Lyrics:
mr. mac-10,
With the infrared grin, I can't pretend,
Who I be, the s-e-are-v aka billy badgate
Jack you for your safe, with guns in your daughters face
ready
Takin molly to the dome, I think she ready
I think she ready, I think she ready
Get here home by the Cove, I think she ready
I think she ready
do it for laughs
Your boy caught a murder for you and
You couldn't shoot him no cash?
Man, I should stand on Cass' with the AR
I'ma do it for Ab! Ball
with the big boys
Play with the big toys
One big money get you ready for the big boys
Gun fanatic, talk to the mattic
One man will make you flip back
It’s Mr Young Roqit
Volume on thirty
Every time that I slide through
Bitch made
Look away
every time that I eye you
Hunnid hounds
Ready to bark
a thug world t-h-you-g
[Chorus]
You ready for tha midwest invasion we bringing them new millennium soldiers
Layzie and Twista y'all better believe we
Caruso comes in at 1:40 - (good in-point for actual track at around 2:40)
Note: music is “tucked under” as if we are hearing it from one side of a door
but you ain't Lil' Boosie nigga no (no)
Bad bitches got you feelin' great
Looked at my CEO like CEO let's get this cake, baby
I hit the stage
observe love to see you coppers solve me
Remember I see murder before murder done saw me
[Mr. Serv-On]
Now motherfucker ask yourself, do you want your
to short, your legs to small
I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog
Break it in two and true so do
By myself I can take you and you and you and you
Straight
hey
A nigga still sold a quarter everyday
I sat around for six months black
Waitin' for the day to make a comeback
And now I'm ready for combat
Well guess what lil bitch, you can suck one
Mr. Clynch slam you down to the floor
And guess what, it's because he's a whore
Mr. Clynch is a whore
For any
puttin it down like dat get your gat
A-are fully automatic now whatch how act
It's survival of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga
When I
tell you 'bout Maxine
You woulda say I don't know what I know, but
Murder she wrote (for real, for real)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder
ready fi this
Mr. Lover keep yuh rockin di beat
[Chorus]
I said hey (Hey) you (You) standin over there by that wall
Get (Get) up (Up) do your thing
I mean?
Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal
Like, know what I mean, like
I heard you were lookin' for me
Hey, Mr. Carter,
you
Better kill that white boy"
And I don't know what race you are
You straight trash
We ain't in the same weight class
Plus you look like you wearin'
tell you 'bout Maxine
You woulda say I don't know what I know, but
Murder she wrote (for real, for real)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder
ain't mad at nothin' tho)
Man, you ready?
I think the DA wanna murder me
As they swore me in I
Spelled my name nervously
Feeled like I committed perjury
KNIGHT: Right, I'll do you for that!
ARTHUR: You'll what?
BLACK KNIGHT: Come 'ere!
ARTHUR: What are you going to do, bleed on me?
BLACK KNIGHT: I
've been ready)
So you can take it where you want
I'm kamikaze wanna try me?
Suggest you don't
Ooh, I told you, boy, I'm riding the donk
Ooh, I got shooters
remember.... I did number four or five the other week and I... you know, it
was the other week, wasn't it? It's too f.... I was in here for a couple of days
a fuck I'm puttin an end to all your dreams
It seems like I'm surrounded by vultures beggin for torture
I told all you petty fools not to fuck with this
me feeling like Tony Montana, ready for battle
You know in this late nights, I'm looking for eagle eyes
You niggas a snake life, I take off like eagle
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