pressure The unsolved mystery, mixed up our history Put us in the twist, we no longer exist, like .. dinosaurs dissapeared, then it's like .. mine and yours dissapear, so it
he died in the storm, fuck president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush See us in ya city man, give us a pound 'cause if a nigga still movin then he holdin it down
It's michael myers, You know what were like on the muthafucking mic, So try us and your gonna find out, What the fuck were like with pliers, [50 cent:] It
Yo, yo yo yo, yo It's a shame when these mc's fuck with us Yo yo, yo what they call you kid? Yeah they call me bigg jus Yo, it's a shame when these mc
can't trust us See us finger popping your daughters in the back of school buses Rugged Man Hairy baboon Catch me at the MTV awards jerkin' off in the bathroom Cage
' but would the jury find me guilty? They seen us strugglin' Doing what we have to do to ease the sufferin' We know its wrong but so was havin' us freezin' Left
don't shine like us They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us They get mad and they fuss
you fuck wit us well bitch you fuckin with the fuckin best When you fuck wit us well bitch you fuckin with the fuckin best When you fuck wit us bitch
on We 'bout to step up Now, I still be knockin' bitches like it ain't shit, it ain't shit 'Cus I'm dynamic high program it and makin' hit Whetha I'm
town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born
red skies, It's colour that you lack. Your malignant life,a malignant knife, That feasts upon our backs. From the shoulder blades to rib cages, We've
red skies, It's colour that you lack. Your malignant life, a malignant knife, That feasts upon our backs. From the shoulder blades to rib cages, We'
want to scheme for American dream, no more kings The cash rule everything now, we going down These babies looking up to us, it's up to us The Million
you where it's comin' from Catch us swimmin' with these sharks now, you rap villains We feel the same way you feelin', let it be known What the blood
["The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang" "Die!" *sounds of fighting are heard* Verse One: Street
haters Diss us perging gators So I spit venom at you through your serve in vegas The primitive fool again None can match that Blast at your rib cage Making
we gotta laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh Now it's three in the morning and you're eating along Oh, the heart beats in its cage All your friends are laughing at us