Lyrics:
Concocted the shit up in my lab
With Mr ski up in my head
Bringin' on the Aftermath
You can see the stars runnin' from the sky
Tryin' to get away from Dr dre
ugh
Over
Over
Over
OVER
Every good lie has a lil truth in it
Like every bad bitch got a lil youth in em
I get established i could get a few million
get up, open supermarket
All I see is flour and biscuit
Me cyaan' get no flour inna brown paper bag
Say, all I see is the plastic bag
Mr. Chin
fuck you up
Had to disappear for a while shit got a lil' hot
Guess who's back on the block
Mr. Big Stuff laid back in the cut
One hand on the burner
and my children
Had to put the wide body on the Lamb' truck, it look sexy, call it "Mrs. Urus"
Fucked up playin' around, now I'm serious
I got
a good man, how 'bout that?
No way in hell I'm defined by the stat
Smokin' that pack, let me get it back
Let me get up in it, let me hit it like that
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
and she my Mrs
I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it
Okay I might pull out in a 'Rarri yea (skrrrt)
me in this world, I'm so alone
Yes, I love you and I need you, Mr. Jones
I'm in trouble, come and get me, Mr. Jones.
He grew up and got in trouble
by the way that I been talking
Cuz when money talk, it about me, I know
I was voted most likely to flip the script on these bitches
Mr. Unpredictable,
Niggas thought I got evicted how my
Shit up in the streets
BIG but ain't nothing obese but the feast
I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet
Gotta hustle
John Adams:
All right, gentlemen, let's get on with it
Which of us will write our Declaration of Independence?
Mr. Adams, I say you should write
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
cuz my dick in her throat Lil nigga
When I pulled up bitch you said OH No nigga
Don’t even try to escape Lil nigga
I’m in a Van with like eight Lil
visions of a prison
Wake up screamin' in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell?
A possibility of livin' well?
But if they killin' me
I get my stripes
ain't never hurt nobody
It might just make it a little better
Look just pull up on me
I left the key under the plant that's by the door
I'll be waiting
I
Oh, Mr President!
Get a tie, get a suit and tie guy
He work me from 9-5
Come home make me go na-night
Got me so high I'm seeing sky
Big man he
bitches
Get off your ass and go get you some digits
Up off the med it be feeding my system
No limit this shit like we never gon' end it
Bitch I'm like
High post, plain coast with a bunch thug niggas, drug dealers
Project fools, C-Murder past them tools
Shit I'm bout to make these motherfuckers get up
Kindly do that for Liberty's sake (Whaa)
Yeah and what I hear in here and
Maybe John do you hear this
Um, "Oh, Mr block, you were born by mistake
"
"You
Bitch I'm Mr. Geeked Up, Mr. Urkel
Mister Mister, The Color Purple
Mr., how you pop them adderalls and got 'em turnt up
Mr., gotta keep it quiet,
I'm buzzing
I spot ah fly
Taking off like a rocket man
Elton John
I'm mr miyagi you Daniel son
Speed it up with you're bitch
I'ma Gunna
I'ma call up my
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