The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide

And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now? Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from You think I'ma call all the way and get

I'm so special, I'm so special so special so special Dats why mi strap wid mi .45 special dem waan pree mi Mek we special, I'm so special so special so special DJ bomb dem, neva stop, aaaaay I'm on di go aaaaay I know You know you know, dooone know done

Aaaahh aaaahh aaaahh Oooooo ooooooo ooooooo Aahh, aahh aahh Ooo, ooo ooo Ooo ooo ooo Sweet child in time You'll see the line The line that's drawn between Good and bad

9-1, j'étais sous le porche J'suis dans la surface comme Filippo Dans toutes les bouches comme les Philip Mo' Y'a 9-1-1 GT sous l'Porsche Fais-nous la bouche, on te fait la peau Je fais le plein en Philippe Plein Aaah, Skippa da Flippa Aaah aaah, ne fuis

Mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmm Mmmmmmmmm ummmmmm MmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMmmmmmmm Aiuh MmmmmmmmmmMmmmmmmmmMMMMmm Aiouh Uuuuuuu Uuuuuu Uuu Uaaah Uuuuu uUuuuuU uu Uaaah MmmmmmmMmmmmm Aiah MmmmmmmmmmmMmmmmmmmMMmmmm Aiah Uuuu Uuuu Uuuu Uuuu Uaaah

Not like I used to Holla holla haaa 'Cause all I could do was love you I went through the fire for you (anything you asked me to) But I'm tired of living this lie It's getting harder to justify I realize that I just don't love you Baby when I used to

Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Eaaaheeyheeaheyyyee Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Aaahaaahaaaaaaaaaaahha Aaahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Told that bitch give me head Ocho Cinco, Ocho Cinco, Ocho Cinco Got a 100 grand in my side pocket All the hustlas love it, you know I speak the lingo (OBG Niggas) Haaaan, Los (Original Bad Boy Gang) What they talkin' bout (Coke Boys) Hear them niggas

Rats! (rats–rats–rats) (Aaah whoah) Never to let go Them rats! (Rats–rats–rats) Never to forgive And there's nothing you can do In times of turmoil In times like these