Lyrics:
I mean?
Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal
Like, know what I mean, like
I heard you were lookin' for me
Hey, Mr. Carter,
. Incognito, Incognito (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mr. Incognito is back again
Now all I want is peace and papes and a physical frame
Jotting down my list
said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she
dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up?
You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]
You scared,
lil' bitch, please
Tun', they pussy in a can, Friskies (yo)
I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass,
Slidin' with that mop stick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain't off yet? He ain't movin'
fuel, and traffic bitches bust you
To get used by the cliq with tha bomb dick like tha fuse
Like Noah, take em in two's for 40 dayz and 40 nights
In tha
everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin'
I was just assumin'
said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she
redruM, Mr. I-B-N, fool
Oh, that's what Lil Fly would do
Now Killaman what would you do?
First I hit up Crunchy and I get full of that Holy Ghost
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
[Intro:]
[Run & D.M.C]
The microphone master DMC
Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties
You'll be praisin D down on your knees
'cause I'm poppin,
a rope chain
In this world I'm considered a rap rebel
To correct those who dance with the devil
"Dance with the devil"
"Dance dance with
face)
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place
Bow ya home, how ya gone
Fuck with me if I ain't
don't rap, I film movies
With my rap, you can call me
"Mr. Director's Chair," yeah, and that's a wrap
Cut, on to the next
Not the next scene, bitch,
Malcolm, Marvin, saw what's going on
I know the left and the right talkin'' two different stories
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I know I'm strong in this life but
Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions
swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be
there, there
We had to spread out the word (mm)
I was too damn determined, rap game, it needed refurbish
I was on top with no service, watch as they
Makes me wanna holler by gemini killer
It makes wanna holler - how
We struggle 4 dollars
While the devil wears prada
Chillin in the ramada
Watch
no peace
For an adolescent nigga to rap, to be a thinker
Bud smokin' twenty-four seven, everyday drinker
Got my diploma but I never learned shit in
hide from it
For every hundred MC's rhymin' about birds
Only about two-thirds, I really said it without words
Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you
hide from it
For every hundred MC's rhymin' about birds
Only about two-thirds, I really said it without words
Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you
conversate with Jesus
Batting practice with the motherfucking ghost of Babe Ruth
Do as a saint do, turn painful to graceful
Devil on my trails, I'm trying
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