the angels laughing without a sound Welcome to the beautiful I met myself just today Came alive in my grave And I?m the best, the best of me For you my love? for
love is true And not what they showing on cable, and I'm So in love with your righteousness I fight to just Keep you in my sight for just Five seconds
Verse 1] They got a nigga, shedding tears Reminiscing on my past fears Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked for
questions while other suckers was guessin I was ganked for sexin Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm
I'm violent Chorus: 1st occurance: as written 2nd occurance: add last three lines again 3rd occurance: repeat first five lines twice 4th occurance: repeat first five
with the hammer Steal banners, medical examiners, clocked live hammers For real, you a live nigga, rock the five in ya slippers like them other five
comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold
: [ VERSE 1 ] Woke up the other mornin, I heard a rumor They said the gang wars was over I told em they was bullshittin, they said it's real as hell
airport Then blast off, catch a flight to another life Five baby mommas every one of them trife? hoes They won?t stifle, always wanna fight and for what
off to the Faygos and neden hoes New clothes, and patent leather for your toes (woo-woo) [Violent J] And while you sit around cryin' for your dead
Madonna] Justify my thug! {*"For you!" - Run-D.M.C.*} My thug.. (hoping..) My thug.. (praying..) for you to justify my thug! My thug.. (hoping..) My thug.. (praying..) for you.. {*"For
lines of coca And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme Nah, I'm a poster for what happened seein your moms Doin five dollars worth to work
? On everybody's top five Why he ain't add to that list? I wish the whole could hear him Cause he has the serum For the Hip-Hop body been infected with
the ride And let me take you to the other side x2 I said inhale exhale I heard your clientele is doin well I see you boomin out the S-T-L Pushin a five
pull trigga, I think they bullshitter I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk Then daddy might get him some tonight Give me, my limelight, give me, my five
back in the summertime like fuck it, it's summertime All Out tattoo's over wife beaters Get mail Branson, never buy reefer Bentley five seater, it's all for
it's just us [Obi 1] We got the hot wax, polish number five Channel The School Yard Riders indentify yourself Rap race contested for the great hurdle
