all be fine And the only girl that you could take of mine Is the one that i left way behind And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash
argue and they fret a lot, then set up the plot, to wet up the block Whether or not the blood is red up in the gutter Music is my bread and butter I got
left us 'Cause your spirit possessed us Yo, you blessed us Thank you very much God bless you God bless you God bless you God bless you God bless you God bless you God
to go, still nowhere to go Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide 'Cuz I rep that, till I fuckin' die One neck, two chains, one waist, two gats One
go, still nowhere to go Aye yo, two words, Chi town, South side, world wide 'Cause I rep that till I fuckin' die One neck, two chains, one waist, two gats One
about to see how far that Paul Rosenberg'll go The height of my game is like a DeMar (De)Rozen verticle No one understands me, only one sicker than me is
, baby, don't waste your towel Looking any further 'cause the girl is ours Holds it down for you, any place, any time You already know, I'm the one, yeah
The Chef, the Inspektah Deck M-E-T-H-O-D the B-O-B-B (The Man) Straight up, Masta Killa, the GZA The Genius, it's the Ol' D-d-dirty Bastard One, two, one
with the master Disaster, gotta blast ya, cuz I hafta [U-God] The rat pack is back from the island of Stat' Leave you cursed off, cuz you worship the gat The first one
what we try'na say is gonna, "Be this way" It don't have to, it don't have to, "My God" Ways, be this way Ways, be this way Ways, be this way
sicilians Outro: the delphonics After the smoke is done Wu-tang-o-phonics number one After the smoke is done Wu-tang-o-phonics number one After the smoke is
you, I'm Morpheus' son Part two to The Matrix, I'm atheist Only God is my gauges and the clip is my church Show the beginnin and the end when I'm spittin
in my rhyme This is yours, this is yours... this is mine This is yours this is yours this is mine (Whatever you attach to is what you become) (Now I
line, Your first time ever losin' this battle with time, But right before you meet your death, one more memory left, The only one that's obsolete was your first breath, One
greed and hate They may try to erase my face But millions spring up in my place Ooh, believe in me As sure is all and all is one We all should grow
gun I place my money on one, I'll pull it out, you'll run I wave it in front of ya son and both y'all is done For God's sakes, what a nigga gotta do
Here come the drama, oh, that's that nigga wit the fake Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place Play ya position, here come my intuition Go in this