"Sinners (Mo' Better Blues)" lyrics
Wu-Tang & Mathematics Lyrics
(performed by Erick Sermon, Keith Murray & Jamal)
You've come a long way to die
And who's going to kill me? You?
That's right
Enough! Today, you pay for all your sins
Ha, you fool! You're gonna need an army to kill me
I don't need an army (Let's do it)
I have a Def Squad (Get him!)
Huh, this that Def Squad and Wu-Tang thing
An estate home, just that who saying thing
Me and this beat, you can say we mesh
We tight like Phil and Vivian, playboy, I'm Fresh
We the best, who care what the other people say?
You got problem, like Big Pun, go that way
I'm forever repping the underground
I love lyrical shit, huh, you can dumb it down
Wait up, I'm talking to y'all, man, straight up
Elephant shit, homeboy, get your weight up
Mathematics cinematic dramatical
Fantastic, yeah, we well oiled mechanics
Huh, don't need the panic at the disco
DJ's let's this go, this flow
We go, let's blow Geronimo
Jump. nigga, what's up, nigga? Yo, yo
Erick Sermon
Keith Murray
Mathematics
Erick Sermon
Keith Murray
Mathematics
Ayo, what nigga-nigga think that (That what?)
That I won't stamp all in his gut
Your gangsters laying on the ground (Lay 'em down)
Now you know how I get down
I get right down to it, so skip the war chant
Drop science like blowing up a chemical plant
Either you ain't or you are, I don't know
Y'all niggas be confusing me between your bars
And beef? Don't make me laugh!
Let's see you fit in a six and a half
By what? Two and a half
There's death before dishonor, honor the legacy
Of getting gat, with the clap out the rolling dirty
You ain't going to do nothing, nigga, you boring me
You dud-ass nigga, you's a fake jumping beam
This is Def Squad, L.O.D. call now
Watch all y'all niggas up in the bloodbath
Erick Sermon
Keith Murray
Mathematics
Erick Sermon
Keith Murray
Mathematics
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
Hat covering my eyes, hand on my nine
I bang on a nigga like I'm from LA
I'm a Nigga Wit An Attitude like O'Shea
Dickies and chuck [?]
Feeling like MC REN, nigga, the villain's back
Marley C, who else but me?
The champ is here, put the belt on me (Nigga)
Like a savage, I leave the mic damaged
Stay in your lane, y'all tryna keep up but can't manage
I go insane, I'm going in
It's Marley world, y'all all the same, I'm rocking 'til they put me in the hall of fame
It's game time, your game is mine
Erick Sermon put me in the right frame of mind
Yeah, sunshining through pain and [?] while leather seats recline
These rappers are satanic, I'm tryna bleach their mind
Erick Sermon
Keith Murray
Mathematics
Erick Sermon
Keith Murray
Mathematics
And who's going to kill me? You?
That's right
Enough! Today, you pay for all your sins
Ha, you fool! You're gonna need an army to kill me
I don't need an army (Let's do it)
I have a Def Squad (Get him!)
Huh, this that Def Squad and Wu-Tang thing
An estate home, just that who saying thing
Me and this beat, you can say we mesh
We tight like Phil and Vivian, playboy, I'm Fresh
We the best, who care what the other people say?
You got problem, like Big Pun, go that way
I'm forever repping the underground
I love lyrical shit, huh, you can dumb it down
Wait up, I'm talking to y'all, man, straight up
Elephant shit, homeboy, get your weight up
Mathematics cinematic dramatical
Fantastic, yeah, we well oiled mechanics
Huh, don't need the panic at the disco
DJ's let's this go, this flow
We go, let's blow Geronimo
Jump. nigga, what's up, nigga? Yo, yo
Erick Sermon
Keith Murray
Mathematics
Erick Sermon
Keith Murray
Mathematics
Ayo, what nigga-nigga think that (That what?)
That I won't stamp all in his gut
Your gangsters laying on the ground (Lay 'em down)
Now you know how I get down
I get right down to it, so skip the war chant
Drop science like blowing up a chemical plant
Either you ain't or you are, I don't know
Y'all niggas be confusing me between your bars
And beef? Don't make me laugh!
Let's see you fit in a six and a half
By what? Two and a half
There's death before dishonor, honor the legacy
Of getting gat, with the clap out the rolling dirty
You ain't going to do nothing, nigga, you boring me
You dud-ass nigga, you's a fake jumping beam
This is Def Squad, L.O.D. call now
Watch all y'all niggas up in the bloodbath
Erick Sermon
Keith Murray
Mathematics
Erick Sermon
Keith Murray
Mathematics
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
Hat covering my eyes, hand on my nine
I bang on a nigga like I'm from LA
I'm a Nigga Wit An Attitude like O'Shea
Dickies and chuck [?]
Feeling like MC REN, nigga, the villain's back
Marley C, who else but me?
The champ is here, put the belt on me (Nigga)
Like a savage, I leave the mic damaged
Stay in your lane, y'all tryna keep up but can't manage
I go insane, I'm going in
It's Marley world, y'all all the same, I'm rocking 'til they put me in the hall of fame
It's game time, your game is mine
Erick Sermon put me in the right frame of mind
Yeah, sunshining through pain and [?] while leather seats recline
These rappers are satanic, I'm tryna bleach their mind
Erick Sermon
Keith Murray
Mathematics
Erick Sermon
Keith Murray
Mathematics
