Lyrics:
to my friend mr big mac
you know he wants you to eat em and you want taht too
i put a big mac in his hands and his smile grew
now mr big mac hangs out
rich
But compared to then, that'd been a big switch
Drivin big cars, wearin rings and ropes
But man without a plan all he had was hopes
So he sat down,
Rell and Mr. Two-Gun Un
And this goes out to those who choose to use disrespectful views on the kid that carry Rugers
The kid that be havin' jewelers
Man down, put that boy in a trunk
If I spot him, I turn him to runtz
Oh my God, what happened to
Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo
Like she Caribbean,
chick,
Big behind, bad enough to skip the line
But to me she just a nine
I hop up out that double o you can call me Mr Bond
Bitch I am a monster I belong
chick,
Big behind, bad enough to skip the line
But to me she just a nine
I hop up out that double o you can call me Mr Bond
Bitch I am a monster I belong
the place to trip on good times
I'm surrounded by C's D's and double D's
some down ass women that freak me down to they knees
[Mr. Sancho]
as we walked up in
steaming call me Mr. Stoker but I still don't understand why they
take me as a joker uh
Let's get it started please and thank you, get it started please
that mansplainin', no one's listening
Tell me who gave you the permission to speak?
I am your mother (I am your mother)
You listen to me
Mr. Big
and almost copped me a Fort Nelson
Mr. Hustle hard, now they claimin' they my cousin
I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband
I'm in some
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell
All
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell
All
that
Mr. Get The Head, don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my DM asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to P.M, 24/7, you can
Doin' it "My Way" like Usher Ray
All day
Sittin' by the "Dock Of The Bay".
(Bound to get lucky!)
Everybody know how we do it in the Bay
Big
to bust her
Got a forged will
Good luck, sir
To the new toolbag that she trapped
In her web
Fuck your Big Cat Act
And move your big cat ass
Out the way
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
That drop bombs on you niggas
Nothin' but dope rhymes
I was coached by the OG's
Taught to stay low-key
Now everybody know me, Mr fuck the Police
Unite
All the money and fame, eight by tens
Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame
Collidin' with big names that could've made your career stop
All
Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk (uh-huh)
Mr. Miyagi, tats on my body (yeah)
Racks up the party (uh)
Facts say I got it (yeah)
green, mr I love tree
Big bats, been smoking big leagues
You've been smoking pee wee
HBO go east bound and down
Every episode we smoke like 12 rounds
than the eyes
and famin your rep by claimin your set will only lead to lost lives
but oh, Mr. Solo knows another way
and out of respect they sit
side of Barn(?)
All the weak sounds can't come it
We sing, Oh Lord Mr. Kardinal style nice times twice
Red-1 on the mic device mice times two
Original
we wanted too though
We couldn't afford it
Your heroes have killed themselves yes
On purpose or by accident
Now the only ones that we have left
Are no
we wanted too though
We couldn't afford it
Your heroes have killed themselves yes
On purpose or by accident
Now the only ones that we have left
Are no
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