cut the rules
i'm about to risk it all

i ain't got too much to lose
you all been eating long enough
its my turn to cut the food
pass the plate where my drank
this my day ,lucky you
fuck you too
you all gotta move,you all gotta move
you all gotta move ,give me some room
give me some room,give me the juice
hop out the coupe ,hop out the coupe

hop out and shoot
you all gotta move,you all gotta move
give me the juice
back on my bullshit my back to the wall
turn my back on you all and you finished
back to these bullets is back to thec hoppa
pull my mac out and all of you running

back on my hood shit is back
to the pushing these packs
and i'm actually pumping
can't fuck withyou rappers you practically fucking
you mighta went platinum but that do'nt mean nothing
i'm actually buzzing this time
straight out the kitchen i told em the oven is mine
i do not fuck with you guys ,if i don't kill you
just know you gon suffer this time
i ain't no gangster but i got some bangers
some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
choppas and jammies ,a partraige and pantry
my twelve days of christmas was nothing
but lies

why don't you holla like a sumo (sumo)
they say i talk like a chulo
i live in mars i'm not bruno bitch i'm a dog call me cujjo
you play your cards
i reverse on you all
and i might just drop off like an uno
they have invented a level up in the ghetto
looking to prolly they can never find out
my cigarillo till the beef die down
the the truth is niggas really just want me tied down

i have been alone and never needed nobody
just only me and my shotty
i'll tell these niggass to lie down
keep all of the money
i never wanted the lifestyle
i just pray to God that my son be alright now
i said ain't no love for the other side
or anyone who ever want smoke
when i die ,going out as an underdog
who never lost hope

you are in the wrong cab
down the wrong path
nigga wrong way ,wrong road
snakes in the grass trying slither fast
i just bought a fucking lawn mower
i done said alotta things in my day
i admit it this is payback in a way
i regret t that i did it
i done won a couple grammys
but i sold my soul to get em
wasn't in it for the trophys
just the fucking recognition
fucks the difference
i'm that cracka
bend the law,fuck the rules
man i used to risk it all
now i got too much to lose
i been eating long enough
man my stomach should be full
i just ate ,lick the plate
my buffet ,lucky me
fuck you think

i got a couple of mansions
still don't have any manners
you got a couple of ghostwriters
to these kids it don't actually matter
they asking me what the fuck happened to hip hop
i said i don't have any answers
cause i took an L when i
dropped my last album
it hurt me like hell but
i'm back one these rappers
Idone did alot of things in my day
i admit it
i don't take back what i say
if i said it then i meant it
on my life i want a grammy
but i prolly never get it
i ain.t never had no trophy
or no mothafuckin ribbon
fuck the system,i'm that nigga
bend the law ,cut the rules
i'm about to risk it all

i ain't got too much to lose
you all been eating long enough
its my turn to cut the food
pass the plate where my drank
this my day ,lucky you
fuck you too
you all gotta move,you all gotta move
you all gotta move ,give me some room
give me some room,give me the juice
hop out the coupe ,hop out the coupe

hop out and shoot
you all gotta move,you all gotta move
give me the juice
back on my bullshit my back to the wall
turn my back on you all and you finished
back to these bullets is back to thec hoppa
pull my mac out and all of you running

back on my hood shit is back
to the pushing these packs
and i'm actually pumping
can't fuck withyou rappers you practically fucking
you mighta went platinum but that do'nt mean nothing
i'm actually buzzing this time
straight out the kitchen i told em the oven is mine
i do not fuck with you guys ,if i don't kill you
just know you gon suffer this time
i ain't no gangster but i got some bangers
some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
choppas and jammies ,a partraige and pantry
my twelve days of christmas was nothing
but lies

why don't you holla like a sumo (sumo)
they say i talk like a chulo
i live in mars i'm not bruno bitch i'm a dog call me cujjo
you play your cards
i reverse on you all
and i might just drop off like an uno
they have invented a level up in the ghetto
looking to prolly they can never find out
my cigarillo till the beef die down
the the truth is niggas really just want me tied down

i have been alone and never needed nobody
just only me and my shotty
i'll tell these niggass to lie down
keep all of the money
i never wanted the lifestyle
i just pray to God that my son be alright now
i said ain't no love for the other side
or anyone who ever want smoke
when i die ,going out as an underdog
who never lost hope

you are in the wrong cab
down the wrong path
nigga wrong way ,wrong road
snakes in the grass trying slither fast
i just bought a fucking lawn mower
i done said alotta things in my day
i admit it this is payback in a way
i regret t that i did it
i done won a couple grammys
but i sold my soul to get em
wasn't in it for the trophys
just the fucking recognition
fucks the difference
i'm that cracka
bend the law,fuck the rules
man i used to risk it all
now i got too much to lose
i been eating long enough
man my stomach should be full
i just ate ,lick the plate
my buffet ,lucky me
fuck you think

i got a couple of mansions
still don't have any manners
you got a couple of ghostwriters
to these kids it don't actually matter
they asking me what the fuck happened to hip hop
i said i don't have any answers
cause i took an L when i
dropped my last album
it hurt me like hell but
i'm back one these rappers