Lyrics:
Mr. Rock
No be word or N word, I don't need those words
Respect for hers
The game dried up, so we come with the grease
Leadin' ya right and treatin' ya
Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced
That Sally couldn't go to the meeting
He went on cleaning his blue Rolls Royce
And she ran inside weeping
the weekend
Cuz' My name isn't time, it's Ty
That's why I, Half way know what it's like
I won't try lie
Only thing I know is we'll both get by
(Wait 4 bars)
Motherfucker
They call me Mr. Barnett
I've been through so much I don't need your safety, no no harness
Got three nines by my wrist
To keep me calm
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
is a monster
Eating his cake and drinking his wine
Celebrating the death of freedom
How could so many people be so blind
But Hey, Mr. President, We
mr shakur
man
your essence reamains pure
and by the freedom of god we got a soldier
and jesus you been good 2 me
when lord stops, my life goes
Multi Multi Multi yes I'm Mr. Black Amigo
Coca Coca Coca cheap, prices on the kilos
Me and my partner Chico used to sleep in them Abandos
All white
then the choppers came,
Two by two by ten
Announcing apocalypse of a different kind
So I ran out of my room, ran down the stairs
Down the street into
always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"
Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
The acceptable Negro? Hell nah
But they say "These are our
[Intro - Royce Da 5'9"/Mr. Porter]
Boy, I done warned you
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Yo heat's
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
to tell you
How it really happened
But can you hear my words
Or just my voice?
So, can you hear my words
Or just my voice?
Cuz I saw them all
Passing by
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
"Killa you're face to face with Scarface"
G to the E to the T.O.
Now here it comes (boom) motherfuckers die hard till the end
Mr. Scarface not
the lord holds near
Whether through faith or bound by fear
Please, Mr. World War Three
Yo, law is it cool if a nigga just
Get fucked up for this one?
Yeah, Mr fuck-a-Cop is back
And I still don't give a fuck, yaknahmsayin'?
Puffin'
rappers spit nice
Goin' hard in the paint, you just get by
See me get high puffer light Mr. Molly
Hittin' switches in the low-low will bruise a Harley
in my cubicle
As I am secretly impressed by his ability
to look at everything so completely irresponsibly
(Chorus)
You know I had to throw a little
I didn’t use AI to make this
I played it all myself by hand
That’s probably my problem
I keep searching, searching, for something I can never have
[Mr Duke speaking]
This jam right here is dedicated
To all you motherfucker that ain't right here
You're supposed to be right here with me,
or two by myself
So hard to choose what I should do
Got too much time on my hands
Time to go for a walk even though
I don't wanna meet anybody
Mr. Bogart
Here's Mr White, he's an executive
Here's Mrs White, she's an executive
Just like him
They drive a white Seville with bullet-proof glass
So they
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