Lyrics:
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
This like, this '97
Aight my
occurred on the 20th day of May
And caused two little children to be sleepin' beneath the clay
These two little kids walked side by side along the state
We're going a little crazy, don't have to explain
We'll be laughing like kids on a playground
Taking hold of this life by the reigns
'Cause I don't
man, then we were Ziggy's band
Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
to live like this
I had to fuck a lot of girls to get a kid like this
I had to get a lot of cribs to get a crib like this, nigga
That's why I'm movin'
know me."
It's the simple things in life
Like the kids at home and a loving wife
That you miss the most when you lose control
Everything you love starts
miss with the drip
Man, I'm 'bout to go and do some shit that no one ever did
I'm with the boys, making the noise
This is the uh, Tesla toy
We
and the kerosene?
Kids on the Percocet, trippin' on the medicine
Call it like I see ya wit' some drugged up Americans
Everybody's following
Ain't nobody leading
think about it nigga, life or death
Life of a cracker
I’d like to hang you by the neck
Do you wanna see the boys in jet
Or you wanna see them runway jets?
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
like doves over the streets watchin' many things
Kids walkin home from school, on drug blocks, missionaries
Pass out papers that read love god
I see
to find some peace of mind?
All you need to do is let us lead the way
[ Ant Banks ]
I mean
Oh boy
Pimping, this is what we do all day, every day
[
uh-uh, no
Y'all don't look like the truth to us
Hype off that lil' dirt you did, that ain't shit to the kid, whoa
Niggas ain't tellin' the truth enough,
still be at your ass firin' (brr brr)
I still call it safe, I would suck if I was umpirin'
Boy I hit the beat I just treat that shit like a diary
I'm
like us, damn
Poor Isis, that's his mama name
Mama ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?
Shorty never knew him, though he had
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
So, come boy, choose life or death
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed
I be the worst like nick
To all them m.c. thugs
Like them four little kids
And the teacher gettin' plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me
to the revolution.)
Jesus was a rebel, a renegade, outlaw,
sanctified troublemaker, but He never sinned, naw
And He lived His life by a different set of Rules
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah digga likes
or the end
Or stupid rhymes set by Dre and Ren
Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster
Smilin', like hell, as we move past the
Suckers,
or the end
Or stupid rhymes set by Dre and Ren
Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster
Smilin', like hell, as we move past the
Suckers,
watch T.V. and pretend it's all a lie
But you know there is no Third World
It happens to us all
There's just one world and the kids are the first
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