and we pray, pray, pray) Ooohhh! (and we pray, pray, pray) whoooo! What have we done to the world? (to the world, world, world) Look what we've done! (
Like Mike did it right, Lil Bow's pay day And by the way, homie you ain't nothing without JD And all the fans with me They say that I was better And you
break loose Yo, we fight to the end and never call for a truce Y'all niggas better pick and choose and select the battles wisely Always with the same approach and
Yea, Hmmm Alright now Yea After the ultimate world blast that ended all things this is how we rebuilt shit from the underground up Bounce nigga bounce
The whole world lookin' at me Watchin and waitin to see If I fullfill my destiny The whole world lookin' at me Uh, my interruption cause a major concussion
Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars (world wars echo's) Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC's And
that make you act stupid for real, but a Ya'll, before ya try to wear these you need to hear these Welcome all ya'll to my world series Ya ya ya Elaborate
as well shine together Better now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And
rest of the world waits (WAITS!) Joy to the world, meaning hell, snow and earthquakes Participates, modulates If comets were round plates, bitten names gates For only those that ???? relates, case after
bitch up and go through changes, I had gun's before guns was in fashion, I mashed out before niggas knew mashin, I knew terror before the plane started
raping his own mother, abusing a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late I'm triple platinum and
I hate the straight jacket it aint latching, and can't lock it So they stapled my hand to my pants pockets The cell's padded and battered like someone else had it Before me, and
to my world Now you sitting in the corner crying And now it's my fault my fault [Eminem] I went to John's rave with Ron and Dave And met a new wave
I hate the straight jacket it ain't latching, and can't lock it So they stapled my hand to my pants pockets The cell's padded and battered like someone else had it Before me and
my world Now you sitting in the corner crying And now it's my fault my fault [Eminem] I went to John's rave with Ron and Dave And met a new wave blonde