Lyrics:
Profilin', stylin'
Bout to have 'em both wowin'
Smilin' at the ass
In high heels
I sit back
An watch 'em peel off they clothes
They want to serve me like
Say
Chorus-
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai
Music Makes Me High
1 for the money
with the gang you know us
Just stay in yo lane I'm on one
We ain't friends we ain't fam we ain't homeboys
I dont ride niggas waves I make my own noise
I
to get lil closer to me
Got to get lil closer to me
Got to get lil closer to me, show me who you are hoe
They can't get closer to me, cause I'm high
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Stay in yo lane or i just might have to smack a bitch
Niggas irate they feelings hurt they hurting shit
Gang way niggas with me on some skitzo shit
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn
Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam
Praise the Lord or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr
Bitch turn into some fucking zombies like it's Dead Island
Smoke a blunt or two, like lil' bro, now I'm fucked up
Her parents came inside the fucking
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
up high
He said
Son, you don't have to be scared
"Cause I'm right by your side, I'm
Mr. Goldilocks and the Three Bears
Mr. Goldilocks and the Three
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggas want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfucking G-pack in my hand
Look what
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggaz want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfuckin G-pack in my hand
Look
right by my side, you helped me grow up
Now I need you just like before
How can I pick myself up?
(Wow wow wow)
(Hello again, Mr.Heartache)
(Wow
Used to skip my lil class but they know I ain't slow
I was Gwoppin' so hard they ain't know I was broke
Used to walk up the boulevard me and lil bro
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
senseless
So in this life I lead, I stay protected
By God, my squad, and this thing in my palm
Now all my hustlin' motherfuckers, get your money, sing
finna go
Lil baddie wanna go back home
In the whip she going down like syndrome
Yababdo Mr flintstone
Said I wouldn't go there but I did though
Came
water (well, damn)
Comin' live from the hood like a news reporter (6)
Bling bling, Mr. S-O-I-C-Y (Y)
All the hoes jockin' Gucci Mane and I see why
the feeling I'm doing right
Flying high like a kite
You can't bring me down cuz I'm a star
Mr. Sun come be my friend
Sunny days that never end
You say how but I
Let them know now one time
It's Mr. Lover!
Baby girl I'm gonna take you to cloud nine
Fly high, straight up!
What you say? Uh uh uh uh
I
signin
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
Recourse of bluff game's your muscle
I'm back in the game now, copped me
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