Lyrics:
That crazy-ass nigga's back in the motherfuckin' hizzouse
The notorious Compton G
D.R.E., on the solo tip, fuck them other fools
What up, Ren? Yeah
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
on the concrete
Here comes the white sheet
Mr. Coroner caught with some yellow tape
But the murderers escape
Audi like five G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's just
with that tre 8
So much pound in my back seat
I'm gettin chased by those motherfuckers o p d
Should I hit a condo and lose the bottle
Fuck it I hear
muthafuckas know my name B-A-N-K-$
Cut-clack
The young guerrilla out the clicks, baow
G-Unit’s runnin' this shit, blap
As a matter of fact, I smell a rat
You
and hidin
is you gonna start your slippin and slidin
man I thought you had this game in a snag
How do it feel with real niggas in your ass
Listen Mr
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
B-E-G-I-N-N-I-N-G
Its the beginning of my fame
And I'm here to play the game
Please don't hate on me because we ain't the same
And if you do that is
a hustler or a g that's out grinding me in these streets
Everything I touch straight up catch on fire
Ain't nobody putting in the work that I put in I shut it
Mack with the cheese
Passionate g
Don't ask me for weed in the back of a passenger seat
It's a hassle for me Devil keeps thinking he can dance with
Come fly with me I wanna
Take you away to the white sand beaches
You’re like a forbidden fruit
Nah I can’t just settle for orange and peaches
Kay G
Yeah
This that bag talk
Mr shit talker, in his birkin
Need a track hawk
So I can push it fast in suburban
Areas
I bag bitches just because I'm
I'm simpin' like mr mclovin
She driving a Ford on ig a porch on this side it's really no judging
She faking she really lil pumped it and I'm hating that
Yeah yeah bitch it's BG
Bitch wipe me down like I'm Boosie or Mr. Miyagi
This fire exotic wasabi
Punch I been twisting, I'm kicking shit like it's
Drugs-n-alkahol baby! Ah!
Uh, mm that's funky, oh!
Huh, I'm mr. What-the-fuck-you-lookin-at
I'm mr. Quick-to-run-and-get-the-gat
Treat you like
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
waan wear
Show mi yuh cellular mi nuh dat yuh bare
Whether yuh G string or yuh skin bare
Eat up yuh heart and come follow me
Mr. Kardinal inna di
Yeah, the motherfuckin' East Bay Gangster back in the house
A.k.a. Mr. Kill Yo' Ass
187 Fac mothafucker
Nine-trey
G-Nut in the motherfuckin'
meaning, hey
Man, a bad man and man, nuh mingle wid nuh rodman
And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah, Jah ranks
do the homage
B.I.G I ain’t talking Mr. Wallace
Who is me ? Don’t worry bitch I’m flawless
Won’t eat cuz that kitty got lil mileage
Question me?
might haffi show you how a g do
I ain't in the middle
Im down for you
But I just want a likkle bit of loving to
Girl I Dey be the rice and you by stew
Say man, I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D E A, G T F, Task Force, Jump-out boys
Or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby, I got to keep
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(spoken)cant you tell by the sound im _____
CHORUS
Mr.Incredible
got me sayin to my momma you dnt know him like i
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