All the children come into the light.... There will be....
Chorus: Rock-a-bye baby From the rooftop When the guns blow Your cradle gets rocked When the earth quakes And the sky start to fall Down will come emcees Fake shit and all
Off top I be the sure shot The bomb drops Aftershock blow your bumba clock To smitherines Time stops Flying guillotine Comin' for your fly What you mean you spilled the beans, huh? Blacked out and thought I seen 'Pac Laser beam glock What's a bird to a brother with a flock what They got some nerve To even try to shit a turd On John J Flap a nigga gate With the wordplay Hot neck shoot you with a gift It's your birthday God hatin' ugly in the worst way Fuck 'em like the earth say From first day I surveyed the hassle Death knockin' at your door In the Big Apple Meth rotten to the core Shackled in the sound castle The dungeon with vermin In the form of emcees Determined to step foot on God's soil Not knowin' that these egg-heads Come hard boiled And heavy handed The aliens they just landed And you in their way Overthrow these niggas planet Independence day Felons get split melons Homicide Bug nigga's get the bug repellant Insecticide Johnny 5 take it worldwide As long as I pledge allegiance To the dark side I'll never die Who you know with a flow like this Bring 'em in What clan you know blow like this Bring 'em in Take dat nigga
There will be....
The sound of gun bursts Put the foul in this earth (Foul in this earth) You can't think clearly from the my control theory (My control theory) Murder in the first bring 'em back down to earth (Back down to earth) Ya'll niggas don't hear me prepare for the worst (Prepare for the worst)
Times gon' change Nuttin' will remain the same Million dollar broke niggas Still fucked up in the game Make me wanna choke niggas Shittin' on my name Tuck ya chain when I approach Nigga go against the grain now Can you stand the rain now Die hard fan Call me John John Mcclain now Snake verse the crane style Death to the enemy Wu brother number one The centipede Troublesome Send 'em all to Kingdom Come Sun still shine one Time for your crooked mind Drunk off of cheap wine Son I'm in the street crime Every word every line Got juice very fine Turn me loose on man kind Detonate the land mine Funk gets me goin' now I'll never sell, never sold Live by the code now Never tell, never told Darts I throw Like Clyde with the finger roll Clutch shots and whatnot This is where the buck stops Still can't eat And y'all still can't sleep I elect myself as presidential emcee Wu Tang Killa Bee The bee hive facility In love with the blunt smoke Even though it's killin' me Bad vibes fillin' me with Thoughts of conspiracy Whitewater scandals With Bill Clinton 'n Hillary Too hot to handle Too well put together to dismantle Fucker You heard Fucker...
There will be....
Excuse me as I kiss the sky Catch me when I fall son I'm too young to die Me and Lefty That be the Eye Come test me If you don't know me You'll never know me Boost the birdie
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Chorus
A-yo I got three-hundred and sixty Degrees of self That's mind, body, and spirit 120 degrees apiece We gon' break it down into simple terms That's 9 nigga 9 Highest level of change It's too many niggas sittin' on they ass Waitin' for shit to just happen Shit don't just happen Don't fuck around and miss the boat If you take away the negative Make room for the positive That's addin' and subtractin' On the real Niggas better learn they math Cuz if my calculations serve me correct I'm gonna fuck around and have all this shit I'm on yo ass nigga I'm on yo ass...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
