nigga lets dance let me show u what im made of i grew up so fucked up i used to hate love tray 57" make u take 8 slugs?? how u feelin wat happen? kanye
forcin us to live like laboratory mice Like fuckin laboratory mice that's right You wear the camaflougea?¦but do u choose to live the soldiers life I told u
was hungry you gave me food i was sick u visited me when i was in prision you visited me and the people asked lord when did we see you sick or hungry
head down), Russian nuclear reactor is ablaze. 1987 Beirut gun man attack U.N., Argentinian president Ends arms revolt, Gorbachev makes new offer on arms Cuts, Iraqi exocet blasts U
off to blast What I spit, make 'em spend all they cash, I'm so Wu So new, that I ain't rip off the tags [U-God] RZA done birthed us, some cursed us on
I don't trust you As a matter of fact I'll probably bust you, motherfucker, phuk u Okay, Phuk u, phuk u, phuk u, phuk u Okay, Phuk u, phuk u, phuk u, phuk u
pussy 1st verse Di Ch-n mad dress like a fag in drag Squeeze it pon di war professor lad See me Motherf**ker Call 911 Better yet you better Speed dial god
, what the deal. This is what y'all niggaz been waiting for? This is what been waiting for huh? That Kasino shit. L.O.X. shit. Oh my God. Flex gonna
You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed That's why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3 And whoever die first, may God forgive The nigga who
your seed You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed That's why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3 And whoever die first, may God forgive The
nice I shake em up they papes are gettin dead, nigga sittin on a Beretta said he wanna bet that I don't throw a better Now the game is surrounded by some money hungry
cos I really would clock They were for kind of fiends bringin jackets and jeans Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans The cash was comin fast, money grew like grass People hungry
. Collosal catalog. Carats 'll give u cataracts. Critic, i dont land in the ? Over ya average rap. Or average topic, i pop it. Damage is catastrophic. Boy u
taught a whole country This technician bash opponents Flow is like ronin' the movie my gun blew your store up Allah you our God translating peace to the God
seed You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed That's why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3 And whoever die first, may god forgive The nigga
want me A king david strong country, we still be hungry Too many rap braggarts back stabbers, abracadabras Get hit by the golden daggers (bring it!!) Chorus: u-god
s on my momma Taylor Made! You heard me? That's on my momma They ain't playin 'round hurr, AND THAT'S ON MY MOMMA! [Jung Tru] J, U, N, G Catch me in
'm heatin up my dinner. I was plottin this moment back when yall was ridin spinners. Now I'm a menace. God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup. Hungry