Lyrics:
opened up the door, headed up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there
First sight he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was
I make music to make you sick of fake music
Hate music like devil worshippin' Satan music
So say your prayers, your Hail Mary's and Jesuses
Take
'm feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I
Hook
Rap fiend
got me hooked ima track fiend
Rapping laps around cats
Like a track meet
I'm 1st place
how u think u gone catch me
Tef-Lon or Mr
to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies
Man, fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real
[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
Yeah.. brand new Snoop Dogg (Snoop Dogg)
Somethin' to the new year off, ya dig?
One for the treble, two for the bass,
Comeon everybody, lets
on my history
I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-be -O-why-A-N-T
Killin' motherfuckers off crucial
Sittin' em' down mutual
Spittin' that ol' playa,
the god
When the devil
Blow to the essence
Sinks deep down into the blue train cover
The real got surreal cause we feel you ain't a gangster
When I was
a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far, go far
Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be
(Talking to god)
How could I be cool with it, stanky with a tool in it
Sitting by the whip, finna take these lil' boys out to school in it
Forget about 12,
at the round table (yeah)
To discuss what the cost is
Money change you (yeah), devils, angels (uh)
We the ones who say what you can and what you can't do
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
The life of a thug caught in the devil's lasso
On the streets I was invincible
Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
What my pistol would do,
time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's all
The professor of rhymes,
Mr Dexter met Lecter and had one hell of a time
A devil disguised, lies!
You can tell that I'm high by my festival eyes.
Festival
no home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it
I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
Interview like how many niggas you done shot?
Old lady in the neighborhood said I'm the devil, she a damn liar
See me bustin' that fire, tryna protect
Who tried to double back and triple-text me
Fuck I look like stressin' over these hoes that stress me? Lil' bitch
I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go
a stone
To you my dear
* : Haitian Creole Word
*(1) My Mrs
*(2) i know
*(3) what quality you are
*(4) you never changed
*(5) you are always there by my
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