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[Mr. Lil One]
Homicide carrols unloadin from these barrels
'Mr. Rap Devil' still got the bow and arrows
Havok to the maggots turn the devil into a faggot
Vibe on the beat like a nigga NSYNC
Heavyweight rap lil nigga ding, ding
Yeah, yeah lil nigga ding, ding
I don't need no hook no a nigga not Kareem
Come
Yeah, it's Al Skratch, that real smooth brother
The undercover lover makin moves on your mother
If I have to, it's only natural, that I rap to
any
Drizzy
He gave me a gift
Back when the rap game was praying I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot coexist
But I'd never beef with a nigga for
Wall
Fuck the system I done did
Time sittin' behind that wall
Niggas fake, think they plottin' on me
I'ma kill 'em all
2Pac, forgive me if my nigga play
the money, two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize, niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine, God, check the prognosis: is it real or showbiz?
My
Yeah
Chasing
Chasing that bag, chasing that bag
Chasing
Whoo
Aye
Lil' fish
Woke up this morning I had a ménage
Loaded the foreigns, I
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
thinking to small
You niggas only wanna rap and that's all
Your only goal is to buy out the mall
I go and buy me a mall
You want the stuff for the summer
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
Remind me I'm glad I'm alive
At the Chapel of Partial Remembrance
The ushers went into a seizure
Mr. Bacchus, they said, "Should we stand on our heads
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
assed out
I'm Mr. Tray Deee
And since they say "G" as my title
My method mainly homicidal (boom, boom)
Boom, and you know that
2-1 out the moon
Yeah
Members Only, Volume II
Bitch, lil' bitch
Know we vool
Yeah
Young nigga just been waiting
Your bitch Uber on the way, patience
I came
light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil
Look, I'na put two labels on my back and start walking (Start walking!)
And it ain't in six states now I
to stunt - I don't need to front
There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important
at Gettysburg
Surrounded by the heavy herb
The crowd is more or less wall to wall here, for the pure
Hip hop, how I'm rockin' got them droppin' they jaw
the rap level of ten
Then one, two, three, you're pinned
I get action, so everybody jump wit your rump
If you like the way the sound bump, pump it in
yeah)
But my waist in a European size (ah)
Chou ii onna (chou ii onna)
When I walk by, they stop (yeah)
He don't run from me (hey, hey)
'Cause he
money, now my old bitch is miserable
Old Jack Nicholson grin, I stay sinister
Two billion dollar advance, for a three letter signature
Holy frankincense
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
spends, making snaps, pumping Kool G Rap and Biz
Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about to show what time it is
At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh
lil niggas is Terio's
Yeah, I got Felipe Chow flow
See I slept now at least y'all know
I live by the code, fuck bitches, love queen so
You don't
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