Lyrics:
Head to war, you bet I'm going all alone
I don't care if it's red or green, I'm gonna go
Not afraid of what is evil anymore
I won't stop till my name
em in, eight million stories
in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner
Blood stain on my track record, top gunner
Chorus: Method Man
You
we heard the news, me and Mr. Hughes
Put that jukebox in my truck
And hauled it on down to the place
That ol' Red had hung it up
And, I ran
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
I aint no number
I don't need no ID round my neck
So Mr Politician
I got born and named like blood runs red
Cause I I aint no number
Don't require no
scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,
sit by the radio, hands on the dial tune
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers let it off (off, woo)
Mr. VA 'bout
Mr Bitches Mr Get Right on the beat bro
Gave me the cheat codes Ridin around with a whole lotta heat though
While my seat low call me El Nino
All coke
the time, go grab a pen
and watch that thing again and again
Try to figure it out, what does it mean?
What's the significance of Mr. Bean?
Does anybody
Mr. Lil One - Loddy Doddy Lyrics
[Mr. Lil One]
*Talkin*
Yo, what's crackalatin
This is all I got to say
[Chorus]
Loddy Doddy
I love to party
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Ganging got her hanging like Mr. Cooper
Balling like a hooper might alley oop her
No Dateline she gimme Facetime then call a Uber
Red Diamond gang
to play
Put on your red shoes woman
Aint nobody gotta know
Put on your red shoes Mrs.
Go on walk outta that door
Oh that little girl just a killin me
everybody in the stands boy
I'm all red I'm on fire like an ant pile
They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
Caine all night Monday through Sunday
Ran up a couple hundred thousand then spent on red monkeys
Me and C5 on the Ave we had Mr. George porch jumping
Now
I don't eat jelly but my mind was just in a jam
I Lost a lot of songs on the strip of Galveston
All my songs on a red iPhone XR is where I was housing
Mr. Limpit
Think about that summer
And I bug 'cause I miss it
Like the color purple
Macaroni and cheese
Ruby-red slippers
And a bunch of trees
Oki doki, oopsy daisy, cos I'm krayzie like that
But it's the cat got snuffed, or mr.Red and his crew
So roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make
you pussy niggas
tryin to dress me in red
it's Mr. Magic and Mystikal
you niggas say you didn't fear me
bet you fear me now
brung
How many people that- in the audience can Emcee?
Mr. T? Bring up Mr. T! I wanna battle you!
It’s time to go to school
Like Mr. T Said, I pity
a relay
I'm this shit like I'm Usain
All of this money making me go insane
Had to take a trip to the fashion show at France
I'm Mr. fuck your bitch, yeah
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