Michael

"Michael, Michael, Michael, you my nigga. I know a thug would cry for you, my dude. Ain't no R&B singer really ever makes me cry. Makes me wanna meet you, touch your hand. Ya know?" Michael, Michael, Michael, you my nigga Homie don't tell a lie You know that you miss him I cry for Mike Yo, I understand controversy I understand words, try and hurt me They said I ain't Worthy They said you ain't worthy I'm glad you wasn't growing up in my hood Where the good die early Yes! Sounds for Mike Remember the time during Thriller you was grinding Grinding, had me open, I was wyling Red jacket pimp, leather glove You used to show me love I know you didn't know me but you showed me love You held the world with your words: diamonds Priceless. ? every line so I can buy Your CD in the store I hope all the kids is doing well And fuck everybody hatin, they can go to Hell, I swear Get off my nigga's back All his music was straight crack, ? like that MJ MJ, you in my prayers I know you in Heaven, I hope to see you next year [Hook] Stop, everybody Listen to the heartbeat of Michael still living In my body, and he's living in you What would you do if it wasn't for my dude? And your dude, he's our dude He's a real tight dude The most original, most official He inspired guys like Jamie Foxx, and Usher too Keeping you alive, ? moon over the Earth and sand dunes too Play pretty young thing when I'm chillin with my boo In the club And even though I'm always strapped I'm putting down my Mack for Mike Jack