Lyrics:
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I
the tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by deep margins,
How
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
somebody gonna fade away
Lord, I got a lil' into trouble, down on Mr. Stovall's
Place
Lord, I have got in a little trouble, way down on Mr.
Stovall's
WatchMeWorldWide
Mr. International, been everywhere
Ima take it to the top
Not gona settle there
Like Houdini
Hopped up on that plane
I disappeared
I'm Mr. Stack in my jeans NIKE, No Alexander and McQueen
I'm Mr. I match the fit with the beam Victoria, Ari, Celine
Out in LA, I met up with Sulena
steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
Lil Momma I love p****, but I ain't lickin'
Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You
a memory
I'm finished, let me get a lil' more of the Hennessy
That Florida water, going harder, a different breed
Mr. Pill popper, ain't no problem got what
Stay the fuck out my business you niggas be nosy
I stay with my brother just like Zack and Cody
I trap out the lobby just like Mr. Mosbey
Got
by the pack might throw a pair or two
HD body so I sit back and stare at you
Movin' now, movin' now, lil mama movin' now
Bring the ladies to the front
it)
I'm so fly I go by Mr. Kent (Black Superman)
I'm gone get rich or die trying 50 cent (Hustle)
Small town make big plays (Yup)
Don't come around if
do the homage
B.I.G I ain’t talking Mr. Wallace
Who is me ? Don’t worry bitch I’m flawless
Won’t eat cuz that kitty got lil mileage
Question me?
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
on a virgin
Open her up like a surgeon
She wantin go hop on my earnins
Tell that lil hoe she gotta earn it
My pockets feeling kinda heavy
Got Bengamins by
get so bright I need a lil me time
Yea I'm a fucking pimp you should know this
And notice that when the weather switch I start to focus
My hope is that
they on?)
Call em' Mr. Walk Down
He don't show em' no pity AR got mods put a scope on a smithy
Spin the block out for the one they gone leave lil' bro
then send your moma some flowers
I get paid by the pound, not paid by the hour
I got star power
I got star power
New Ferrari came with 600 horse
deceiving
It hurts some more, it hurts some more
Mr. Cocaine music, I'm 100% proof
Bout to make it smooth, I'm Mr. Rebel, rhyme invasion
A little spice in my
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay i'm gonna say the n-word
Lil Mosquito Disease you know what I'm saying
That's racist, you can't say the n-word!
Shout out Big
Yeah
Mr. Weezy Baby Nigga
It Go always strapped when I hit the club
niggas give me daps
Bitches give me hugs
And since im paid
niggas be
off the tongue
Yah cute playboy, when I stunt
One by one you standin in line
And one by one and I'm checkin out your rump
And oh yes Mr.Capon double
caught like I was a pitcher
I'll be gone for min
But I'll be comin back soon
Mr summer jimmy June
Mr add it by the 2s
You look so confused
I quit playin
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