Kanye West Featuring Eminem - Creatures lie here lyrics

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Monster, How should i feel?

Creatures lie hers

looking through the window. (x2)

[T.I]

From the king of the south

To the king of the states

Riding in a car you´ve probably

Never seen in the states

No idea how much yay

I can bring in the states

Hey you got a hundred on ´em

For a million a day

Frank Lucas ain´t the only one

To make a million day

But it´s a American gangsta

Right here in your face

And you don´t want to see P$C

On the scene with a K

You think you running up and robbing

But that ain´t even the case

And just because you got away

Don´t mean it´s okay

You a dead man walking and

I mean it okay

Gonna take that other couple mil´ and

Put it back in the safe

Five cash for the crib on the

Back of the lake

I´m up in crucial two-stepping with the

GAT in the waist

TI ain´t in the street no mo´, fo´-fo´

Is that what they say

Don´t even try when you see him boy

You have to be great

Cause this pistol hit you in your face

You´ll teeth they´ll have to replace

Monster, How should i feel?

Creatures lie here

looking through the window. (x2)

[Kanye West]

They say your attitide determines

Your latitude

I´m high as a mother fucker

Fly as a mother fucker

And still the mother fucker you love to

But can´t because

You love what i make

Now ain´t that about a bitch

I´mma talk shit until i´m out of hits

They don´t wanna turn they sneakers up

They claim i ain´t deep enough

All that talking i keep off of, keep it up

I´m relaxin´, my feet is up

I´m leaving you haters like when

Shaq left the lakers just to heat it up

I state the stats to stunt, I don´t need to

There black history every day

I don´t need a month

The survey says by the streets accordin´

Kanye´s just as important as

Michael Jordan

Was to the NBA when he was scorin´

Ralph Lauren was borin´ before

I wore him and...

Monster, How should i feel?

Creatures lie here

looking through the window. (x2)

[Eminem]

Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it

How many mother fuckers

Can say they psychotic

How many mother fuckers

Can say they brain dry-rotted from pot

You got it like i got it or not

If you did, you would know just what

I´m talkin bout

When your tongue´s rottin out

From cotton-mouth

When you end up becomin so

Dependent on weed

That you end up spendin a ´´G´´

In the vending machine

You got the munchies, look at you

Junk food junkie

Potato chips and lunch meat up

In the front seat

Sometimes you can get so

Paranoid from ganja

That´s it gotcha thinkin the whole world

Is watchin ya

Or maybe you don´t smoke

Maybe you just roll

But Whatever your drug´s yo

Go for the gusto

Just don´t, come fuck with me when

I´m doin my drugs

You see me in the club don´t come

Fuckin my high up

Monster, How should i feel?

Creatures lie here

looking through the window. (x2)

[Eminem]

Recovery

Thanks to ish for correcting these lyrics