Lyrics:
the modern day Al Capone
Gimme some space so I can bun dem down
Di youths dem a jump to every word that you said
When gunshot a bust well fi you pickney nuh
to sin now 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
strap (strap)
Beef, I'ma put you in a box, Big Mac (bah)
Big Ghost, got cream on the seat (seat)
Tryna figure who I'm gonna fuck this week (yeah)
Coke
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
autograph)
(Wow, I love you, I have all your albums, it's Mr. Nigga, I love him)
They stay on nigga patrol on American roads
And when you travel abroad,
to stunt - I don't need to front
There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important
I want my money like Mr. Ren
I Pull up in a new black Benz
You niggas wanna live how I live
These women love when I'm Mr. Ren
All my bitches issa
a settle for less, all in the name of realistic
I heard that you moving practical
I know to many with millions
1 in 106 got a 7 figure status racks in
and cookies for a midnight snack
Wake up and I trim my muff buffer
No gifts but I got a stocking stuffer
The biggest candy cane that you've ever seen
Poke too
feel like public enemy number one
The new Al Capone with a gang of outlaws And they got too many guns, hey, yeah
I'm what they want, I feel like public
like Lee and make you RUN like DMC
I'm untouchable a like Elliot's Nest
(?) like Al Capone
I gots a rim some fuckin locs
And a brand new back of fuckin
to feel so much pain
U can't sleep
Idc if I'm being blackballed by da system
Alla dem boys want copy me
Way r d rap all man d tune in n listen
Ask how r d
miney wiggle)
Comin' to you live from #1 bimini road
In the emerald city, downtown atlantis, on w-e-f-u-n-k
We funk, we funk (I got to wiggle)
the toilet bowl
You know I got nuff soul
Y'all control the core cipher
You know we drop this, and got emcees following like the Pied Piper
You know we hyper,
like I'm Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin' up,
Riding round inside my new thing
They gon' say me Mr. Owe me
Rest in peace Big and Nakas
I had to get it by my lonely
Windows tinted like I'm Bruce
used to be cold and now they got colder
Knocking down pins, you can call me a bowler (Bowler)
I switch up the flow like I'm switching up all of these
the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet
By the sea, Mr. Todd, oh, I know you'd love it
You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone
In a house what we'd almost
. Bad Guy
Mr. Bad Guy
Mr. Bad Guy
Mr. Bad Guy
Let me tell what you're doing here. All my nigga flashing, but be careful what you're doing here
I'mma let
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
Big pipes soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
bury me under
Big pipes soundin like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you want to come at me?
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