Lyrics:
still stuck in the Old Testament
Don't know who I represent but still running for president
Bitches from my past kept showing up in present tense
Addicted
of my people, them die away
Enough of them evil, like pure evil
Nuff of them demons with angel eyes
The Cape is so praised in the highest array
By Top
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
[Mr.Cheeks ]
Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up 3 80 and my
in the V-I-P
Baby come and see me, G-U double-C I
M-A-N-E, I'm (So Icey)
You done heard about me, but enough about me
Let's talk about we, come lie
Mr. President
I'm heaven sent
All hail double N
That's the end of all they shit
Autumn hit a nigga got to work
But I ain't fall a bit
I mean I mighta
from me They took her away from me
I don't know where my baby can be They took
Her away from mr They took her away from me
Ring me, ring me, ring me
They'll lock you up and throw
Away the key witness
Justice is the whim of a judge
Check his chest density
(Hands down this is the best
Day I can ever
The year 1963
The people's president
Was taken away
By security men
All dressed in a uniform (Hmmm hmm hmm)
The brutality, brutality (Hmmm hmm hmm)
gon' drink the night away, we gon' drink the night away)
Ah Mr. Rose Raw
2 piece suit cuff link on the arm
Sex on the beach and some shots for these
he don't need that coffin
Most n****s would've run away, but me I'm out here walking
Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome
Now nah,
a fuck and I don’t think I ever did
Running this bitch got more power than Edison
Gold plated Rollie my wrist Mr. President
None of that matters cause
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
Have you ever found some trace of dirt in your white hands?
Day by day to clean and wash the spots away
something is gonna bring you back down Mrs. Brown
to take that spot and pull anybody down
Wasting away waiting while the rest of us are renowned
Cooking up sauce in the basement
They call me Mr. YA like
that I'm crazy
You wanna replace me, baby
There's n-n-n-n-n-n-no way
If you think for a moment
I'd grant you annulment, just hold up
There's
rhyme like this
Backpack raps at a time like this
Mr. president can you catch these hands
From a(trans)being
I mean I'm just saying
Jokes on you we still
it on.
I wanna kick you in the head Mr.president
Enocent Peoples are dying war like a Zombie ina resident evil.
Let me tell you why its happening
cause
don't play when it's beef I just cock back and let it spray
And wet a mother fucker up like a rainy day
S to the K A to the letter N
There ain't no
Yeah, man, you know I do too motherfuckin' much, I'm Mr. Go Too Far
They might try to come and supersede me after all this shit I'm talkin'
You
Y
Yeah
Mr. Bail
Mrs. Never give a h***
Mrs. Always f****** talking but gone never show just tell
Mr. D***
Mr. Well
Mrs. Go ahead a fail
Mr. Get away
Yeah, you must be a motherfucking fool
To think
We ain't staying on this underground shit
Trae the Truth nigga, Asshole By Nature
Slow Loud
mainstream, in the streets I'm relevant
This for my niggas that been locked
Up since Bush was the president
You gon' die broke and
Kids growin' up poor, nigga
gin
A competition of one’s ambition
Let’s see who can bring the racks in
We French kiss
(How did it taste?)
With Mr. Benjamine’s kids
Stay up til five
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