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hard-hearted
Well, let me by, I haven't even started
No more Mr. Nice Guy, no siree
Soon as my witchcraft has zinged them
I'll gain control of the kingdom
thin ice
You push me too far
Welcome to my nightmare
No more Mr. Nice Guy

You can steal my car aAnd drive it into the lake
You can stick me in
thin ice
You push me too far
Welcome to my nightmare
No more Mr. Nice Guy

You can steal my car
And drive it into the lake
You can stick me in
and a nice pair of kegs 
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake I ain't got no Body By Jake
The Treach DJ Mr. Mixx
Word, word, word, word, word

We get the red carpet treatment 'cause we're well respected
Always accepted and never rejected
Our defense
Intro: scratches by DJ Mighty Mi
"Shady! That's me!" -> Eminem
"High and Mighty Trilogy" -> Mr. Eon
"Back with the flyest material" -> Erick
will be girls, will be guys, will be boys that don't cry over toys
That they use to beat girls they despise by the morning
They always said that sex
Here I come, get out of my way
Better lock the doors, you all
Good time’s over now
Mr. Nice Guy left the hall

I spent a life in mis-belief
Trusted
the auditions, uh, first up, Mr. John Travolta. 
(Jimmy Fallon as John Travolta) 
She's like, I swear to God, I mean I can't believe you guys are trying to sell
Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by fuck the cops.
Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
Get the fuck outta here with
Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by fuck the cops.
Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
Get the fuck outta here with
Mr. Nice Guy, come with me
Gun hid away, in a hideaway when I ride your way
Hit you up, then coolin' casually, slide away

By the way, you'll hardly
sleeves when it's short
Wit more bullets than ya favorite wide receiver has caught
And that Randy Mossberg ya Steve Smith and Wesson ya
The shoes pop up
sleeves when it's short
Wit more bullets than ya favorite wide receiver has caught
And that Randy Mossberg ya Steve Smith and Wesson ya
The shoes pop up
[Joi Starr (Ghostface Killah)]
I, can't, leave these streets alone, no more (Yeah, yo)

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I'm skinned up, Nikes is
[Intro: Joi Starr (Ghostface Killah)]
I, can't, leave these streets alone, no more (Yeah, yo)

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I'm skinned up, Nikes is
tell from the way that she walk
She don't slow down 'cause she ain't got time
To be complaining, shawty gon' shine

She don't expect nothin' from no guy
swift to kick the bucket
I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high
Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high
Never would you ever get
The Treach DJ Mr. Mixx
(Word)

[ VERSE 1: Brother Marquis ]
We get the red carpet treatment cause we're well respected
Always accepted and never rejected
clock stop
Wit def me fear not, cause them mores high guys I
Bless me wit protection as the years pass by
Conqueror, mighty rasta, 
Let no man steel
You're gonna pay for those little white lies
No more Mr. nice guy, I filibuster
When I said fuck you, I was disgusted
But you can't trust it, 'cause I
crazy
But it's a Darkside, it's what you made me
No more Mr. Nice Guy - pay me
What you niggaz owe before I come for your babies?
[DJ Premier
the shoe box
I got bank accounts
Things that I own up
A nice guy, but don't cross me for no push ova'
Remember high school days, winters was colda'
love the criticism
But understand im successful by own admission
I never had isssh
But a bad bitch
Na let me stop lying most em were average
If
that i'm nice
And the truth hurts (ow)
Wearin' a blue shirt the best buy for the price
Figure, Six guys this live and nice on the mic
So don't dis us