Diamond Style
Eminem Song Lyrics

[2pac]

Sometimes its hard to wake up in the morning

Mind full of demons, I don't wanna hear them anymore

Got me heartbroken,fine, so many babies screaming

Cause they seeing destruction before they a see human being

So they start smoking weed, we'll never get our day

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape

Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die

Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns

Smoking weed, can all make a change

So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold,

I keep hoping please, if you prefer to breathe,

Communities in need of people that will lead

Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try

Until the day I die

[Chorus - 2pac]

Niggas don't know my style

Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild

Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style,

These niggas don't know my style

Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild

Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style

I could be wrong but I never got along with cops

[50 cent]

Putting money on my head

Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead I'm the diamond in the dirt,

That ain't been found I'm the underground king and

I ain't been crowned when I rhyme, something special happen every time

I'm the greatest, something like

Ali in his prime

I walk the block with the bundles I've been knocked on the humble

Swing the ox when I rumble show your ass what my gun do

Got a temper nigga, go ahead, lose your head

Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs

I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder

Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

If it wasn't for rain joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain

[Chorus - 2pac]

Niggas don't know my style

Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild

Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style,

These niggas don't know my style

Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild

Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style

I could be wrong but I never got along with cops

[Eminem]

Let's pretend marshall mathers never picked up a pen

Let's pretend things would have been no different

Pretend he procrastinated, had no motivation

Pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin they could blow away with the wind

Marshall, you're never gonna make it makes no sense to play the game there ain't no way that you'll win

Pretend he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends

Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend

And it wasn't time to move and schools weren't changing again

He wasn't socially awkward and just strange as a kid

He had a father and his mother wasn't crazy as shit

And he never dreamed he could rip stadiums and just lazy as shit

Fuck a talent show in a gymnasium, bitch, you won't amount to shit quit daydreaming kid

You need to get your cranium checked you thinking like an alien and just ain't realistic

Now pretend they ain't just make him angry with this shit

And there was no one he could even aim when he's pissed it

And his alarm went off to wake him but he didn't make it to the rap olympics

Slept through his plane and he missed it

He's gon' have a hard time explaining to hailie and lainie these food stamps and this wic shit

Cause he never risked shit he hoped and he wished it but it didn't fall in his lap so he ain't even here

He pretends that