say shit twice Give ya one chance to hear it My flow Godly touches your spirit so ya better fear it I collect souls and put 'em on clearance Death's about
a super hero Gonna move the people, with sharp darts to the ear hole And terror spin, veteran style, ghetto child Call his name, hear it echo for miles
kick it with you everyday [ Ice-T ] Whether black or brown, the situation's the same Different hoods, but the same game Some girls won't take their time Others will stroll through our souls and find [ Bobby
to creep And I - pray the Lord my soul to keep Chorus: Afro Angel, born against the world You don't have to sell your soul and throw away your pride
the Dozen can fix it Resist and a biscuit will excede the distance And bounce off one's home, hit and ricochet Off a kid's trombone right to where you
too Fuck all you niggaz comin out to the Soul Train Awards with them pop ass headsets - around your ears like Britney Spears That's some old Bobby Brown and
Tang Killa Bee exclusive blast *echoing* Wake up, wake up, wake up Wu-tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-tang, Wu-Tang.... Verse 1: Bobby Digital Bobby
(feat. Bobby Brown) [Chorus x2: LaReece + Krayzie] Yeah I got a couple cribs, so what, nigga Rollin sittin on dub, dubs, nigga But I don't have to wear
(feat. Bobby Brown) My love Some girl just wanna spend guys money Live their lives chasing the milk or honey Silver lives are their fantasy But you're
: (feat. Bobby Brown) [Chorus x2: LaReece + Krayzie] Yeah I got a couple cribs, so what, nigga Rollin sittin on dub, dubs, nigga But I don't have to
Dozen can fix it Resist and a biscuit will excede the distance And bounce off one's home, hit and ricochet Off a kid's trombone right to where you niggaz
creep And I - pray the Lord my soul to keep Chorus: Afro Angel, born against the world You don't have to sell your soul and throw away your pride Afro
: (feat. Bobby Brown) My love Some girl just wanna spend guys money Live their lives chasing the milk or honey Silver lives are their fantasy But you
Inferiority complex I got you carrying glocks and tecs And got you feeling hesitant to step on stage and represent It's your complex that rips and wrecks