wanted man a long way from home He's a wanted man His name is Young Blood He's a wanted man a long way from home He's a wanted man His name is Young
[Busta Rhymes] yo, it all began like, bust it My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip We met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flip I
them know when we roll we roll deep Bad man put them to sleep! Bad a week! (chorus) She's all over me that is so ironic Rockin' them sevens and brown man
grain there I'll give you a home on the range Who ran the iron horse? Who ran the iron horse? Who ran the iron horse? I want to watch you windblown
down the gun son) {Put your guns down, throw your hands up} It's on like that y'all word up, Iron Man comes back {Represent, you niggaz gotta shoot joints
s ever gonna get done to me (mee!) Y'all ain't gon' do nothing at aaaall! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo} I talk about your ass forever man! Ever man, ever man... Hh! Ever man
say; this is where the magic starts [Mad Child] Yeah! Underground rapper with the firearm Sick dialogue, words stick like iron-ons Crowd surfin and wrestlin with fans to a burnt out desolate man
for the masses [mad child] Yo, fire and anger, barbarians bang We're furious things, we take this as a serious thing You curious man? then follow along
I look in the mirror and want to kiss myself I'm so pretty Now who am I (The Man!) Now who am I (The Man!) Who (The Man!) That's right and don't y'all
[Intro: Raekwon (man)] (Aiyo, Chef?) What up, my nigga? (Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word) It's $2.50, nigga, back the
Bob Digi, U-G-O-D, Raekwon The Chef, the Inspektah Deck M-E-T-H-O-D the B-O-B-B (The Man) Straight up, Masta Killa, the GZA The Genius, it's the Ol'
look in the mirror and want to kiss myself I'm so pretty Now who am I (The Man!) Now who am I (The Man!) Who (The Man!) That's right and don't y'all forget
crew's fresh out the bars Diggler, AKA the Cab Driver Drop him off in the middle of fire Dirty Island, drag bodies to the murderland Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand [Method Man
the mansion, nuff fashion (ahhh) Relax, and dig into the track and react I want a martin luther riff 'cause I don't like to pack my iron Watchin kids
the icicles on the chest Hungry niggas come snatchin', I throw bullets run catch 'em Ruff Ryder scene Drag the fire But we could take it swingin' them irons
flyin' buy Some foreign exotic muh'fucker, you know we flyin' buy Oh you got nine lives? I got a pine box Might as well hop your ass in it 'cause my iron