Lyrics:
to the fullest
Tryna show yall love
No doubt dogg house tryna burn one out
If I see a lil freak imma turn one out
Get in the coop smash out in my po
Yeah
500
Nigga get yo cheese up
She ain't never seen no nigga like me, I made her freeze up
We know you not tough lil' boy, you need to ease up
Yeah,
"It's Mr N on that track"
Uh
Iyaah
yah
yah
Lord's preach
(Chorus)
I'm a lord how I preach
Best in the game, they vouching for me,
They been
I'm walking down the street uh
Mr. Officer looking at me uh
Mr. pretty please uh
I got my hands up so let me be uh
I don't want no problems uh
I was
And if I caught a body it'd be yours and not Jane
Or Mr. Toughy, you wish you had a nine to bust me
I'm mad as hell, I don't play, my name ain't Dougie
unknown, gotta get back to my zone
Lil niggas cant take my chair, couldn't get it if my ass was there
They call me Mr. Strange, not your average in the game
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
he ain't get to live his dream
You can win or lose when
You thuggin' in these streets
I won't make a move without
My gun by any means
I heard they
what I do controlled by the system call them educated fools
No that ain’t cool I shoot, shoot shoot.
You duck like du du duuuu leaving your two
can't play game like I'm the fool
5,000 Vegas bitches none of them for me
Pretty ABG but she fucking with the homie
Bad lil lightskin, cracking bottles
(Hip-Hop Scratch)
Summer of 86' I was ten years old
(Punked a every three rock)
You know I got soul!
Mr magic BLS Screaming right out of the box
I
$ui, hahaha what, what, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
Bitch, I step in your hood
Like it's Fly by Night
You got the nine? That's alright,
lie
I really feel like one of them guys
Get shot between his eyes
Midrange just like kawhi
Fly nigga Mr MacArthur
I'm really her sponser
Chicks get
give a fuck
About what we doin'
Please just keep it low
Lil' bitch keep on
Playin' games
I'm tryna hit
The road
Every time I step,
It's D&D,
All up
hustle, it's for life.
Gotta' get that money.
I won't let noone put me in a box, I'm gon' fight my way to top.
Things ain't goin' right - you need a lil
I'm staying on my A game
They local like the C when I express like the A train
My a-alikes take what I write, use it to maintain
We be alike and see
The world, it's mine. The world, it's mine
Ain't no time, to play
Mr. Big Crime, gotta get mine all the time
Don't pack guns, but I'm ghetto as hell
I ain't playin' no games
I don't play by the rules
Only listen to my God
Never listen to the fools
I ain't messin' with you dogs
Only stick to my
you
The other dude I was with
We ain't talkin' about that coward, boo
'Cause you my lil' sis, so don't turn that pussy into sour fruit
Never that,
Nobody crow I crow hard
Nobody crase I crase hard
I focus on the game like mirage
Mr miyago plays in the big glaun
Swishi swashi big money corda swishi
to the fullest
Tryna show yall love
No doubt dogg house tryna burn one out
If I see a lil freak imma turn one out
Get in the coop smash out in my po
the fagget
Lets get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a precher
So my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit game
Real nigga with flame
He show me cali
The lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamour and glistenin'
Ya don't won't my position, I
heart by the fire
Where would I be without you, man I swear I was stuck in them chains
What would life be without you, you was to far ahead of the game
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