Lyrics:
"Just tell me your name."
[Bleeping]
[Mr Spindel:] "Please."
[Bleeping]
[Mr Spindel:] "I'm gonna hang up!"
[Bleeping]
[Mr Spindel:] "I'm warning
they ask me
What I keep a pistol fo'? I say
Without it I feel naked as a stripper ho
Thats how it is when you was
Raised by some triple OG's
The first
(They know)
I just want (Yeah)
They just want (Yeah)
We just want respect
Mr. Officer (Listen)
Mr. Disrespect (Listen)
Mr. Labeled me a threat
Mr. Charlie
, you niggas saw how I did it (yeah)
Had the eye of the tiger, guess I was over commited (hey)
Adrenaline, discipline, I'm gon' need me some Ritalin
wealthy
Let me tell you how I feel about the White House
Yeah they can stick their middle fingers up their ass
As I blast through the capital causing all
Mrs. Lovett
What a charming notion
Eminently practical
And yet appropriate as always
Well, it does seem a waste
Mrs. Lovett
How I've lived
count to ten I want you to jump up, stay there
Oh, ho, but don't come down 'til I flash the light
You deserve a break today, have it your way
Funk is
know just how I feel
Ooh baby, so baby, all I want is you
And when I open up my eyes
Will you be lying by my side?
Ooh baby (ooh baby) So baby
All I
I’m the realist nigga outta Buffalo since McDoo
Walk up on me and I’ll show you what that mac a do
Load it, cock it, bang it on u like Shaq would do
Grandma
Yes Dear
Why is the world so scary
Well sonny boy there are many reasons
Why it's a very scary world out there
Could you tell me the story
on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil' boy
If it's beef I can chop this shit up
Like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is
trust you like a black van
Had some bumps in the road, I turned it to a flat land
Your bitch lit, all my bitches litter like a cat, man
And my lil
my mother cry" (Lord)
"Tell me one reason I shouldn't send you up to Christ"
He said, "Go 'head, take my life, I've seen everything but Christ"
Then
a beat
Sorry got my nut up on yo fitted sheet nigga
How you been this week?
Tell me while she finish me
I am never industry
Semen like I'm in this
player number nine if you want Eauzone to win it
Almost every single time O-line be getting smoked
But that's okay with me 'cause I read the book of Job
lobs
Call me, try to shoot you, bet I miss your ass in danger
Lil' clique gettin' into the chamber like the Long Ranger
Mr. Mr. Cop, I mean Mr. fuckin'
Shorty cause I want you
Ooh I wanna show you, Ooh how I'ma shake it on you
I'm a tell you my thoughts mami then you can tell me,
Huh, what you think
and how it sit on the rims
Or I could tell you why I'm hot and disappear like MIMS
But the bars there, put that on God, ask a atheist
And if I ain't
Hey Mr. mr can you tell me what’s wrong
I’ve heard you’ve got the answers can you listen to my song
Sometimes its hard to dream when you’re told that
you want to go?
Africa?, Jamica?, France?, or Puerto Rico?
Chorus: [Mr. Marcelo]
It's me and you, one on one, against the world
Every man needs
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
what we do
[Lil' Rob]
Lets do it
[Lil Rob]
Hey wuz up homie?
**Person in the Suburban**
Wuz up, what you want?
[Mr. Shadow]
Your life ese!
*Gun
it 'til your boneless
Like I come from San Antonio, pop up at the spur of the moment
How you want it? When in Hell, I'm a Roman
Head on fire, I
I think
All this fuckin' fools can talk all the fuckin shit they want about me
'Cause I can give a fuck you know what I mean
It proves that I
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