Lyrics:
on my crew
I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees
So God please have a lil' mercy
about it
I'm the man of the year
Lemme tell you all about it
Even if the going gets tough
Imma keep it one hunnid
Always wanted this dream
Now a nigga
and he said
"That was a report of a pistol"
And I thought I was gonna faint when he said it
"Mr. Garfield's been shot down, shot down, shot down
Mr
[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*
Yo this is what we fin to do
[Chorus: Mad One (Mr. Lil One)]
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my side to your side)
revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz
okay
We don't even really look back, no
We ain't tryna think about the past
I liked it better when I'm asleep
And better pieces bring your mind
All I ever did was teach folk in the community
A place where ain't no lawyers, or ain't no 'munity
Talked about animosity and how to keep it gutter
turn up the heat, It's a fun day
I don't even talk to nobody you so fake
That nigga a clown, Cirque du Soleil
I got to get to the bread, you think I
a little
When I think of letting go
Champagne bucket still got two tears in it
And I put that on my tattoo of Jimi Hendrix
Get the pressed leather
that water with me
right after Mr.Martin's class (??)and me
straight to Barret think I was worried bout the trulency? please
got paid for them old
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell
just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell
on ................. break it down now!)
Verse 1: Brother Marquis
Chillin' on the block, on the avenue
Shootin' a lil' dice, sippin' on some brew
She had a big ass
won't say no names
But I swear that I don't miss 'em
I swear that shit was lame and
I prolly should'nt ah did it
But, she cried about a nigga over liquor
Cause I'm gonna make my on ends
That's Wh What's up
Ladies lets say you want a man
But don't know how to do it
Dirty dance with em
Put a lil' back into it
Cause I'm gonna make my on ends
That's Wh What's up
Ladies lets say you want a man
But don't know how to do it
Dirty dance with em
Put a lil' back into it
Cause I'm gonna make my on ends
That's Wh What's up
Ladies lets say you want a man
But don't know how to do it
Dirty dance with em
Put a lil' back into it
of the endless cliffs
The ones that listen at last relief
It's all about disgraceful poetry
Don't you think, don't you see
Burn your soul through this holy fire
for ages like (Whoop)
Girl what I got for you is so contagious like (Whoop)
Turn around and see that rear, embrace it now (Whoop)
I'm about to lay
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
there's something about it I don't understand
Girl you used to play me don't act like a fan
I think she finally understanding my plans
In other words she
think maybe a ol' ten piece hook me up muthafucka
I know you got that shit
Yeah mothafuckin' Dope Fiend Willie in the house,
Don't give a fuck about
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