Lirieke:
Brand The Man Who Would Not Die

, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright stop, pajama time Come here little kiddies on my lap Guess who's back with a brand

flame I am not anything And all that I remember is the feeling of waking up When we were kids, you were the sun to which my eyes would not adjust We

would make a man decide to do that kind of thing? Oh, windin' up twenty-one thousand, one hundred forty pounds of string What was he trying to prove? Who

friends And you know, to let you guys know When you step into my house Would you please come with respect? If not then I'll have to have my man DOA

egg shell off white like a dupont finish young dumb high strung who can handle us I wonder how Gods gunna paint todays canvas' coz who knew that day that man would

proud mother of God, like all hoes Is, is jealous of her own shadow Who is this young big tawny bitch Who wish to be queen for a day? Who would sacrifice

to sample Cameo Parliament Funkadelic, you scandalous ho You stole it, Ossie Brothers, Bark Kays Barry White, Isaac Hayes Have you heard the term 'Sample Clearance'? Start the nigga who wrote it, would

mike and I'm not jokin' Sir Too Short comin' straight from Oakland California, home of the rock Eight woofers in the trunk, beatin' down the block Short Dog, I'm that rappin' man

, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright stop, pajama time Come here little kiddies on my lap Guess who's back with a brand