[Intro: Diddy talking]
I remember the first time I seen you moonwalk
I believed I could do anything
You made the world dance
You made the [bad word] to life

[Hook: Chris Brown]
This the type of song that make the angels cry
I look up in the sky and I wonder why?
Why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the other side
You were chosen from the start
Never gon let you go

[Verse 1: The Game]
Who’s Michael Jackson?
You're Michael Jackson
I’m Michael Jackson
We all Michael Jackson
I guess what I’m asking is, everybody bow their head for a legend, don’t breathe for a second
Now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody you care about
So you can hear my message, my confession, somebody tell Usher
I seen the moonwalk, I guess the young thriller touched him
Like he touched me, like he touched you
So carry on his legacy, something I must do
And I [bad word] you lighting candles, concrete visuals, me and my brothers listen to Jackson 5 in the living room
First thing I did when I heard, was call Puff
Cos him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us
Who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and Mike Jackson gonna take us to the ledge

[Hook]

As I’m pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker
When list my air ones, MJ was my [bad word] 
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star
And since I’m a Hollywood star I'mma tell you my story
Never had a family that close, never see Berry Gordy walking through Interscope
But just like me, they always had Mike in a scope
No matter what you say
I’mma love him and he’s still dope
Let me take you back to '85 when I was in a zone, dancing for my momma, 'Thriller' jacket with all the zippers on
Now i’m doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston
Listening to Outkast, I’m sorry Ms. Jackson
Anything I can ever do to better you your son was our king so we won't Corretta you
I’m writing this letter to all the Jackson kids, we all Jackson kids, time to let us through

[Hook]

[Outro: Boys II Men]
This the kind of song that make the angels cry
Look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let die
This the kind of song that make the angels cry
Look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let, live and let die