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her gifts and compliments 

And his name is Mike
He wears messy shoes
He don’t have a clue

Animal frequency tool
Animal frequency tool

Oh Mike is

His name's Mike Be
Now I give it to you peeps to peep
So check it out
Still bimpin' in the year one three
It's Peter Sparker in the place to be
I got

Diamonds on my neck, dance like Mike Jackson
Diamonds on my wrist, dance like Mike Jackson
Just moonwalk, moonwalk, moonwalk, moonwalk, yeah

Joy

Missy Elliott

The Cookbook

2005

And those who fake I take on you and your dudes
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (holla!)

then I’m jumpin o’ the fence
But the vice with the prez
Call my gang Mike Pence (Mike)
All my bitches up on crack
It’s a fact like that (ayy)
Make

I'm Da Man

E-40

My Ghetto Report Card

2006

got a hundred dudes
We got a hundred tools, tryin' to get on somethin' new
You married to the ave and still datin'
I'm loyal to my soil, I don't need

Got that knife up out my back
First they love you, then they hurt you
Don't you ever get attached
They don't hear me tho
Mike Freeman
Who's that nigga

Re-Akshon Remix

Bone Crusher

Monster

2003

Aye, aye bun who did this man?
So me and you got, t.i.p., killer mike, lil jon, and bun be	
So that's the king of the south.. the underground

If it’s a fact, then you fiction
All up in Onyx like Mike Jones
When I say that I be tippin
I swear that shawty don’t listen
Splashin the racks like

lighting toe
Sippin brews
To my hittas in the back
Shop class packin tools
They ain't see killa mike
When they told you run the jewels
Shoulda been bumping

for the goons 
To my niggas in the front 
Lighting toe
Sippin brews 
To my hittas in the back 
Shop class Packin tools
They ain't see Killer Mike
When

buried
Shit gets scary when you say Mike three times Kinda like a Bloody Mary
Blood splattered, torture Cadavers  as the pulleys vary
The tools that I

the price of your tools, tools
Bullets ray a nigga cause he look like food, food
Big guns, small shells, tech twenty-two, tool

Big guns, small shells, tech

hating me and that's the reason why you lose

I feel like mike in Game five with the flu
We gone slide with the tool
Reach and you dying with these jewels

Spit bars you might end up behind some
Try to diss me and you might die son
Bite of 87 like Mike Tyson
I'm grilling up, using your fried blood
Spit

Yeah, fear none never fold
Know what I'm saying
OG Mike, what that boy say
Yeah, yeah, hold up
Let's get it
I be geeking on these beats, close my

Men folk preiker om fucking kor mikrofoner ska stå
I rommet med fucking Pro Tools eg har no tools mann
Eg kan gjøre dette her med ingenting med

Dirt Work

Big Boi

The Skinny [Clean]

2000

work, nigga, we don't play
I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way

ring though me

The last black hippy to get a wiki
I'm in your city getting a hickey
From your chick in her Vickies
Don't try act like I ain't popping

Then I woooooo walk
Then I go lift the the tool

Bodies drop all round
Get 'em lost
No found
Big drip
Til they drown
Pop still hold the crown

Mike

I'm feeling good, but I sware my wrist sick
In thirty minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick
(Uh, huh) yeah, sick (Uh,

Wanted

Compton's Most Wanted

Straight Checkn 'Em

1991

car in, and smoking with my Mike gun.
pop off 2 lyrics so they can slack up.
If it gets too deep Mike's got the back up.
Packin' tools, droppin' fools,

8 Figures

Maxo Kream

Brandon Banks

2019

dice
Ran off on the plug, ain't even think twice
Same nigga caught a slug, had to pay with his life
Everybody so cool, everybody got a tool
Everybody

Como tu te ves en el gimnasio haciendo Cardi
La más dura de las duras
Puedo asegurarlo y
Le canto las de Mike
Le prometi que cuando pegue iremos a Miami