Lyrics:
get mo'
Let's get mo' bitches
And I be like, "Let's get mo' bitches"
Mr. Officer, stop arresting your bitches
Stop lettin' the messy hoes mess with
schemes and scandals out there right?
When that funk is on this here
Check fan, the motherfucker gotta be about
As greasy as gravy in order to maintain
(uh-huh)
Drinkin' every bottle 'til a nigga get nauseous (uh-huh)
Hundred bitches by a nigga, all of them gorgeous (uh-huh)
Hundred thousand on a nigga,
(Can’t you get this through your head?)
V30 Fanny
You are obstinate, intractable, your attitude reprehensible.
I am sick and tired of getting by with
up if I get out of hand
So what you say you want to try
This if so here's my hand go and take it
But be patient
Not too patient because I leaned from
stomp your feet and cry
Because I know you understand
By trying to get the upper hand
On your man I fucked up your Program
Here I am
Traveling in cycles
we go and we go get it
Once the cash flow then it's Apple I'm hitting
First day of work I rode my bike to go get it
Caught my niggah from work cause yo
this guy from, man?
[ Ecstacy ]
Oh, I heard of a heart attack or a big mac attack
But what's a rap attack?
[ Jalil ]
Come here, man, I see I'ma have
I don't smile, I don't frown, get two up or get two down (nah)
I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around (yeah)
Still here now,
"It's Mr N on that track"
yea,
(Chorus)
Rrrrrraaaaa..
No Games, No Games
The time to turn to a new page
Gotta move forward from the old days
Yah,
Heh Heh
Yeah goddamn it's that old gangsta shit
Right there boy goddamn
Shit heh heh
This is Dope Fiend Willy from the last mothafuckin' record
about his experience with Monroe Academy
Mr. Drummond, the floor is yours." Thank you
I never would've dreamed in 3rd grade that I would be here
Having
my life (Aye, lil bitch)
But they gon' live a lie, that's the only way that they can get by (They gon' get by)
And we up in the sky, bitch I'm on Tha
can't relate for u I share
Finding good in every tough moment from dis angle
Found peace with my demons standing round my angels
Deep off a sheet, it was
off my dick
What's your name?
Capital F I E N D
What's your alias?
I'm Mr. Get It On Jones
What's your thing?
I'm the one that call the shots
What'd
done, not 'til I'm finished peeing
I am not resisting arrest, I am agreeing
Mr. Officer, I'm already on my knees
I can't get on the ground any further,
blinded by the pain
That I got up all inside
Been a victim to ways
Boy that traffic, It ain't light
Said I can't really escape
From the killers in my mind
from the way I tend to bring the Heat to a track
Just wait, cause when you start to swing I attack
Working on my craft, we get that cheese from a mac
I'm
sharing my views from the window seat
I've tried to keep it light and not get in too deep
But if I don't say this, the album's incomplete
We do it for
(Bang!)
At least he tells the truth
He's only in this for the money and fame
And doesn't care if it's uncouth
I should know from experience
At least
Yeah, I know you know they want to kill me in Atlanta and every city out here
Pussy nigga gon' get his issue 'cause they knowin' that I'm out her and I'm
Cause you've never been seen on camera
Wait a minute, you can't say you
Built this platform by yourself bitch
None of us can
That's a combined effort from
number
From blocks and blocks away you can here the boom, blam, bumble
Full tank of petro, up the metro, I'm like federal
Hoes want to get sexual cause
from me
You can't take that from me
Tomorrow very near
Beckoning me to share
Experience yesterday
Then another day
Say what you may say
I'll say what I
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