Слова:
Third Day You Make Me Mad

I don't need it Shit I got problems, can you help me out? Shout a little louder if you're sure that you hear me Fear me not, I'm just another average

, mad Buddha abuser But they don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray so you can reminisce

want you, I been waiting for you What you say? We get a room, just me and you? After too much liquor one thang led into another But you know where he

Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu Tang, nigga, crash ya crew , laugh at you You bastard, you pass through slap an ass or two Hear me

on your mark And rule number 11, you pulled a body but you not a legend You better watch where you heading I don't like you, you don't like me It's

that, you ain't want me When you had me, now you on your third, baby, daddy And you hate to see a nigga happy So you tryin' mad ways to trap me, lookin

what set you claiming? What set you claiming? Nigga what set you claiming? What set you claiming? Boy, what set you claiming? Boy, what set you claiming

spit upon just for you to live eternally Yet you blaspheme me, you make moves without asking me Then you blame me for your troubles and calamities, you kidding me? Keep me first, keep me

you gonna, say, you gonna Say you gonna, you gonna make me You gonna make me spark somebody up You gonna make me spark somebody up (Buddha Monk, you've