Lyrics:
on the block Mr. Raw back in town
I'm flooding the streets watch out you might drown
Oh shit what is that sound got feins at the door and they knocking it down
Dear Mr. President
I write to you because the world that we livin' in
Bring the troops home from war that we'll never win
Surviving poverty, my
and I'm all by myself. This is everything I got. There's nothing else going on in my life. I'm like, this guy tried to set me up. Now I can't. I have now. I
[Master P]
Ha Ha Ha
Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this
(Yeah G)
But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents
alright but can't
Fuck with Young Wizzle mr 41
I'm Young Blow it by the idd-ow
I do work for your money Stuart Little
Rollin' back to back stay what's
Up
But God in all his wisdom
Busted through a maiden head
The apostles visit now and then
But I can't get their hands uncurled
By the spikes hammered
Stick in pins killing me slowly
To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud
you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
Stick in pins killing me slowly
To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud
you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
Bundle up my whole style is so cold
I glow like old guys who go bald
My flow got no front in the vocal
Your flow got no button its so old
I don't
Bundle up my whole style is so cold
I glow like old guys who go bald
My flow got no front in the vocal
Your flow got no button it's so old
I don't
facts
No black cats or broken mirrors
So you better watch out cuz things are getting Hot
It’s trail by fire I’m in a frying pot
I’m a beast of the leash
Hello to my fans
Mr. President! Mr. President
Is there any news that’s come up
Well uh, let me have a look at my calendar
It’s September 1978
got da coke?
Here go da money. you got the coke?
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Jumped in my cutlass, rollin
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
At the beginning of the disaster and this crisis, I come to conclusions in private and write a few lines from the first page and maybe this is
on my shoulder tip toing in
Roll a blizzy over copin polar sentiments
Homie, I'm as real as an enemy (Enemy)
By yo side like A, B, in the alphabet (Abcd)
acts is so stellar
Drug peddler believin' in what they tellin' us
Hard young blacks on the map has no relevance
President's black that's evident
But
Alabama
Steph curry wrist watch with the handle
Simple motives gotta lead by example
Not too many make it out when they doubt never been about bailing
Oh Mr. President
I hope this finds you well
Heard about your tolerance
For the words of the people you own
I don't belong to your nation
But I rule
the justice, justice? Bcause I & I, I wanna touch this.
Vers.
Tell me, let me know, explaine wath `a` go on. To much war in a babylon.
Mr. president all
Mr. Worldwide
Pequeno Juan
Let's get this thing jumpin'
Hold up
Three, two, one, let's go now
We don't pull up 'til the party's jumpin'
Ese
DJ Noodles! Mr 305 checking in!
Doing what I do best (Ha Ha Ha)
You know what that is, right?
Jumping on the track and letting the world
Know what it
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
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