Lyrics:
. Watchyohoe, cause I could get her on go, she gon catch some
Gripping this lil bitch by her dreads, she trying to make her escape on the bed
After that, its
man use one light one
Any man try coke fi go try dead
Squaddy charge me and go bow shabba fi di weed
And seh to court we invited
But di judge advocate
brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me
He's gonna play a lil' guitar and sing a lil bit
I'm gonna do a lil sumthin' for y'all
Called 'Ride
Bullet rip up di bed
Gunshot buss dem head dem dead
Call me Mr warer cause wah day
Me and mi gun dem wed
19 wid one inna di head
Gunshot buss dem head dem
with him
He got all the blackest friends
He wants to be African, me
Left for dead on the Dr.'s Advocate
Dre never executive produced it, I just
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
lil one, we better hustle
But who is that rabbit that thrives in the rubble
Help me Mr. Freddy so I make it until dawn
Got the shivers feeling shaky
a stone
To you my dear
* : Haitian Creole Word
*(1) My Mrs
*(2) i know
*(3) what quality you are
*(4) you never changed
*(5) you are always there by my
The dead will come alive and decapitate your fuckin head
Now I gotta wake the dead
Sleepin on the death bed
Mr. Nitty gonna great the bitch, to you ain't
bad to you, lil' bitch
Got the glock that bitch It shoot like dead to you, lil' bitch
I keep that glock, that bitch that dread to you, lil' bitch
With
Split the scene get the profit
My heart ain't on my sleeve
Lil bitch it's in my pocket
Fucked over
Left for dead
Dissed and forgotten
But now I'm getting
a memory
I'm finished, let me get a lil' more of the Hennessy
That Florida water, going harder, a different breed
Mr. Pill popper, ain't no problem got what
of Lil' Robs
Is ther anythin' that you would like to say
To them Player Haters and if so what would it be
[Verse Two: Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it
gravitated toward my ment-ality
My spiritual stamina
(God)
I've been praying Mr. Lamar
I promise
Spitting scripture on script
Splitting heads when I shift
But
that's green
Hip Hop Awards twenty seventeen
Turn around say "Oh my god, look at the host
My man Khaled & Mr asahd" (ay)
So-so
I did this last year right?
Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I
that
Freedom, oh freedom, freedom over me
I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free
Send me some lovin', tell me no lies
Throw the gun
my block
I'll stop your car like I need help
And crack your head with a rock
Uh, Colton Grundy the only homie I got
Mr dead Folx sparking at the burial
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
By the sea, Mr. Todd
We'll be comfy-cozy
You and me, Mr. Todd
Where there's no one nosy
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living
[Mr. Shadow - talking]
Yeah, yeah, watch your back
Shit, Shadow, Lil One
Finga Delicate, E-Dub, ha
Watch your back haha yeah
[Mr. Shadow]
Shadow's back
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
I know you a bitch, lil boy
So don't even trip, lil boy
I'm just tryna get rich, lil boy
I'm just tryna hit a lick, lil boy
That thang by my hip, lil
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