Lyrics:
that
They say Lil Chano been fakin', what you mean by that
Heavy metal with a scope, I keep a beam on that
Heavy metal with a scope, I keep a beam
Pull up to the house in something you can't pronounce
All of my chains is out
Foreign lil' bitch, I'm learnin' her language now
I know what her
punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise
about my reputation
Across the nation, "Mr. I get around"
My temptation got me drippin' wet, perspiration
I'm activated by the moves you makin'
Baby,
fit, man I feel like I'm famous
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man
Thought them niggas was my dawg, but they was fakin' on me
Never know who out to get you, might just be your homie
And I don't never trust a soul, so
[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*
Yo this is what we fin to do
[Chorus: Mad One (Mr. Lil One)]
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my side to your side)
feat. Mr. Lil One
[Mr. Lil One]
Everybody want to be knowing
How I be doing it when I be flowing
back up in this motherfucker
ready to server you
addicted to gambling I'm on my craps and shit
I'm so addicted to money so I'm Mr. Krabs n' shit
All of this money can make you real fake on some plastic shit
school hip-hop a beat and a rhyme
Some chapters and some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
Flame by
knockin like Mr. Furley
It's just me, you and the semi - "Three's Company"
You want the crown, you be U.G.K. like Bun be
[Chorus]
[Sky]
I rock jewels, cop
An bitches be fakin
Cus im on my way to a meal an shit
All these broke niggas round me don't phase me Cus Im goin Brazy
An that's why I'm winning shit
Niggas
can
Imma eat up on my city like I'm chowder
Then Imma call my nigga Mr. Shnitzel
He gone Radda Radda Radda yeah
Swear Imma keep my mouth shut and get my
grind
On the coach Playin Madden wit ya best
I ain't got no love for these fakin ass hoes
Heart broke Now it's froze Had to get myself in check
Got a baby
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob
Viscious Man Funk on the boards
Coming at you for the 98
And it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I
king,yeah
Why you fakin that you love me?
Most of y’all two faced and all the shit
Tell the truth don’t lie to me
Do you dance on my song when I start to sign
Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these
You know Lil Ced, that's my nigga, I made him a millionaire
Fuck it, we all rich
I ain't tryna have babies right now, so we fuck with a rubber
But
that a dolphin
He mistaken put that heat right on the snitch
Cook the snitch now he bakin'
I ain't hangin' around a nigga who play action they be fakin
numbers up
About to run my numbers up
About to run my numbers up, lil' nigga, what you playin' for
I'm about to run my numbers up
About to run my numbers up
beautiful to be the man
lil one that evil man
[Mr. Sancho]
holdin the cap of my gun
surrounded by copers
I'm settin to run out
am ownin your crew with
Schemin hanging around the wrong people fakin they be leachin
Dont you look up to me young nigga i aint a preacher
I just like to rock out to the mic
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
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