AllSheWrote

All She Wrote (Official Version) - Eminem/T.I.

Now I don't really care what you call me

Just as long as you don't call me bro'

I bet they knew as soon as they saw me

Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote

Streets like cold Chicago

Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before

But still I ball like no tomorrow

Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote

All she wrote all she wrote

I said it's over with that's all she wrote

All she wrote all she wrote

Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote

It's stupid how I'm going on everybody knowing that

I'm sewing up the game destroying like they hate me for it

Eventually see they can't beat than with me they join

Others sworn under oath or banished left completely scorn

You tell lies get caught n**ga kick rocks

You never did blend in with the big shots

On the fast track ain't no need for no pit stops

I just laugh at n**ga wishing it was this hot

Guess they mad at me huh really pissed off

Better that than pissed on

I'm the Jetsons you the Flintstones

Catch me in the end zone

High stepping prime time

Thought you n**gas been on

Ain't no blocking my shine

Like my new air Yeezy's you can see me in the night time

I get rich off living life you check to check reciting rhymes

So call me what you want wanna hate have a nice time

While I get stupid paper hey my dough ain't in its right mind

Mind mind

Now I don't really care what you call me

Just as long as you don't call me bro'

I bet they knew as soon as they saw me

Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote

Streets like cold Chicago

Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before

But still I ball like no tomorrow

Goodnight it's over with that's all she wrote

Your staring straight into a barrel of hate

Terrible fate

Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape

Cupid shot his arrow and missed

Wait Sarah you're late your train left

Mascara and egg smeared on your face

Nights over goodbye h*e

I thought that I told ya' the spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over

Never shoulda' came within Range of my Rover

Shoulda' known I was trouble soon as I rolled up

Any chick who's coming up after I blind fold her

She still comes back to my crib

Must want me to mess with her mind hold up

She must've took me for some high roller

But I won't buy her a soda

Unless it's rock n' rye cola Satans cheaper

Buy you a bag of Fritos

I wouldn't let you eat the f**king chip on my shoulder

If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't die for ya