Lyrics:
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
deadly before you go
Tell me something you would know
We will run away and be tamed by the wind
Chasing will-o-wisp in the most deadly sin
I've been around
Depths of hell, dragon rise
Death in mind, smoking eyes
Malice gleam, deadly guise
Futile to hypothesize
Soul blackened by the dark arts
Strike
sin-sin-sin-sin
Ya tú sabe'
When I walked up in the spot
And I seen her in the cut
When she walked by, we locked eyes
And she said "Papi, what's up?"
I said
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
I was a rider, that's fa sho
We them niggas getting hated by haters, we them niggas that done made it outrageous
Stack the money in the streets
lil' bitch, please
Tun', they pussy in a can, Friskies (yo)
I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass,
deadly sins
I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
I'm proud to be a glutton and I don't have time for sloth
I'm greedy and I'm angry and I don't
that's thin, you religious well you sin
Fuckin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end
I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your
number one nigga little Layzie. Nigga don't want to fight, runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers,
droppin' them thangs. Bone done told ya. Testin' nuts, so
Seven deadly sins
Is well known by mankind
Still there is no bound
For evil to break down
Lust is breaking down our kind
Gluttony can feed the rich
a line that's thin, you religious well you sin
Fuckin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end
I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc
Red dot right at your
Tell me Mr. Deadman?
Do you have the answer?
How do you get to Heaven?
Do you have the answer?
Hey Mr. Deadman
I'll tell you if you want to know,
to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This
full range and
Roni Size, he's comin' full range
The one Mr. Vegas, you know it ain't easy, hah
A warning to the crews out there who think they're
Sadman, I'm so alone
There's no one in this world to call my own
So Please turn on your deadly beam
Mr. Sadman, Set me free
Mr Sadman, Bring me to Hell
Back by popular demand, Mr. Stay posted up just like the gram
Quick to break the bones, get the hell on, scram
The concrete I fell on, police man
even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building
Ain't no question who about
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
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