Lyrics:
with the bricks and
Y'all done went a told
How y'all niggas snitching in the city? Boy
This shit get cold
Fuck it by the time police up on us
Work
Here I come, get out of my way
Better lock the doors, you all
Good time’s over now
Mr. Nice Guy left the hall
I spent a life in mis-belief
Trusted
You are the reason
That makes this all worthwhile
You see it in my face
All I do is smile
Love´s such a small word
For someone so dear
All that I
They said, "Mr Smith, please calm down
We're not here to hurt you
You're feeling a little bit paranoid
Your brain is over-heating
You're overworked,
Well sure my movie part it won't be played by Al Pacino
Well, I hope you're not thinking I'm exactly Mr. Clean, though
As a kid, was in sin, and no
talent
but I don´t give a shit what they talk
If I smoke I buy my dope by my dealer
because mr. Monkey is the king
he don´t give a fuck
and he blaze his
And snow
Hey Mr. Claus, it gives me pause to send you out like this
So while you're gone best keep me on the nice and naughty list
Ho ho ho ho home is
Hey!
Mr. wipe down ya heard me Foxx-a-million yall!
This one be the reeemix!
Badass, Savage life, Foxx-a-million
Man you already know what it is ya
to compete
With a guy like me
She get to Trippin
I leave
I'm booking flights over seas
I'm Mr. Passport himself
Knowledge is power
They stealing
heard about me then
You ain't from around there
Mr betty Crocker cake baker, casino breaker
Better suck it right now 'cause
You won't see me later
Bro, I
like bitches nails
You're twised like a pretzel
The day I shot your ass like Drew
Like Bledsoe
First blood like Stalone
Pop that ass like corn
It is you
that
I love her die
She be the woman of my life woman of my life bros
No be lie
I feel alright
Whenever she's by my side
I proud to be her Mr Right
Cos I
watches im too grown next topic
Pullin out in this benz this amg it leave shit foreign exchange
Im slanging wit a Sweden broad
The only English is daddy
Psychopathic Rydas (That's right)
Gon' ride on these bitches
(Forever and a day) y'all know how we do
It's westside 'til we dizzie
(Eastside 'til we
ruined at our feet
You fight too much against the mightier winds
We know that it is not possible to withstand such forces,
So we sway and bend before
pronounce it deader to be real yo or be fed up I’m cutting double headers come one
come all savior island Medina desert Pelan plus Mecca y’all gone be made
hope your car bulletproof, you gon' be stranded
Mr. Mosley, all I wanted was the ransom
Half a mil' in the duffel bag, just flash it
Red tape,
of criminals frolicking about
Open up the window, let the bad air out"
Strangled by confusion, my mind is in decay
Can't picture tomorrow, can't remember
but some are gray
Live in Hotlanta, GA
Skies are blue ‘bout everyday
The time is right for Mrs. Right to step into my life
You know someone special,
Yo, Obie Trice, yo
I'm with backdoor productions, no discussion,
O Trice be the sound that's rushin your eardrums
Pump it up if you feeling 'em,
you let me down
'Cause I stood on that empty street alone
I said, "I'm ready for my close-up now, Mr. Demille."
I waited for the light but it never
Meech son
Pull up in that super coupe, but this is not no Nissan
I found the route, I'm at that dome, by the FAU
Cash out on one and a half, I might
and heartache that was left
It began someplace in Southern Mississippi
A young bride and groom declared their sacred vows
He quit school and takes a job
free
Right now, I'm on the grind
See you got yours, I gotta get mine
See the most high, gave me a sign
He said son, it's your time
I'm
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