the Toolman Bringin' hammers home (Yup!) And fame it's know me here Gats will kill ya And we'll bust inside your house like Michael Jackson's "Thriller
[Verse One: Suffa] I gave birth to half these styles, you should pay me rhyme support Like Billy Jean suing Michael Jackson for child support Rhyme is
NEXT MESSAGE] [Verse Three: Common] Keep the music alive The good and the strong survive I closed my eyes and imagined I was 'Jackson Five' Randy and Michael
. They puttin' the game in a casket. We gonna live on like the Jacksons. I'm sorry I'm endin' your cycle, I gotta do this for Michael. You heard from
brain, It's so intense that I can't explain. All alone in my white-boy pain, Shake your booty while the band complains. I'm rockin the suburbs, just like Michael Jackson
Oh Silvia, I was dancing to Michael Jackson Oh Silvia, when I heard your German accent Oh Silvia, and I went down on my knees for her majesty Your
I can buy a house and have a family after I get paid I can believe it myself, I can really make it happen I can be myself too, not try to change like Michael Jackson
madness that you hear a lot, Ain't no bigger figures, just us niggas, Sometimes they give us action, This shit is crashin' back to Earth like Michael Jackson
the bells NWA said fuck the police Now i'm in jail 93 was strictly R&B Fucked up hair cut Listen to Jodeci Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't
yo face Have yo ass runnin, mumblin to the jake You goin ?gainst me dog, you makin a mistake, I'll split ya Leave ya lookin like the Michael Jackson
[Murs:] It's been two years, man Of, of, of waitin' Man [Michael Jackson:] "Can it be I stayed away too long" [Murs:] From my supporters and my fans
see success, haters reinvest Miami guns drive, half a million nothing less Raised the bar, I set the standards My yayo Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on dancing Michael Jackson
said "Fuck the Police," now I'm in jail Ninety-three was strictly R&B Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci Michael Jackson - who gon' tell me I ain'
If coke is a mystery and michael jackson?history if beauty is truth and surgery the fountain of youth what am I to do have I got the gifts to get me through
is the flesh on my bones, calling Brooklyn home Hang up on niggaz like 'I want you to meet my nigga tone, word Leave me alone like Michael Jackson Or
[feat. Michael Jackson] [Chorus: Michael Jackson and Krayzie Bone] Aaaahhh! (pray, pray, and we pray, pray, pray) Ooohhh! (and we pray, pray, pray) whoooo