Lyrics:
here bitch you gotta go
And I'm smoking that super by the bow
That boy a hoe he just talking out his throat
Don't ask me shit about shit cause I don't
Three-faced snake like you Hades
Pocket full of bills, drooling like you got rabies
Just got out a beemer, then I hop in a Mercedes
I ain't gonna
rappers don't want it from me
I got em running from me
Doesn't matter where you from, you still gon get it from me
Fifteen years went by, we still got
the animals out
Break bread nigga
You niggaz settin' up to get me better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin' The Source
Mr. Pain'll
the last one
I know you got them Daisy Dukes on
I just wanna see you slide them off
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo driveway
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo car
friends I ain't leaving alone
Baby girl you can home with Mr. C'mon
Ain't nuttin better than Chevy dat right.
Two sumn tryin to do sumn baby got a load
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
the rest
(Bound, to fall in love)
Cut to the chase, I'm keeping it clean
Mr Sheen, you know what I mean
The way you smile, blush around me
Got those flowers
motherfuckers mind
I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all y'all motherfuckers dyin'
We gon drive by
We walk up and do these Niggas out the game
We sell 2 shot,
Aheh you don't wanna be
Involved in this one, huh?
This here, this is
This is gonna be a blues number but, first
I wanna do a little bit
Snatch the airbag, hit the corner and park it
Corner the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair
let the Mayhem begin
(Mr. Shadow's voice mail)
Wuz Up, you reached Shadow's voice mail
Do what you gotta do after the tone and I
I'll called you back
and Wise when you share
Hey hey Mr. Millionaire
Pave the way, take the Grail
I'm a millionaire
And I got something to say
I got three or four yachts
before she's grown
If I murdered Capone, would you consider me a villain
Chillin' with millionares, ex-killers, and set-trippers
My murderous complex
of caining
So I gotta think fast mr nally watch your ass, wake up and laugh and run
Better Mr run, mr rand, mr mac, mr nally
Mr run, mr man, you got
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
I might change my name, call me Mr. E
The way I kill MCs is a mystery
Going down with Jack The Ripper in history
Serial killing rappers, they call me
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
offend her
I got friends who alcoholics I got friends who love to smoke
Always with a bad thing, bitch you know just how I roll (how I roll)
I ain't
Take a seat and let me tell you a story about the fattest turkey I've ever met
Now his name was Mr. Chewbacca and he was an eating turkey
And his
what you can
Make plays, top ten
While you hatin' from the stands
I don't play about a bag
Couple rows in the stash
Any time I count money, got a pole in
lucci (uh-huh), nigga I got banks to rob
Convertible Saabs, I'm married to the mob
And if you don't stop, then we won't stop
Continuously to get
lucci (uh-huh), nigga I got banks to rob
Convertible Saabs, I'm married to the mob
And if you don't stop, then we won't stop
Continuously to get
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
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