Firebug

[Refrain] I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh) Never meant to— I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh, ah, ha, ha, ha, mm) Never meant to— [Verse 1] Ms. Jackson, am I overreacting or is it valid? I wanna have a one-on-one convo about the man You sacrificed your life for so the world could see his talent He's a legend now, I guess it worked out, but I need some answers Are you happy with the way he been holding your family name? I need to know 'cause I can’t sleep at night, thinking you died in vain I think it got to 'em, people won't tell 'em because he pay 'em The emperor's new clothes, a tale we need to tell We failed too many times from shells or either jail Cat's got nine lives, one more will ring the bell and I don't wanna do it Reason I came to you, I’m hoping you can talk me through it Maybe it’s something that you can tell me, bring some understanding I'm more level-headed than the people headed to his mansion I hope he know it’s time sensitive I think he really was a lil' confused, but I won't mention it Pardon me if I'm diggin’ it, hate to have you reliving it You supposed to be resting, but just a few questions Do you whisper in his ear before he makes his decisions? Can he hear you past the nervous laugh he do when he timid? And is it really half the talent took to bask in them gimmicks Led to the actual business? He used to be something We thought it was a joke, but now we see it's something off with him I offered him a chance to reunite with you, and I'll do it Nothing left to do, so I'll just send him to you, Ms. Jackson [Refrain] I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh) Never meant to— I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh) Never meant to— [Verse 2] Ayy, Curtis, I encourage you to do a lil' research On my whole family, but you can start with me first I know you not familiar with a mother or a father Maybe that's the reason easily you'll talk about 'em Maybe that's the reason you be targeting the women Let somebody try yo' mama, bet you'd probably wanna kill 'em Speaking of killin', Curtis, I heard you was a Fire Bug Well, I'ma be the reason all your fans put they lighters up Put your lighters up if you've dealt with abuse Put your lighters up if you're no longer enthused With a nigga running 'round profiting off our pain Love it when we fall down, that's when Curtis gets paid Now put your lighters up if you too want the truth Many men sin, but don't profit like you from it You don't even drink, but you'll fake it for the news coverage Seem like you know 50 Cent more than you know you, Curtis, goddamn Huh, I think you went too far to stop now I got a lil' more information you can jot down Fire Bug, I can still smell that gasoline on you Fire Bug, at least let 'em sleep before you cremate him Fire Bug, ironic, you not hot as what you used to be Fire Bug, and I'm the one delivering your eulogy Fire Bug, don't let him put his lighter up The next time you missing mama, I can send you right to her, try ya luck [Refrain] I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh) Never meant to— I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh) Never meant to—