Lyrics:
Yeah!
This-this-this-this
This is an exclusive (let's go)
Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right)
And they
right
Pretending he was really dim
He slipped to Sam a double gin (Mickey Finn)
He woke, the boys had gone, but not his gun
They'd left a note
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
all right (What?)
My homie Mr. Mixx called me on the phone
Told me 'bout a party on 1.5
Man, that nigga's married, he can't leave home (Whoo!)
Got in
Fuckin' that bitch
Slimin' that bitch
All I want is peace
Break that bitch to pieces
Beat a bitch up Chris Brown
I got money gettin' down
The glock
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys
Magdalena: He’s catching up
Mr. He: I didn't pack the right shoes for this
Détroit: I’m bad for your cholesterol take the skinny bitch
SO ORDER UP
DINNERS
boys to pass the poop
Damn that shit so dank
Toilet water my drank
Damn bitch that shit stanky
Play with that shit Mr. Hankey
Selling shit from a white
"Mr. Fister, or maybe I misheard
Is that really your name?"
Said a man at a desk at an interview
To be a teacher down in Maine
"Well Mr. Fister,
strutting to
And fro I'm in a dress, no need to tuck, I'm finally free!!
I strut my stuff all down the street now I'm truly me
I whistle as the boys go by
the old "tell it like it is" speech
I'm thinking you better start by hearing the word "practical"
Right here, right now, today
Where's the exit?
why he had to go fuck his sis
When you're living life gotta pick and choose theres a line right by your shoes
The only problem I got now is which
You need to sort your life out mr brown
But don't let these bars bring you down
Don't start crying acting like a clown
I'm a ticking time bomb yeah
Yessuh
Wavy
It's wonderful
Listen
Uh-huh
You know this bitch knockin' like a bitch right?
RIP Screw
Shoutout to Jermaine Dupri
If you know, you know
acting
Like I’m Mr fucking happy guy
Then ask my why
I ain’t say hi
When you passed me by
That shit’s soft
Stupid questions get
Me pissed off
Then I’m
the fuck do she take me for
But I think I love her so i take it off
By twenty sixteen I need a baby boy
Ready or not nigga that is not an issue
Gotta leave
lectar
If you ain't real can't stand in my sector
Can't take a joke get sprayed by the heckler
See a bad B on site I detect her
She a lil honey imma taste
smoking gas, we puffing, on propane
Take a blunt right to the face, and forget it, for no pain
I be smiling, to be honest, but feeling like Cobain
Feel
the boy, I once was in my eyes
Nobody's gonna save my lif
We are wicked men
Looking for our buckles to loosen
By the count of ten
I wanna see somebody
Her father jumped up and he started to shout
So I him threw a right cross, cold-knocked him out
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You
This track goes out to any one who has a dream
Mr. Criminal had a dream
But it seem like no matter what
Something would always get in the way
You
with me, chance with me
I enchant thee
I enchant thee
I enchant thee
I could tell you're a soldier
By the way you hold your boulder shoulders
Colder
I'm so paranoid
Oh boy
I'm so paranoid
I'm noid
Paranoid
Oh boy
I'm so paranoid
I'm noid
Wake up in the morn
Aye Mr Wilson
Hope you got my bag
I
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
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