Lyrics:
Dear Mr devil i am the greatest thief there
Has ever been on Earth
Please tell me who else more
Than me personifies your work
I came to power in
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I
Hang Lil Nigga
No they Don't got a Clue
The Mud where I came from Nigga
Started selling Nickels then I bought the whole thang
She my lil Freak so she
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
the tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by deep margins,
How
[Mr. Bigg, toned down voice, Chorus X3]
Your friends ain't shit
Your sister ain't shit
And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
[Mr. Bigg in
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
Kinda like gold yea
I know you my bro yea, that's just my lil hoe yea
This kush and cologne and we moving loads
I have you my soul and you went and told
somebody gonna fade away
Lord, I got a lil' into trouble, down on Mr. Stovall's
Place
Lord, I have got in a little trouble, way down on Mr.
Stovall's
WatchMeWorldWide
Mr. International, been everywhere
Ima take it to the top
Not gona settle there
Like Houdini
Hopped up on that plane
I disappeared
a nigga under me
GREAT you lil niggas better run from me
And i still pour lean by the 4oz
Same nigga back used to sell OG
Nigga yeah that's on GOD
I used
my voice
I said after day 30, this ain't the last of me boy
I try to fall in love with myself but I keep lacking the joy huh
I showed JJ how to grow
Can't sleep good without a glock on my bed
I'm fighting demons I got voices in my head
I'm drowning myself in these codeine meds
These are the last
I'm Mr. Stack in my jeans NIKE, No Alexander and McQueen
I'm Mr. I match the fit with the beam Victoria, Ari, Celine
Out in LA, I met up with Sulena
when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems to drive
steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
Lil Momma I love p****, but I ain't lickin'
Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You
Are you still falling?
What you know-
I've been having conversations-
In my head
Voices in my head
Voices in my head
Voices in my- voices in my-
I Hit the party fresher than mr clean
I Hit 'em right between the eyes with the fucking beam
My Sharingan can see what you gonna do I'm the fucking
a memory
I'm finished, let me get a lil' more of the Hennessy
That Florida water, going harder, a different breed
Mr. Pill popper, ain't no problem got what
feel the real touch
Find a real Mrs. 'til the fog is gone
With God as my witness, I'ma sober up
I'ma sober up
I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal
The say they gon' do this and that, to be honest them niggas just flossing
I'm hearing voices in my head saying shit on 'em
So I'ma fuck this cash up
Stay the fuck out my business you niggas be nosy
I stay with my brother just like Zack and Cody
I trap out the lobby just like Mr. Mosbey
Got
just now, skimming through 'Rogue
Herries' by Horace Walpole
When suddenly I came over all peckish
Wensleydale: Peckish, sir?
Mousebender: Esurient
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