Lyrics:
Schemin', connivin', plottin' niggas tricky
I keep a hundiddy when I'm slidin' in a Bentley
Judging by my wrist, Mr. Bigs, it's contagious
Mr
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
shit but I'm focused
I got bitches I know that she know it
I got bitches I know that she know it
In the field with me that's a bonus
In the field with me
on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner
Mr. West is in the building
Swagger on a hundred thousand,
on a loopty-loop
Keep chicks distracted while in the coupe
Fractions come in handy
And it's a bonus because they ain't never had me
And I'll gladly learn all of what
say, disk and dat, disk and dat
And Mr. Engineer make sure me track comes out fat
Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat
And Mr. Engineer make sure me
one
Cause I'm the, rap oxy moron, feel that?
Cause I bring tracks to life while I kill, cracks
Ladies say (Royce I want to get with, you!)
And it's
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?
Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen
your run-down
Niggas better have my money by sun down
'Cause now when I come through I'm stylin' on 'em
It's like I got hotter than islands on 'em
the post service duck and dodge and I'm a track that cash
When I hit Lil momma from the back I'm Mr smack that ass
Mr went to jail and focused up and got his
Olha o Lil bread na track, uh
Olha o Lil bread na track, uh
Muita droga e também muita bad bih’, uh
Elas tá querendo usar meu cap, uh
Mano não mexa
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil' bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
Hmm, shit, I got Nike money
feat. Lil Dreamer, Mr. Capone-E, Snapper
[Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*
Ay Dreamer you got your tape?
[Dreamer] *Talkin*
Let's do this shit
[Mr
true indeed
I rock it to the East, the East is the seed
To see that them days back, yo' sheepskins and Hot Tracks
Peace to Mr. Magic, things are
I'm bout to square it off
Everybody better stay in they homes
Cus when I spit, I'm representin
I'm protected by chrome
My old G Hump done told me
bitch, her name Lex
Me and Kday, NLM, we up motherfuckin' next
Bonus track up on my album
I know the bouncers in the club
I seen the opps, I won't allow em
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I
I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks
to a lesser charge
Paul wall your next in charge s is hard rappin hard
Dressin hard techin hard blastem like ?
I'm a bad mother I'm the only rapper know by
all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call me
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
That go for each and everyone of you
cool, but I like when it's hot. And I ain't Gunna
Like spoiled brats with they veggies
know she wanna kick it
But baby I can't go off track see I got
in black
I'm to the dope track to get the dope sack
Blowin', it's Mr bill Clinton of Vallejo
California with no warnin' shots
Just thought I'd warn ya
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