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believin', my zing and my trees in
And soon I'll be leavin', with yo' chick
[Chorus]
She call me Mr. Extra Sexual, Scorpio ma is legible
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
Mr.Capone-E
That right you're my Lady
(You're my Lady)
All the time
By my side
[x3] (You're my Lady)
and the crowds'll run
We leave chicks strippin over strollers (Slippin Sova)
In Queens, you be the victim till you get to know us
Your hood's bogus, my hood be
say Al Capone
No Limit Records in the house got it goin' on
Ain't no love, I thought I told ya
Us TRU niggas, straight soldiers
King ready to fight
family eating on the floor
What you talking 'bout, that you on a Capone
Your girl just hit my phone and I'm on it
I be in her zone
Give her optimism but
get mo'
Let's get mo' bitches
And I be like, "Let's get mo' bitches"
Mr. Officer, stop arresting your bitches
Stop lettin' the messy hoes mess with
Fix your motherfuckin face nigga!
Look at these fuckin chimpanzees
Bunch of fuckin monkeys
(Mr. Porter!)
[Chorus]
I been shot, I been
y'all, outrank y'all, I'LL MAKE YA' BORN TO BE A SOLDIER!!
[Mac]
Whoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it's real
Shell-Shock turn your neighborhood block
World,
For Ever Stay By My Side For You Ill Ride Till I Die,
Cause Your The Only Girl,
In This Shady World,
So Dont Be Afraid Cause Baby I Got You.
That's
in a Lex'
Your next move is slipping, your last move is shitting
As your body gets soft, the shotty went off
Little soldier, you're out of position
mr shakur
man
your essence reamains pure
and by the freedom of god we got a soldier
and jesus you been good 2 me
when lord stops, my life goes
zu
[?] job [?] (Uh-uh)
Need a roof, a mafia (Mafia) [?] Al capone (Uh-uh)
Razer Motorola ringing (Ring-ring) [?] karaoke can singing
[?] on your ring
in your
Ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some Hi-Power riders
On a mission for a come upVatos trippin' and they
Slippin' if they wanna play youngBang-Bang
in your
Ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some Hi-Power riders
On a mission for a come upVatos trippin' and they
Slippin' if they wanna play youngBang-Bang
sleeves.
Four-door swoosh made by Nike.
Drop-top jumpan suit, by Mike E.
Got to like my player, I'm in it for the dough.
I'm in it for show, matter fact
on acoustics
Run for your gun 'cause I'm waxed, I be ruthless
N-E-Z-I, triple D, I stay up on the chrome, 24s like T.I
Soldier in my city like a motherfuckin'
Hello Mr Wire Wire
What is your heart desire Desire
I'm ready to flirt what is your name
Me I be Emma Nyra (Nyra
There is no need to hala
I no come for
shit get with me
hah so if for any reason you forget, forfeit
and call me mr. I'll take your chick
haha, nah, call me mr. upgrade or mr. front page
call
leave his mouth taped
Eliminate, news on B-E-T, got pictures of me
Killer ki, the F.B.I. scanned the blocks
Use photography, want me and my team out
Like play like play like play e be start
Man no The run
Man na soldier from the start
Like play like play like play e be start
Man no The run
Man na
and as far the stizzle
I'll eat your ass up show
You how a bullet fizzle
Get your ass touched one hand on your whizzle
The other on the clutch, my middle
a soldier on a mission, suptitude
But you'll never do
That's ride for the cause
Yes I'll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I leave this b****, I'm dyin'
bought, why you got flaws
[Chorus]
[Mr. Sancho]
I'll catch you by surprise
Make tears come out your eyes
Send chills up and down your spine
We won't stop
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