coat on A cold wind is blowing, got no shelter from the rain And he swears that he's never coming back again Never coming back, never coming back, Never coming back
other side, you were chosen from the start never gon let you go, [The Game] Whose Michael Jackson? You're Michael Jackson, I'm Michael Jackson, We all Michael
that, We in that, we run that, we bus' back, We hit 'em when we see 'em comin' back for more, Back for more.. [Verse 8 - Mack Maine] Michael Wade family
Georgetown, and Magic way harder Thinking back to the projects and they way they tore 'em all up Like when I do a project and come back and tear the mall up We coming
for the higher ground I want my head in the sky So high that I cant come down Leave your lies in every town across the nation Cause you can never stop
You can get the dick, just call me the ball sack I'm nuts, Michael vick in this bitch Dog fall back your mutts, fuck your worms You've never seen such
Yeah, ya know? Critics man Critics never got nothin' nice to say, man You know the one thing I notice about critics, man? Is critics never ask me how
Yeah, the game of life In this game, it's not whether you win or lose But how you played the game, come on Everything involves The LOX Ask the niggas
THAT SHIT WAS WACK! Personally I think they both suck (Applause) Ok back to contestants number 1 Uhh hopefully this time gentlemen You'll come with somethin
back and now I'm soundin' like a trumpet This for all the strippers cause i know they gonna bump it Tell her back it up and dump it, back it, back it
gotta better bitch around Sad 'cause you never wanna kiss her now Never would got up in the women if I knew about menace And now never wanna take her
nigga 'Fore you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River Back up off me Back up off me (Feel that motherfucker nigga, feel that) Back up off me, nigga Back
, I ain't bout to say no muthafuckin' 'uhh' pick the phone up nigga" "Nigga, what?' "I'm on my muthafuckin' way right now" "Come on then, come on then
than escape with a suicide the king of pop died, Michael Vick was fighting dogs but he walked and did his time let him throw the fucking ball As the
pay my dues, now it's back to ballin the raps a boring dead man, I dip the casket for em I'm back performing, I bag em break their back, don't call em
tippy toes, take your cheese And fuck your hoes, givin' you crack sacks Macks back in your cadillacs, drop glock in my draws Extra clip up under my balls
up, back in the city He yah see yah wouldn't want to be yah like a back poncho Gots to flee, start the G Switch the ride I'm headed back to the valley
Lee released all these beats And everytime we do what's fuckin' million ??? And come to answer their question of how come I-C-E-B-G Gon become part of