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Hit him in the face i know
You a fucking dumb ass hoe
Streets need to hold my role
Hit him with four by four
Had to give the bro my dough
Understand

Murder

Master P

Somethin' for the Whodi's

2001

slide cause I done got fame
Fuck the name, I can't have shit in this fuckin game
Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
I'm a fuck you

said probably cause the way got them 8 pointers like MR. FREEZE

I whip the coupe with my dice Hand 
I be thumbin through the paper like the library 
45

Alright so the next song is by
Aye neech cook one up
Ion give her no a, no b , no c, I give her that d and she rolling on e
Ion give a f cause she

and Banati
In a tracky with a stick the sliding like It's hockey
We pull out the shotties get to spraying laying bodies
Lil bro you karate kid and I'm Mr

niggas

[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I might

a nigga bitch what it really means ima fuck the rest
Ain’t no going back, used to be broke
Now I’m getting money by the day
Running away and im getting

a prison year
I be wild like engineer
Look at this lil nga here
I just made it to the coast
F H be the boat
Guttaman he be the goat


Mr. Sweet

we dont hunt

Tha Business

MC Eiht

Last Man Standing

1997

the yay'
Federalies can't harm me
Black-ass army in armani
And they still
Can't see me
Cause I'm - paper down
Fiends to keep happy
Never - fuckin frown
Mr

[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob
Viscious Man Funk on the boards
Coming at you for the 98
And it won't stop
Check It

[Mr. Shadow]
It is I

to eliminate the scheme
Turned his plats into a baldy made e'm sport the mr.clean
Maq about the Duffle bag I'm young & still a damn machine
Get ready to zone in

Lil foe he was born up in Chicago
Lil foe he was raised by them cut throats
Lil foe know how to hustle and he get dough
Lil foe he ain't afraid

Trigga Happy

Spice 1

187 He Wrote

1993

pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound 
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game

kno what I’m on goof troop send em a boot and imma get heem gone
16 young lil nigga kno I’m comin up niggas wanna laugh ion never see what’s funny bruh

fuck with no midget
I told that lil Honda bitch go mind your business
I'm Mr. Wakanda she like how my dick is
Lakadi don't run, I got wheels where my

I put it on, dripping on my own
Ain't no sweat
Double tones, V I die alone
Mr. cough cough, Mr. cough cough
Put it on
Heart been pumped with chrome

Comin' Up

Pimp C

Greatest Hits

2008

on a Yacht-I got the pot you got the chicken fried steak
I can't even hear you haters you've been muted by my paper chase

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]

Hardball [Edit]

Lil Wayne

Hardball

2001

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So

with a mind blown
And don't you tell me you sorry, lil' baby, star choked
He started yappin' by the skits, man, I thought he was jokin

I'm hella strong,

(It's Mr. Kso I'm all about the make dough)
(If you ain't bout the strips it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll ugh)
(Give out Ko's these niggas

Mr. Me Too

Pharrell Williams

Hell Hath No Fury

2006

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'

playin' the game to be played
Yeah, I'm just playin' the game to be played
Now P can handle the rest

Like I told ya, Mr. Tank and Lil' B comin' hard like

game was over like I'm Lil' Flip (Flip)
Sometimes I'm wishing that my brain came with a kill switch
I don't vacation, dawg, I guilt trip, real shit,

conversations every word is expensive
AZ major leagues I'm with Mr. Exquisite uhhh

We so God Body, Ain't nobody above me except God probably
Lil Spanish Mami