Lyrics:
Mack Mittens and Hov'
Don't make me relapse
Back to the block with the fo'
Cuz this street shit is all I know
And soldiers show that there bowdy rowdy
When I come around
I'm mr. waump waump
The one tighter than some new j's
Bout getting some to plays
That get me funky
pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain
Leave bodies to smell
I'm out here
Asshole by nature like my name was Tre
And I don't gangbang, I control the Game
What I'm representin' here's puttin' holes in brains
Oh, I say the same
with the crew
Me
I don't have that problem
Me
I always tell the truth
Even when I lie
I could drop anytime lil nigga independent (uh huh)
In the streets
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me
In
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
verses always crypted I don't ever over look it
I'm by the money if you looking couple thousands for the booking
You niggas fumble the bag I seen a chance
Mack Mittens and Hov'
Don't make me relapse
Back to the block with the fo'
Cuz this street shit is all I know
Mack Mittens and Hov'
Don't make me relapse
Back to the block with the fo'
Cuz this street shit is all I know
niggas knowing it's hot
Mr. Bad Guy, why you always acting shy
I already heard about you in the streets, from the other guy
You must be the devil, cause
came to put Slim in a box but he already live in one
Mr. Shady, don't be shady
Pick that pen up, don't be lazy
Call up Dre and get that Dre beat
money
I can trip low i even met your nigga Spook G
Forget your head
Ride and come halla at ya big homie
Pretty Tony in the lifestyle play
Lil Leelee doves
this shit like a punt
I don't lay up with that ho, I just dunk
Nigga you just a lil' street punk
Nigga you just a lil' street punk
Nigga you just
pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
don't knock you I just blame it on your own head
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen
Bitch I don't play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon' pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I'm still conscious enough to give hope
featuring Busta Rhymes G Dep Mr. Bristal
[Lil' Cease]
Uh yeah
All my BK niggas uh
All my niggas on the corner
Pull your
That's what I said lil' bitch
That's what I said lil' bitch (yeah)
That's what I said lil' bitch (Lil Uzi)
That's what I said lil' bitch (yeah)
On your grave I spit
Cum soap
Get the fuck out my boat
Don't you dare drop that soap
Or you gonna get poked
Poked by my penis
We gon play tennis
Collecting
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
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo car
Mrs. Parker I don't even know her first name
Mrs. Parker she just wanna have fun
Let's Drive to Vegas
Get married by
the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I
What it-what it exactly are we doin?
Don't play yourself
Reward yourself and tune in to
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