Lyrics:
the acres,
So they spend money that they ain't made yet,
Got a Benz on tick that they ain't paid yet,
Spend their paycheck
In the west out on a weekend
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
"Isn't it a lovely day
Mr bukowski?" "Oh yeah, Yeah"
The children walk past and
I don't even exist
And lovely women walk by with big hot hips
And warm
Everybody's fucking every day
If it's not you then it's gonna be me
Everybody fucks in every way
So come on let's get to fucking let's fuck today
the maniacs
With the chunky goodie sac's, so I don't carry an ax
But I still swing low with the lumber jax
Tracks are being made by Organo-I-Z-E
Why we
of your time…
Rappers today
Still recycle your lines
You defined the fact
That greed got us declined
Rejected by society
So we allow private agencies
and blue
Backed by Tribo de Jah band
Managed by Mr. Lovie Lloyd
Yeah man! Another original Jamaican Man
Good friend, respect!
Oh what a time so
a prescription
The sickness fits
When it kicks in
By then you're back on your business
Don't bother asking who is it
It's Mr. Noname
Good 'ol Mr. Noname
It's
entire year by a long shot
Life taking viruses
A lot of cop killings
My homie who got children was driving and got his lungs shot
Sorry Mr. Officer my skin
to the top
Watch them fall from grace never trust a man
With egg on his face
Groucho Marxists look so sweet
Slapstick anarchists, nice enough to eat
Peter
It's time to change
Hey you can't fuck with me
I wanna fuck with you
Because I'm the one
You can call me Mr. Bad news
Mr. Bad news
Mr. Bad news
Mr
by the bolder
You throw my white te on
And me and you we sing our songs
But look at me
I'm mr perfect
But you don't seem to see through the Circuit
Straight and plus ya drug every day
Nigga now every day I spend a thousand cash
So everytime money calls I gotta bust my ass
Im on the grind bitch bank
Hm
Trap (Trap)
Like Nike I do it
Pick up the pack and I'm gettin strate to it
Brake that shit down and trapped it so fluent
They call me the plug by
as Ali Baba once I week I see the barber
So honey pucker up 'cause I'm a damn good slobber
Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard
So
like the way you move you dey make me soji soji
Mr DJ you too sabi
So pon the selense for this party this party
Baby girl make you come to daddy
Make you
vex
Nuh mr doubt now him clueless say move mek
Cyah talk leff dem toothless
By the rivers of zion
I'm going to raise up
So mi roar like a lion
Lion
By
down the mines
But he had no knowledge of such things
The security guard lets the staff
Out of the door
But Mr Dean went by way of the stairs
and analyzed
By how we choose to live
I'm talking bout the story of a life time
I'm not saying that I am mr right
But we're running out of time my friend
We all
as I can
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
Then disguise it as rap so the Feds back up
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
Doing
attack', man, not 'heart attack'
[ Ecstacy ]
Oh, you mean she's alright then?
[ Jalil ]
Of course, man
You never heard of a Mr. Magic Rap Attack?
Where is
yourself
And you're messing with them girls
You so nasty
Say you want a real one
But you pass me
Baby you're just blind if you ask me
Wanna walk around
the government dedicate
Our Money loot by the delegates
Ce ce ce no democracy
Them be driving the people crazy
So hot under this AC
Four years and we no see
was real or just an old folk tale
And so she decided then
To send a letter to authority
and bring their dispute to an end
Recieved by Francis Church
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