Golden Child - Say Ya Prayers lyrics

[Intro: Dom Pachino] Golden Child, what it is, baby? Tell me Que te pasa.. [Dom Pachino] Aiyo, nunca, you could never f** with P I get it cracking in this b**h, n***a, vente aqui Represento Staten Island, a hora aqui Sorta like Sgt. Slaughter, blow my whistle, you'll see The ugliest, grittiest, sh**tiest, rocking camo mitters I'm Fat Cat, giving birth to kittens Like, strays in the alley, built like we in the rally Pardon my rudeness, but I'm sincere, when I'm through this No time to repair, no engineer can cue this The movement, sorta like the Million Man Circulate like a ceiling fan Napalm is the new sh**, man, the Team's official Set it off like a missile My music get under your skin, like your muthaf**ing tissue