Yeah, yeah
You know they say money wins wars
I believe soldiers win wars
Introducing Shaka Amazulu
Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with some problems
He was beat as a child now he lives in denial and believes money can solve all his problems
Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with no friends
He bought a Wu-Tang album off blind and shine but it didn't work cos he still has no friends
Pee-wee Herman clone rest in hell the sermon is blown
Millions cash can't save you now in cern with the bones
Raised the price on AIDS pills it's been determined you cloned
Guaranteed you get raped the cop hearing you moan
Laugh now you cried later filthy spoons dirty showers
Rumours has it you didn't go to sleep your first 30 hours
Prison is a living nightmare for nerdy cowards
The lifers gonna turn you to a bitch murdered your power
Yacubs grafted Gods gift the odds switched
5 Percenters waiting for you do you worst than OZ flicks
Hard life it's no Wells on the yard prick
In the book you write don't exclude the pain from hard dick
Wu forever I hope Ol' Dirty spirt haunt you
I pray they make you cell with Killa Sin just to taunt you
Cool aid on your lips you getting pimped the savage flaunt u
I guess you thought the clan was the joke beware the Bronx zoo
Karma is a bitch served better when it's cold
I prophesize a suicide letter cause your soul
Born diluted less than 1 third of the bold
You hating integration now put em in the hole
Martin 20 million bucks can't get your pardon
You got the Carter 5 huh? but now you starving
Surrounded by the ghouls and goblins into Robin
You begging for a heart from the wizard like Judy Garland
Bon voyage the grim reaper lurking now you praising Niggas
Every night in your sleep you see the Gravediggas
Poltergeist you betrayed by socialites
Now the albums up for sale you can't even focus right
Hocus Pocus aside from money it was more to life
Now the inmates got you washing dirty boxers pouring ice
The tables turned made you walk the hot sand the fables burned
Receive the same death that Able learned
Steven King horror story no more fashion labels yearned
Your mum should have had your cradle burned
Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with some problems
He was beat as a child now he lives in denial and believes money can solve all his problems
Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with no friends
He bought a Wu-Tang album off blind and shine but it didn't work cos he still has no friends
Yeah, see the moral of the story is stay in your own lane
Dont let peer pressure take you out your lane
Cos you can perpetuate outside your lane but when them real gangstas come for you
You gotto answer up
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Yeah, yeah
You know they say money wins wars
I believe soldiers win wars
Introducing Shaka Amazulu
Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with some problems
He was beat as a child now he lives in denial and believes money can solve all his problems
Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with no friends
He bought a Wu-Tang album off blind and shine but it didn't work cos he still has no friends
Pee-wee Herman clone rest in hell the sermon is blown
Millions cash can't save you now in cern with the bones
Raised the price on AIDS pills it's been determined you cloned
Guaranteed you get raped the cop hearing you moan
Laugh now you cried later filthy spoons dirty showers
Rumours has it you didn't go to sleep your first 30 hours
Prison is a living nightmare for nerdy cowards
The lifers gonna turn you to a bitch murdered your power
Yacubs grafted Gods gift the odds switched
5 Percenters waiting for you do you worst than OZ flicks
Hard life it's no Wells on the yard prick
In the book you write don't exclude the pain from hard dick
Wu forever I hope Ol' Dirty spirt haunt you
I pray they make you cell with Killa Sin just to taunt you
Cool aid on your lips you getting pimped the savage flaunt u
I guess you thought the clan was the joke beware the Bronx zoo
Karma is a bitch served better when it's cold
I prophesize a suicide letter cause your soul
Born diluted less than 1 third of the bold
You hating integration now put em in the hole
Martin 20 million bucks can't get your pardon
You got the Carter 5 huh? but now you starving
Surrounded by the ghouls and goblins into Robin
You begging for a heart from the wizard like Judy Garland
Bon voyage the grim reaper lurking now you praising Niggas
Every night in your sleep you see the Gravediggas
Poltergeist you betrayed by socialites
Now the albums up for sale you can't even focus right
Hocus Pocus aside from money it was more to life
Now the inmates got you washing dirty boxers pouring ice
The tables turned made you walk the hot sand the fables burned
Receive the same death that Able learned
Steven King horror story no more fashion labels yearned
Your mum should have had your cradle burned
Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with some problems
He was beat as a child now he lives in denial and believes money can solve all his problems
Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with no friends
He bought a Wu-Tang album off blind and shine but it didn't work cos he still has no friends
Yeah, see the moral of the story is stay in your own lane
Dont let peer pressure take you out your lane
Cos you can perpetuate outside your lane but when them real gangstas come for you
You gotto answer up
You know they say money wins wars
I believe soldiers win wars
Introducing Shaka Amazulu
Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with some problems
He was beat as a child now he lives in denial and believes money can solve all his problems
Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with no friends
He bought a Wu-Tang album off blind and shine but it didn't work cos he still has no friends
Pee-wee Herman clone rest in hell the sermon is blown
Millions cash can't save you now in cern with the bones
Raised the price on AIDS pills it's been determined you cloned
Guaranteed you get raped the cop hearing you moan
Laugh now you cried later filthy spoons dirty showers
Rumours has it you didn't go to sleep your first 30 hours
Prison is a living nightmare for nerdy cowards
The lifers gonna turn you to a bitch murdered your power
Yacubs grafted Gods gift the odds switched
5 Percenters waiting for you do you worst than OZ flicks
Hard life it's no Wells on the yard prick
In the book you write don't exclude the pain from hard dick
Wu forever I hope Ol' Dirty spirt haunt you
I pray they make you cell with Killa Sin just to taunt you
Cool aid on your lips you getting pimped the savage flaunt u
I guess you thought the clan was the joke beware the Bronx zoo
Karma is a bitch served better when it's cold
I prophesize a suicide letter cause your soul
Born diluted less than 1 third of the bold
You hating integration now put em in the hole
Martin 20 million bucks can't get your pardon
You got the Carter 5 huh? but now you starving
Surrounded by the ghouls and goblins into Robin
You begging for a heart from the wizard like Judy Garland
Bon voyage the grim reaper lurking now you praising Niggas
Every night in your sleep you see the Gravediggas
Poltergeist you betrayed by socialites
Now the albums up for sale you can't even focus right
Hocus Pocus aside from money it was more to life
Now the inmates got you washing dirty boxers pouring ice
The tables turned made you walk the hot sand the fables burned
Receive the same death that Able learned
Steven King horror story no more fashion labels yearned
Your mum should have had your cradle burned
Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with some problems
He was beat as a child now he lives in denial and believes money can solve all his problems
Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with no friends
He bought a Wu-Tang album off blind and shine but it didn't work cos he still has no friends
Yeah, see the moral of the story is stay in your own lane
Dont let peer pressure take you out your lane
Cos you can perpetuate outside your lane but when them real gangstas come for you
You gotto answer up
Writer: Shaka Amazulu the 7th
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid