Lyrics:
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
hating they bitches be loving the crew
Fresh out of jail they already watching my moves
[Verse 1: Mr. White Dogg]
Pull up in that blk bens no tints In
it up in a little black folder
FBI wanna rub my shoulder
It's over before it gets any colder
So I gotta say it's over (Uh, huh)
Me and my crew, we're
'm feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
a leader not a follower
(my muthafuckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh!
Chorus (2X): Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause I don't give a fuck
the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I
Newham, I'm a general
Put some respeck on my name when you speak it
When I go to war, I dun them
Could be this crew or that crew, I dun them
Could've
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
fly-by-night/ Mr. Kevork/ in a solar system/reaches my flow go through the speakers/past ears out to the creatures/ the status increases in major pieces/ for
All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen
They welcome me into Jerusalem
Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham
I got my .45 by my side
my beats
You lil boyz think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets
You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty
You lil boyz add that up: zero zero
yeah real, real clear
But I gotta a grapevine he's going into fits
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
How the dumb monkey fights gorillas in
yeah real, real clear
But I gotta a grapevine he's going into fits
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
How the dumb monkey fights gorillas in
tracks I don't release
Hello my name is Mr. Spit My Game
Never follow through
I could be Mr. Lemonade
If you swallow
South Dakota relocated
Trippin'
I may seem
See that me deal wid realism get guided by all my dream
Now raspberry ripple as you know it is my favorite ice-cream
So when me
By the way that your body moved
I couldn't help the way I stared
There was some mysterious force
Leading me here to you (leading me to you)
Lead me
her, 'cause she do the most, (lil bitty bitch) yeah she do the most
I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty bitch) now she ghost
Hey Mr President
And baby And baby
Oh Mr President
And baby And baby
Oh Mr President
Caviar on summer sunrise
I feel so good by his side
Want
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
Bugatti, I'm pushing this bitch just like it's a machine
Gettin' this money like it was a hobby, I'm countin' the cabbage, My thumb turning green
Lil' nigga
moves
But always got time, got time for the boof
Get a lil blazed like i’m johnny with my crew (Like I'm Johnny with my crew)
Check the front page of high
myself a cassette, to hoop in my jeep deck
Grab the disk then dat, give my crew dap, then I jet
[Chorus]
[Kwest]
I mix my batter bigger and better
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