to you nigga Bitch man is an itch to a rich man whoa Twenty's on the six with the kicks sitting low Sticky in my swish man gasoline flo' Fire spit man
things first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man First things first man, you're with the worst (Fucking
name Stylin rich, RZA made the waves in one cham' Feelin mics like, wheelin a bike, slide like up on his Klondike, get your dart right We movin on
live on your hottest block As the world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play
bell for Solomon Snell You can play it safe but it won't end well You can play it safe but it won't end well You can play it safe but it won't end well
teenagers used to hold hands and sometimes - stop to kiss Now it's a tense city filled with soldiers there are guns instead of roses I can see one armed man
keep the army An' they stay armed- best stay the fuck from 'round me Unless your desire leads you to touch the dream I be in back of the back AG on
bassoon. Get a player with tone - and that third trombone has to go! The man could not be deafer, so please preferably one who plays in tune!" FIRMIN
playin' is over you got your crew I got mine Not braggin', I'm bad and I could only get better Your girl came on to me she wanted me I wouldn't let her
' Jehovah Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk 'cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition
give 'em hell So don't try to front troop When your style is played out just like a Oshkosh jumpsuit I'm out to collect figures I'm on some Wu Tang
armed, son, see, I works with mine You know what's happenin to you, it's 'hammer time' Out the streets a real raw man I'm top dog, man, I'm your connection
Every Man Has A Breaking Point No Matter Who They Are And Nothing Seems To Push A Man To His Breaking Point Faster Than The One (One) Woman (Woman) Right
, and stop trips to John McNale The type to start a beef then, run to the cops When I see you in the street got, one in the drop Would I rather be on
/ they'll never take me alive/ i'ma rap till be killed maneuver the benz they see me dead on one still seventy-one on my way to Westville follow me all
thrown Come on, yo for all my dogs gettin wild Come on, yo yo for all the shorties on the prowl Come on, yo yo for all the soldiers on the streets Come
country luck's breakin', there's a war against the righteous But I got a gun and the God got one And his man got one and we gon' all be armed The scope