Lyrics:
Yeah, ha-ha-ha (bang)
Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin' at you
Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, haha
No one's iller than me (what?)
No one, no one is
I feel too bad
I'm feeling mighty sick and sore
So bad I feel
I said I'm feeling sick and sore
And so afraid
My man don't love me no more
smoking cigarettes
And I don't go downtown drinking 'til it's dawn
The best parts of you are here but you're still gone
I heard your father got sick
[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
Intro:
Damien: Everybody fuck me!
Mr. Mackey: Why do you want that
Damien: Because I'm so fucking horney
Mr Mackie: Uh huh! That's a good start. Why
To turn this muh'f***er up only if it feels right
I'll be late for that, I can't wait for that
I think I was made for that
So I'm comin in when I feel
that I can describe
Describe, describe it
The city feels uneasy
The only way that I can describe
Describe, describe it
The city feels so uneasy
I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling
when I tipped my bottle back
I smacked into a cop I didn't see
That policeman said, "Mr. Cool
If you're ain't drunk then you're a fool"
I said,
Sick, so sick
I feel so sick, so sick
Addicted to my desire
To fall with you into the fire, the fire
The fire is growing higher
When I'm with you
It
Oh some times I think back to when I was younger
Life was so much simpler then
Dad would be up at dawn
He'd be watering the lawn
Or maybe going
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
that he's hidin' another child
Give him grace, this the reason I made Mr. Morale
So our babies like you can cope later
Give you some confidence to go
Yeaaheaa, It's ya boy Mr.Easy Rider
Right here on the easy hour
With a lil Kush and Orange Juice
For you to wake and bake to
You know how we do yall
understand how Mrs. Lisbon and Mr. Lisbon,
A math teacher, had produced such beautiful creatures.
From that time one, the Lisbon house began to change.
lil', lil', lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt
Yeah, I can't trust no one so I be on my lonely
She say I fuck around, that's why she keep ignorin' me
You tyin'
it 100, I can split this 50/50 (uh)
I blew by myself, so I might need my richest 50 (uh)
Soakin' up all this fame (huh)
Old Town just banged (huh)
and disguises
Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful
Hearing voices in my head while these whispers
have a clue
Girl I'm Mr Wrong so we have a different view
No lie I'm a tell you straight up what I'm trying to do
I finesse you but you can't say only if
night and day,
I'm so unhappy and dissatisfied
I'll be happy if I had you by my side,
If I could be with you one li'l hour tonight,
And free to do
and day
I'm so unhappy and dissatisfied
I'll be happy if I had you by my side
If I could be with you one li'l hour tonight
And free to do all those
Little
championship belt so tight
And if I'm wrong, there is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White
I'm tryna be polite
But you bitches in my hair like
a watercolor,hoping the light will bring
Guided by pens and inks, the pyramids and palms and sphinx
When I was an old man, I had a cat named Foss
Now he's gone I
championship belt so tight
And if I'm wrong, there is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White
I'm tryna be polite
But you bitches in my hair like
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