over feel His Grace shining bright It's not over you still need to fight You say that it can't be done You just can't live what's right Well that's not
know it, know it, know it.. [Streetlife] Watch me shock the world, move the masses like a landslide It's a lyrical stick-up, everybody's (hands high)
even know it, know it, know it.. [Streetlife] Watch me shock the world, move the masses like a landslide It's a literal stickup, everybody's (hands high
Who is it?" There's no answer "WHO IS IT?" They're not sayin' anything So, finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected It's some big
"Who is it?" There's no answer "WHO IS IT!?" They're not sayin' anything So finally, I go over And I open the door, And just as I suspected, It's some
Is you and you hardly even know it, know it, know it.. [Streetlife] Watch me shock the world, move the masses like a landslide It's a literal stickup, everybody's
, some man trance, seh, it cost a couple grand Him seh mek mi see di license and registration And where are yuh headed? What's yuh occupation? Dun know
J-Treds] All hail, J and El the fans rise, we got the grand prize Foes fantasize runner up, the closest they can see it because skills so lenient I've
his grill, and drill fuck him Oral torture, no doubt, the shit is holocaust In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels It's
non stop You think it's rough at the bottom, it's even rougher on top My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me And everybody's side of the street'
Hey!) Can I pop it, bitch? Bend over, let me smack that ass Till it squirts all over Squeezing on your buttcheeks like a bowl of bubble wrap (Wrap) Grand
colder than a forty straight out the ice chest So it's easy to distinguish who drunk the Olde English 'Cause it stays in my system till I drain it out
we near the checkered flag, ladies and gentlemen Team Wu-Tang's holdin' down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions And it looks like it's goin' to be another
Ahh, yeah, feel the funk, baby That's right, this is called, 'The Basement' And my man CL Smooth kick it for you like this From the Heights, not what
Illusions of that grand first prize Are slowly wearing thin Susy baby you were good to me Giving love unselfishly But you took it all too seriously I guess it
"Who is it?" There's no answer "WHO IS IT?" They're not sayin' anything So, finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected It's some
