give that birthday While I doubt when I get back your oath Living in a fridge as though as annealed place Without fealing that my feature is beatness Living in a
music plays on, plays on) It won't stop, thug music plays on (plays on) I wanna holla, I need to talk to the world The system haters, even though sometimes
golden childs that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..... Cuz if I had a
cover new grounds Still surviving but there's a few down, back in the essence I'm asking questions on the phone, with jail adolescents Quiet confession, the system
it smells Here's a toast to the females, Sippin' mums champagne from a seashell I take a counterfeit, and pop his ass like a zit With starfish navigation system
system haters, even though sometimes we tend to do right Well look at the news, previews of all of our troubles in life If it ain't one thing, its another they keep a
on a key doin' business on a beeper I?m sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me Fuck bein' a nigga in your
that The golden child's that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang got the answer 'Cuz if I had a
or MOP That was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze And my legacy will never be that of a hater Lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas
's a toast to the females Sippin' mum's champagne from a seashell I take a counterfeit and pop his ass like a zit With the starfish navigation system
't say a word until I'm through Now there's a time to laugh a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act
Of a nigga on the grind that you know so well Got a system in your trunk then I'm jacking for beats Black Superman, I put it down for L.A.C Just as
and gentlemen The black is heated, baby, yeah A hundred Fahrenheit Act a fool, showyoass Let's make it alright The black is heated, baby, yeah A hundred Fahrenheit Act a