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
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
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
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
ground P town this round I'm down to throw down Down to go loud He's down to go down Bump Mac Dre In the alpine system So many guys I cant even list
s a desperado I guess the motto we promise to let you homage in death your motto Like Zorro, I mark my territory with a symbol Not with a Z, but a P, '
't realize my format is a palm spectrum To damage any rectum This is the real dinosaur funk which permitted G-Funk To play anally through the trunk a
PMD Yo Won't you do a me a favor? Yo chill with the bitch and I'll hook you up later Jane Jane Oh, what a nice name Looked her up and down, said, "Hmm
and throw them in the trunk! in pitch-black basements, starve your summer suns. toast another day of domination. toast another day of demolition. 100 million dollar sound systems
