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Snippet (Gerald Levert) · Miami Heat: Can You Feel the Heat (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Canned Heat/Boogie with Canned Heat (Canned Heat) · Mr. Lil One's Greatest Hits (Mr. Lil One) · Best of Mr. Lil One (Mr. Lil One) · The Best of Mr. Lil One (Mr. Lil One) · Buzz or Howl Under the Influence of Heat (Minutemen) · Buzz or Howl Under the Influence of Heat (Minutemen) · Serenade to a Bus Seat (Clark Terry) · Plastic Seat Sweat (Southern Culture on the Skids) – and 90 other albums »


G's like me... like criminals ... back to the G's

(Mr. Lil One)
Come in and say fuck you
You ain't the sick man
Don't give a shit fuck a trick all in
G's like me... like criminals ... back to the G's

(Mr. Lil One)
Come in and say fuck you
You ain't the sick man
Don't give a shit fuck a trick all in
and clothes had me fuckin different hoes
A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.
I had niggas workin under me to take the heat
I never touched
looking for big tits and some butts
keeping an eye on my posible enemies
with my cuete tucked...what!
Mr. Sancho one of the original Califa Thugs
used
that lives in the city, in New York City
Puts a brown bag under his arm
Walks down the street till he gets into a big box
Crawls inside and has a sea,t
in that jump suit
A one, I'm on my one, two
Check me out, I fuck around and check you
Respect due, pay yours nigga
Mines under the seat, by my
order
Filthy hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed with Ricky Porter
Butchie Jones mixed with Mr. Combs with the Tookie aura
I'm a muh'fucker, no really I
side and pump slugs in your car door (Fuck it homeboy)
So I don't ask nothing either (Trucha)
I just reach under my seat and heat em up with my heater
side and pump slugs in your car door (Fuck it homeboy)
So I don't ask nothing either (Trucha)
I just reach under my seat and heat em up with my heater
side and pump slugs in your car door (Fuck it homeboy)
So I don't ask nothing either (Trucha)
I just reach under my seat and heat em up with my heater
The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets
I gave y'all a thousand bars wit Memphis Bleek
Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat
6
Bleek
Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat
6 hammers even though we only 3 deep
We clap up niggas
Smack up niggas
Duck tape, rope, and wrap
on my crew

I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees
So God please have a lil' mercy
yo back,
I'm known to every trigga finga so everytime you squeeze,
I'm kick out so much heat I'm bringin he-man to his knees,
I'm Mr. Tre-five-seven,
Stay there, runnin with more kids than daycare 

One shot prove it ain't nuttin but weight here 

When he lands flat I'm the minivan 

with Lil
don't get tiny
I just reach up under my seat and get my heat and get em off me
Cause they took my driver's license but them bitches can't have my
	coughee
do
Is done in the dark

[Baby]
Got l'il whodie running water 
And we 'bout to cook these quarters
The twenty under the seat
For my son and my
Below's upon the feet
Now Adam 12 got me in this 20/20
So I'm double oh seven about my four one one
Seventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heat
do
Is done in the dark

[Baby]
Got l'il whodie running water 
And we 'bout to cook these quarters
The twenty under the seat
For my son and my
"Cosmic Slop" brings cops
Ghetto hip-hop that your city block rocks
Say what?  I bust a you and come back (hey!)
Reach under my seat for that heat that
pussy, get the other G when you're done,
Got another G for my big son, and drove in his cutlass,
With no A/C and one front seat, and told lil' Wootay I
em/
With heat provided by a lil rhythm/

I seek to guide whoever's grippin for wisdom, I'll do what I can/
'Cause I wished I received a bit a this,
Stay there, runnin' with more kids than daycare
One shot prove it ain't nuttin' but weight here
When he lands flat I'm the minivan
With Lil' Cease,
"Cosmic Slop" brings cops
Ghetto hip-hop that your city block rocks
Say what?  I bust a you and come back (hey!)
Reach under my seat for that heat that
Bleek]
Check it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak, I tote heat
Here to shut down your whole operation on the street
Bleek, you know niggas