set Wu-Tang, man I love my set Niggas coming up here cause this is where the cheese at Look here, more money, more problems, my ass You'se a naive cat
We keep two bones and two phones in each rover We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin Peace to lorey actins, but I get buck wild like corey jackson
few friendz, I gotta few endz Enough to buy dat blue Benz wit a lot of blue trim Yes some new rimz, spreewellz do spin Berry blue ginn mixed wit cherr
wattage Blankin' out bought my first eight ball for eighty dollars Learned who not to trust grew obnoxious So niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue
and parle' in the bay, Play with the bitches in havana and come back with the yay Front all my niggas nothin' left but qb's, Sit back like a fat cat
smooth, from his top to his shoes Sang the blues, guitar strings, he played smokin' his kools The pelican hat, picture this yo, seventies cat He wrote
none had she known And she never had dreams so they never came true Oh, my fade away angel, an angel in blue Angel in blue Angel in blue Angel in blue
I'm sitting in my bedroom overlooking Findhorn Bay Cluny Hill ion the distance summer on the way Blue skies and sailing boats like a picture in a book
I'm sitting in my bedroom Overlooking Findhorn Bay Cluny Hill in the distance Summer on the way Blue skies and sailing boats Like a picture in a book
wild cat, runnin' from the wolf pack They're gonna put me in the slammer If they catch me with that Alabama high test 65 southbound cruisin' with a half-pound Blue
pop poped right our her sun wouth. this the crazy truth, this mamy rockin daisy dukes got choked until she turnt baby blue, that shit was shady to. cuz this cat
I got a woman, Mean as she can be I got a woman, Mean as she can be Sometimes I think She's almost mean as me A black cat up and died of fright 'Cause
the survey said -- ya dead Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat
'm cocky and rude, I might be But nigga fuck you, you ain't got to like me I'm at the bar taking sips of long island ice tea Wrist looking' blue or icy
is on fire, fully developed Dance with the organizer, chance me Tap into my wu pedigree, numba three chamber Second in the cut, it's the black lone ranger Cat
plate Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop Blue suits who bay stop us Blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot
the back of my hand Cat fight, rattlin' the garbage can Looks like somethin' chased you up a tree Same thing, same thing happened to me Wild wind, blowing
black cat bone and said "Mama, don't you worry, I was born to storm" When lightnin' strikes and the walls fall down I'm a wild cat, baby, when the thunder