Now to get my drink, that's right Shake your ass till it stink, that's right Mr. Mo's on the beat, that's right Put it down for the streets, that's right
that you hear a lot, Ain't no bigger figures, just us niggas, Sometimes they give us action, This shit is crashin' back to Earth like Michael Jackson,
DOG Nigga ain't no "hold on "back up" You all niggas gonna make me act up I'm out here busting my ass for her and you all out here tearing her back up
died This is top secret shit, classified Don't blame me, Swizz was the mastermind I can't breathe, can't breathe, Toni Braxton time I got a chain moonwalkin', Michael Jackson
off Right Guns don't kill people, rappers do Ask any politician and he'll tell you it's true It's a fact, music makes you violent Like Michael Jackson
for I smack your ass down I need my drums bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound, right, left Izzy kizzy looky here Musi
sixteen I just laid B.G. Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazy Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before Yo this the Ghost right here
a sight that almost stops your heart You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it You start to freeze as horror looks you right between
the building nigga I can make your bed rock (girl) I can make your bed rock I can make your bed rock (Lil Wayne) She got the good good She Michael Jackson
dirty south Out here to South Central, North Carolina up in here Y'all know what time it is, this rock the party Pass me some Belvedere, pass me a mic up here
the fact and fiction Now we back omission, I fix your face for you, keep yappin You start to hate the man in the mirror like Michael Jackson [Bahamadia
Shut 'Em Down" The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop The five-foot assassin' has come to wreck 'nuff shop So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember
Uh, who's bad? I'm bad (That's right) I am Michael Jackson, Puff Daddy, bad Boy, I will strike you with the belt like your dad (That's right) I will (
. Nigga, Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter Same press kicking dirt on Michael
[Chorus: Michael Jackson "We're Almost There" sample] No matter how hard, the task may seem Don't give up our plans, don't give up our dreams No broken
my words can't describe my reaction to Wakin' up and listening to prepubescent Michael Jackson Open up the Frigidair what do we have here? Seems
never a punkster, no sir No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed I dug Soul Train, not American Bandstand The bigger nigga is back and I'm on the right
Right here, right. (Yep) When I was a young boy growing in Philly, I Was sort of easy going, I Was really a silly I I used to mess around I was