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I Want to Talk to You

Nas

I Am...The Autobiography [Clean]

1999

[Chorus]

[Nas]
I'm just a black man why why'all made it so hard damn
Niggaz gotta go create their own job
Mr. Mayor imagine if this was your backyard

I mean you no harm, Mr Bee
So why are you pestering me
Is the reason that you linger
For to sting me with your stinger
Me and my fly swatter are

soldier 
Make we nr dey dull make we come together

(Chorus)
So mr governor 
President 
Mr officer why you dey hold my shirt 
As you see me I dey para don’t

And announced our bodies to the night
Oh
You bear the cold so well and I bear the lies

It's an Eskimo man with an Eskimo Mrs.
I'll cover you in Eskimo kisses

The Pimp & da Gangsta

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

and gangsta!
 
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese 
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's 
We slide wit ease

Now if u count I be the first to kick my verse my homie Mr Shadow ready to hit u where it hurts 
You may not know the face but they call me GPA

By the sea, Mr. Todd
We'll be comfy-cozy
You and me, Mr. Todd
Where there's no one nosy

And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living

long time
For that boyfriend, boyfriend of mine

Oh, there must be some word today
Oh, from my boyfriend so far away
Please, Mr. Postman look and see
If

gives the ball some whack!"
Dribbles is amazed by what Moshmessio has said
He always thought the players went home early, straight to bed
Mr Snoodle

She puts her hands out
Grabs onto me then
Looks into my eyes
And starts to lean in
And by surprise again
I fell for her the deepest
I was in too deep

Shake Shake Shake

Shaggy

Lucky Day

2002

Mr. Lover, 
Mr. Lover, 
Mr. Lover

Uh, uh, well
Sugar
Here's another one
And another day

Move to this, let me see you jump and twist
Pump

Shit starts goin' down

So come on Mr. Somebody
Won't you save this dance for me
'Cause I know by the next song you'll be gone
And tell me Mr. Somebody

Music Makes Me High

Afrika Bambaataa

Eastside

2003

to my man Big Tiz he be high
 Niggas on the lockdown be high

(Freaky Tai)
 With niggas like this
 Sweatin up in the studio
 So High, Mr. Mr. Cheeks

letter to Mr. Santa Claus (tell him, girl)
From all the single girls back home (alright)

Bring me a man (bring me a man, bring me a man)
This

better get out of my way

Oh Mr. Murphy
Dear Mr. Murphy
Oh Mr. Murphy
You told us so

Mr. Murphy
Dear Mr. Murphy
Oh Mr. Murphy
I should have known

Oh Mr

but im so raw
This rapping in my jeans
Get jiggy, puzzled by what he saw
I got an A in theatre
But i still dont play
A young nigga ballin
Quick to pull

By the sea, Mr. Todd
We'll be comfy-cozy
You and me, Mr. Todd
Where there's no one nosy

And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living

foreal
So play ya cards foreal
Think about it play it smart foreal
They know I’m hardest still
I’m Mr Zilla wit the Rodd foreal
And fuck what you thought

wrong
Have you an explanation?

What impertinence, Mr hartright!
Know your place, sir! This is-

No, no, Mr fairlie
I'm glad he asked this please
Please i

Puttin' up With the Joneses

Spirit of the West

Hit Parade

1999

they kept to themselves like two books upon a shelf
The kind you judge by the cover and never take the time to read

So lock 'em up
And throw away

Mr. Clean, bars are clean
In other words
I'm rockin' em
Sockin' em
In my genes
Within my DNA
So I'm comin clean
I must admit I make a mean rap
Goin'

What the young trend settin musician I be
Got critics givin up the recognition I de-serve
Never bring yo mrs. By me
I'm it I'm it call me mr. I-t
If I

just forgave you, forgave you

Now you're fucked up and you're run down
But I still wish that you were driving by my side of town
No more wishing on your

Passing the day, gone to class and back by 3
Shrugging away, all responsibility

Moving on is much too hard, for someone so immature
Sleep around with