Lyrics:
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha
tell ya, we bout it
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think
Lose ya life if you blink
Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause
We No Limit
And the enemy is one-time
I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours, it's all love
Milli' stacked down,
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
gun yuh fi look fa
Mr. officer nuh harass the gaza
Mr. officer? yo not nice
Mi haffi put it inna my triple? scale
After ah nuh cocaine is ah weed sale
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
the projects, but safe with me
Shit, N.O... (N.O...) are to the E
Spin out at 90 I'm hard with the V, it go...
[Chorus]
Yo, a-yo, good green, 'bout to get
Yo fat lip man
Yo man they tryin' to run a power move on us man
Yo man
You got to tell the suckers what's up boy
Yeah ha-ha
I got a letter
Yo fat lip man
Yo man they tryin' to run a power move on us man
Yo man
You got to tell the suckers what's up boy
Yeah ha-ha
I got a letter
What the young trend settin musician I be
Got critics givin up the recognition I de-serve
Never bring yo mrs. By me
I'm it I'm it call me mr. I-t
If I
too true
And I think she was just drunk out of her mind
So she just let it all out
Mr. Mooks
Well are you going to tell me what happened?!
I don't know
tell em slide thru
Ferg and Gotti go crazy
Bitches wanna have our babies
Smoking on blunts of Haze B
Gotti Kanye Ferg Jay Z
Shot yo shot but it grazed me
spit that shit, nigga get some
Yo, It's like David against Goliath
Ghostbusters verses Bowzer
Gary Coleman battlin' Fat Albert
You could be tall
Nokos PR Manager
Mr. Choko Noko we believe that the show is just about ready to begin
Now before we get into it
We just wanted to remind you
That we have
ambrosial smell?
Yes they are, I can tell.
Well, ladies and gentlemen,
That aroma enriching the breeze
Is like nothing compared to its succulent source,
what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it
I got obama runtz in the ash tray (Obama)
Smoking gotti like it’s back to my past name (John gotti)
Star gotti take me back to my pass ways (Star g)
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
(Get on yo knees, nigga
Get on yo knees and pray)
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
was snow
It's like I missed the summer, put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Famer drill dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' around real killers
Hush
you gotta say now Mr. Jones
What you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Ooh, what you gotta say now Mr. Jones
Niggas jumpin' in cause the bar is low
Fuck it
Rest in peace Mr. Cee. Check it out off the top dedicated to all the
Yay Area mutha fuckaz who don't know nuthin' about what they supposed
What the fuck you know about, niggaz with them extra clips
Hanging out the choppas on yo block, I'm making niggaz flip
23's got it, big bodies I got it
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