Lyrics:
on a statue
In his lab, that resemble you, and what it meant to Wu
Us forming like a family, you just blew
You was the chess piece on the board, that made us
I am tempted by
What's the most excellent thing I can do
Which might be way too far, way too long
But I'm going to go for that because it's the most
look good today"
But what about yesterday? Like
What are you talking about?
"Oh, you look real nice today" (Nah, yeah)
There's only one day, by the way
did it for love
My brother fought in the Vietnam war
He left his job and his family chores
I never understood when he said he couldn't let it be
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up (one)
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
(That's what's up)
Eh, eh, eh
Wu-tang, nigga, that's
area
With his nephew and his niece, ooh, the more the merrier
Nigga tried to fuck mines off
(What'd he do?)
Tried to gauge the porch with my broads
chains
or karmic ties I've made
Feeling His grace
I am blessed by His flame.
Now I've learned
I've realized the truth about myself
It isn't who you are
It
with me
What you talking about you can't spit this game like me
Some of y'all suckers need to fall in love
And stay there and quit trying to be
It's by His grace I stand here today
Well, I lost my so-called friends
When I gave my life to Him
But it's no loss for what I gained there at the cross
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up (one)
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
(That's what's up)
Eh, eh, eh
Wu-tang, nigga, that's
Used to have to scrape to get by (yeah)
Now my community's gated and I
Made it and my neighbors say hi (say hi)
I'm givin' 'em pounds, I'm upscale now
his shit to hang
Cause back in the game I
Had a motherfuckin' thang
And that's why I walk with
My hands on my dick a nigga say "What's up?"
I look
sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherfucker to what I
spending money
On all kinds of ridiculous things
See, I forget what life was all about
Little Miss Fortune was to blame
So I married this girl Miss
a year
They couldn't cut it
It's all talked about
But still it's lived around
And what is right for me
Could be perversity in any state law book
I'm told
"What's up?"
I look around and I say "This!"
And I could give a fuck if the nigga gets pissed
Cause if he wants a chunk I'm a get up in his shit
the nigga to blame,
so i shoot first anyway, and i would do the honors
anyday, and tell ya honor he a bitch to his face,
and whip through the state like i
or means
To lie about what they had done
They told their pa
The he had gone off into the woods
By himself
The got old ma to worrying
But not about some
Yeah
That's our mission
That's what I'm sharing today
That's our mission
Spread the offer of His grace
That's our mission
That's what I'm sharing
daughters
As one family what
Good is it? What good is anything
That everyone can’t have? Every ism
They think we’re done with racism what
About elitism, what
young preacher married a woman|not well thought of by some members of his congregation|one of his deacons said she was a woman of the night |wondered
on her face and I see them fall
It hurts (hurts) but will go on
You're just another brother who's left his home
And family (family), yeah we cry,
and frightfully gay
Nobody cares what people say
Though the Riviera
Seems really much queerer
Than Rome at it's height
Yesterday night
I went
– seen him on TV
But in his hometown in Texas
They burnt his effigy – had to move to Mexico
To protect his family
A few years later, back in the land
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