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Letter to the President

2Pac

Still I Rise

1999

Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right

boogie

Young Drummer Boy

Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date

Toby!
None for the gentleman!

I could up me prices—
I’m a little leery.
Business
Couldn’t be better, though.

Company:
God, that’s good!

Mrs. Lovett:

SouthSide Academy

[Mr. Shadow]
I'm from the Academy of Hard Knocks
Felons wit glocks, attitude fukk it when I see them cops
Pop, my mothafukkin heater, for

by myself
On my own, my Vlone, my Vlone
Did it on my one, Vlone, Vlone
(By my own fuckin' self)
Lil' Vlone, Lil' Vlone, Lil'
Vlone, Lil' Vlone, lil

we got
And I got a big booty bitch, she quick to set the plot

If Lil Skully hop out, then you know it's several niggas shot
And I'm Mr. Bounce, let it

brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot

I'm in bad company
A lil bit of anxiety
The shadows over me oh
Hello Mr. Lonely
I'm in bad company
A lil bit of anxiety
The shadows over me

Ta ra ta ra

Letter to the President

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right

Excuse Me Mr.

Old School Freight Train

Speak Out: Pickin' on Ben Harper a Bluegrass Tribute

2005

excuse me Mr.
But I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you

So I'm taking the Mr.
From out in front of your name
'Cause it's

shit get with me
hah so if for any reason you forget, forfeit
and call me mr. I'll take your chick
haha, nah, call me mr. upgrade or mr. front page
call

looks is Unique
Whose Mrs. Huxtable smart and a freak
Can whip it up like a chef
Cas I be eating
Meat eater or vegan
Yes, I need three
Three beezies that

what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it

a stripper pole come get a lap dance nigga
All deez niggas say they fly well I'm Batman nigga 
I'm riding with dat 9 ain't for nan lil nigga
Take your bitch

that you can throw at me

[Verse 1 - Mr. Chris]

(SOON TO COME)

[Chorus - Lil Shade]
This is just the start of things youll never get between my wings

karate
The ice on lil baby from Johnny
Allergic to them, can't let none of these niggas by me
They try me I'm hurting somebody
Open up fire but bitch we

homie lil homie

SunnieHit Big Step I rep from the gun state to the Big Bear
Negativity kill it right there.
put them coins in the southwest Guaranteed

Bitch I'm Mr. Geeked Up, Mr. Urkel
Mister Mister, The Color Purple
Mr., how you pop them adderalls and got 'em turnt up
Mr., gotta keep it quiet,

I'm simpin' like mr mclovin
She driving a Ford on ig a porch on this side it's really no judging
She faking she really lil pumped it and I'm hating that

Mr. D.J.

Lil' Keke

Screwed Down Version: Platinum in Da Ghetto

2001

and keep it spinning

Went gold in two weeks, I'm on a spineless spree
Cause it's are-E-S-P-E-see-T for Lil Ke
Now to guarantee, with the more satisfaction

Held it down for my rips, yeah-yeah
I was drownin', lil' bitch (yeah, yeah)
I was bussin' it, bussin' me bitch after bitch
I was out robbin' lick

I saw mommy kissing Santa
I couldn’t believe my eyes
His big red coat and bright white hair
I was taken by surprise
Oh, I saw mommy kissing Santa
His

with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout

So you know I understand Mr. Choko Noko
But just to explain anything
You know that's all it is
I wasn't involved in this
By any means
Mr. Choko Noko