my heart into it, you stupid? I'm a gunner, whenever I got the rock I'll shoot it (BLAOW! BLAOW!) The undisputed champion on the M-I-C Been Wu-Tang before
know how it go (What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah) You know, word up, not playing the games, with these niggaz, man (Somebody tell me what do I do...)
Spittin with the same passion I did at the start I feel a warm breeze [Chorus: Classified "Scratched Samples"] ["With these rhymes that are classic"]
year! Let the alcohol you sippin saturate in yo' system I be swimmin through these women, man, fuck 'em and flip 'em I know you hopin I would fall to
who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze The brain feels something pop, hip
