Lyrics New Generation - 2nd Generation Wu

New Generation

Pen to the paper, nobody safe, yeah
Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker
Pen to the paper, nobody safe, yeah
Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker
I stay on it, I be goin off
Big brain know-it-all
Never follow protocol
A poet flowing motor oil
Show me how to show em all
You don’t gotta panic or get frantic
I’m as cool as the band on the Titanic
If you don’t understand it you should pan across the planet in a hammock
Get your mind off that New York city transit
Now in Spanish
Mira gente, yo me gusta la calma y tranquilo
For my people & don’t forget about karma
Uh
See imma do something that they only say they do (Do what?)
Steal your game, call you over, to play a game witchu (the fuck?)
I never lied but you bet I’m guessing my aim is true
Boy it’s Baby Blue like no oxygen when I flame the booth
Sideburns, Wolverine
But I got my Sabretooth
In the grayish coupe I got more than one like a Wayans spoof
Finally shot a gun such PXWER I got to aim & shoot
Gotta show respect like when older heads share the game witchu (Knowledge)
Pen to the paper, nobody safe, yeah
Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker
Pen to the paper, nobody safe, yeah
Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker
It’s P!
I be the beast when trees roll
Niggas peep the wagon, catch shells through peep holes
I keep hoes on knees & foes on ten toes
My speech flow further than niles go
And my best shoes run on tracks that’s my miles bro
My eyes low, mind’s fried from getting too high yo
Told em I got the hook, wrote the verse so fuck it, I’m back spazzin'
Bargasm when I dip in the pocket you know what happened
Pen to the paper, nobody safe, yeah
Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker
Hey, y’all can’t fuck with Fifth like R. Kelly
Can’t fuck with the kid, A drunk nanny nigga lost his wig
I’m playing
Yeah Nigga
You know what the fuck time it is nigga
Yo somebody better be rollin up right NOW
Need some muh fuckin weed in this bitch
Niggas came through, shitted all over this muh fucka
INTeLL
Really doe?
Like c’mon man
Pen to the paper, nobody safe, yeah
Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker
Pen to the paper, nobody safe, yeah
Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker