Lyrics:
one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
When she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it
one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
When she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it
all)
Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak?
Even the baddest be gettin' murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets,
was a walking mistletoe
I don't see nobody in my way at all
And I never fold when it's critical
I stick to the code and stay in control like mr. miyagi
slow it"
They said look like I'm
Shootin' in slow motion
Hop out, walk down and stand over 'em
All this shit here could've been avoided
You know that
like magic, all together, all together by six
She say she got a partner, me, I got one
Me wanna tap, what a conundrum
Never seen a girl that give me
the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let 'em know
When I'm rollin' in the low low
I serve it to 'em slowmo
Comin' from the west side, ****' alright
Do
said.
…You knew she lived.”
Mrs. Lovett: “I was only thinkin' of you!”
Sweeney Todd: “You lied to me.”
Mrs. Lovett: No, no, not lied at all
No, I
that sex appeal
Deep in the mood it's surreal
Mr Fantasy
Mr Mr Fantasy, Mr Mr Fantasy
Mr Mr Fantasy, Mr Mr Fantasy
And then I tune into the TV
All I see
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Jam all night long
Mr. DJ
Mr. DJ play, play it for me (get set, get set)
(oh, oh) (get set, get set)
Now it feels like it could be romance
As we
coast is nuttin' right now mane
That's what it is mane i mean I mean
It ain't even about members who worst rhyme
I'm just givin' a lil love
If I didn't
John Adams:
All right, gentlemen, let's get on with it
Which of us will write our Declaration of Independence?
Mr. Adams, I say you should write
by myself
On my own, my Vlone, my Vlone
Did it on my one, Vlone, Vlone
(By my own fuckin' self)
Lil' Vlone, Lil' Vlone, Lil'
Vlone, Lil' Vlone, lil
lobs
Call me, try to shoot you, bet I miss your ass in danger
Lil' clique gettin' into the chamber like the Long Ranger
Mr. Mr. Cop, I mean Mr. fuckin'
hands up in the air!
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call
wouldnt start in the beginning cuz
[Chorus - Mr. Chris]
In the beginning you just think about it once and thats all it takes is
one time until you dont
what I’ve learned in this business
you just never know…
[Lil’ Kim]
Shut the f-ck up
Who the f-ck want war
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It
lil' nigga my clone
I had to do this shit all on my own
Yeah, it's slime shit, lil' baby, put diamonds in my nose
New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
the tropics
So keep it moving lil homie and just fuckin drop it
Or bring it to me, show me what the fuck y'all bout to do
I'm all by myself, and y'all got ya
Okay
Okay
Hello everybody
Its Mr. Nice To Meet U
Mr. please galore
Mr. Glad to finally greet u
I won't let em cheat you
Cause they don't know I need
the odds are stacked against us, they're likely to stack 'em on us
Lil Tune, Jurassic in the room, Tyrannosaurus
I ain't steal it, I took it, I ain't
the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a home
Plus all my homies want to die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto
you
The city that I represent talking all that shit
See cuz all we do is kick it and mind our own business
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow (scratching fools off
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