knot Niggaz callin' Mack's spot, jackpot, the crack spot Got the double up bomb can't wait So won't you bounce rock skate to where the cluckers hibernate Where we livin' like stars
Thriller This ain't nothing to me, a scrapper at its best No rapper could impress, man I'm crack right out the jets You rappin indirect But it's lookin like a movie
them both dying Two skies fading, one's abating Crack pipes, needles, PCP and fast cars Kind of mix really well in a dead movie star If I feel like talking
the top gone, the insides butter like microwaved pop corn, so stop drawin, its gone be hard to move me, swizz the monster, he can star in a horror movie
Single We Can Mingle How Dat Sound Baby? Boy You Can Be The Star In My Own Movie So Let's Get It Cracking [Verse 3: Evonne] Yea Let's Get It Cracking
a 6SL, I got a SSL I score movies, make Supreme Clientele [Chorus: Thea Van Seijen (RZA)] Oh, here I am (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack
nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to fuck movie stars
James Dean, he was keen, Sunday movies were taboo The Senior Prom, Judy's mom, Rock-n-Roll was new Cracker Jack prize, stars in your eyes, as Daddy tore
me. when i crack wise just laugh to amuse me. who me, a raver? do me a favor, make like a blackhead and get out of my face crack head. each and
re dangerous, talking in the locker room His nose bleeds so profusely But no one tell him, he's the star They watch like at the movies that he's famous
wheel And they fantasise they're screwing in the back seat of the car Fantasise they're fucking with a real life movie star Fantasies to fill the gaps, to fill in every crack
this You can't stop this, you can't stop this These muthafuckas made it this way, I show 'em mine I knew we down, now, we was shining also blowing time Official Queens crack stars
I stay strapped motherfuckers better get your gat It ain't easy bein' me I can't take it Life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it And ever since the movies
of you Oh, blue, blue, won't you come dance with me? There's a party in full swing right down the street When you strut like an Italian Movie star Taking
well here i am walking down the street again like the scene of a movie just me and the garbage cans clicking my shoes on the ground like an aristocrat
(parody of "That Old Black Magic" by Glenn Miller & His Orchestra, from the movie "Star-Spangled Rhythm") That old back scratcher has me in its spell,
turn me up, yo I started off in the underground From mono to stereo now I'm surround sound Blowin' through your tubes leavin' holes through your speakers Crackin