Lyrics:
points in 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
Bitch need to do your part
You ain't never gon' win my heart
Bitch want me by her side just to make sure she okay
Yeah, I ain't no captain save a ho lil
time so I gotta decline it
I'm lyin', I got time
They call me Mr. Man cuh I'm a stranger now to them boys, serious
Yo Mr. Man, what's good?
What's
this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dog, we really
’m playin wit dis
Cake
I done been a lotta thangs but what i neva been is fake
I’d ratha be mr lonely den surrounded by sum snakes
Nigga see me in dat
to those of Lil' Rob
Is there anything you'd like to say to them player-haters?
And if so, what would it be?
[Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it up to those
Ha, brr, bow (Why you goin' up, ReoN)
Ha, ESPN, nigga big KTA
(Oh yeah, ad, let's go) 6
I'm with lil' SpotEmGottem
Make us hop out on your
Block
Bitch, I'm Mr. Meaty, say, "Hello," to the fuckin' grill
Once you're done with greeting, salt you up for the next meal
Bitch, I'm Mr. Meaty, say,
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
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four
on the grind again
Everything is everything
I got my nails done, flyin' pinky ring
I'm actin' like a king
I'm sittin' in my throne
With my roll on, get my grub
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
hated 'cause they thought that I was done (nah)
Platinum back to back, motherfucker, I'm the one (yeah)
Big shot, Mr. Big shot (shot)
Mr. Big shot,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come back to Mr. Yeah
Come here lil' baby, let me do, do that body like it ought to be done
And how could somebody mistreat a body
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come back to Mr. Yeah
Come here lil'baby, let me do, do that body like it ought to be done
And how could somebody
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
a new bitch said lil baby I'm done with that
When I get rich then that hoe gon' come running back
I'll just tell that lil hoe no
Niggas be pussy, they
back
Mrs mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up
She let me hit, straight from the back
And oh, I think I love that bitch
I think I love that bitch
I
crew
Split wigs for a living everydays thanksgiving
Motherfucker fuck y'all rides, we slides we dipping
Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
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
thousand for the cheapest ring
On a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain
And Audemars'd the bitch, woo
Dropped
I'm Mr. Bitch Slayer, Mr. Get Paper Droppin' all this crack, R.i.P. the Mayor
Mr. No Favors, Mr. Fuck a hater You ain't talkin' money, Mr. See you
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