Lyrics:
it’s Mr Mere
Two double one six repping here
When he gets too chatty and I grab that addy
Let him know what’s good cause we’re always here
Back that shit
40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real
They gotta put ya face
to them white-ass labels
I just drive foreign, two Benzes niggas never seen (oh)
Ain't a scene on your scene, but I still get seen (damn)
I watch freak
At this bih
2 guns Bruce Wayne k dubb sellin
Big bank blowin credit all my life been
Member I had smoke
But ain’t gon say stayed right up tha street
Still
Tasty Chipmunks; good food
â??On that, Mr. Cole, â??
â??Yes, sir, Mr. Seville?â??
â??Would you mind handing me the barbeque sauce? I am
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my spot to your block)
[2x]
[Mr. Lil One]
Well I'm Lil One I got bitches galore
You may have a lot bitches
dropped out of Cooley High gassed up by a cutie pie oh
Damn I wish I could tell you all of it the real nigga in me can't do it
I had pain on top of pain
him back?
Give me the mac, let me welcome with that
Tell Mr. Rogers, I leave his brains on the trolley track
Now prolly that
Listen, ya'll stop
Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how the hell you think we livin?
How you
Now they one your ass spinning shit through the block
Zig Zag, hit the ground that's what we know
And your good at math, they dividing you by zero
Your
raining until someone assassinate,
And I feel like M-L-K
Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst nightmare,
And now meet the boss of the cartel
(Ross!)
raining until someone assassinate,
And I feel like M-L-K
Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst nightmare,
And now meet the boss of the cartel
(Ross!)
[Mr. Serv-On]
Fuck this shit man
I'm tired of being broke
Fuck this, I ain't never had a damn thing ya know what I'm sayin?
It's time I let my
from 808
Damn we gone make it happen
We gone make sumn shake
Take off do the race
I don’t wanna wait
It’s not by mistake
It’s just T.O.K
Stack up
drive by's, cops out, oh
We ride around with two K's we just tryna stay live
(Young Jefe Holmes)
We might slide down an opp's block
I bet that AR
But on the other hand
You so god damn stubboran
And you be
Startin' shit
And ever since you made president
We ain't even seen you since
You need
and Tanqueray
Drink like Mr.Wendal
Smoke bud like Dr Dre
But that's cause I'm old enough
To do that of shit
God damn I gotta piss
I pass the mic to Mr
a Lambo no top
I got the grits in the pot
Mr. trap and takeover your block
Mr.
A lotta you people Be 2 toned
Add 2 more feet to my distances
I drew the line
Laughing with my niggas!
Talking real uh.
Shouts to Mr.Milla
Keep the beats thumping,
Mean muggin off top K-Killa
Killa
My niggas know the dilla.
(Wheezy outta here)
Damn
What?
Von
Huh? What?
You know I'm the realest (you know) and you know I'm a killer (you know)
I think I need a vest
on down the aisle.
Mr. Big Man packin' that steel.
But tonight you ain't shit.
Now spin the fuckin' wheel!
Looks good nice try! Now let's see just
I get girls wey dey ask me for two k
Urgent two k
So I sing song with Mr. Two Kay
Put am on replay make them receive the two k
Wetin my eye don see
ha
Baby take it off for Jo-Jo
Baby take it off for Mr. Dal (Baby you got it)
Baby take it off for K-Ci (Baby you got it)
Now baby take it off for
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