Lyrics:
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF
On the board for the 98 and it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I the unfadable lyricist
Bringin
'm a cut
Look at here, lil homie
This Bon Qui Qui
I see them haters watching
Still trying to be me
I'm out the hood now
No more more taking orders
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
[Violent J]
Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up
Road by
killing our own, that's why we gotta to stick together
I be damned if we don't fight, we've got to try this shit together
Dear Mr. President, you're
big toyz
[Verse 1 - Lil Shade]
Look Motherfuckers its matt The one who pump slugs in your back
Lyrical attacka Keep it ghetto like black lacqua Camo'd
And he's got your daughter by the hand
Showing her a new land, the southwest ghetto zone
Where all the Jugglas roam, come one, come all
And have
bout dat
Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat
Drop platinum on the street, Ghetto D and Ghetto Postage
Homey don't touch the weed, lil
a play
And the whip so fast, Mrs. Dash, cooking plates
So fast, lil' baby fucking on the first date
There ain't no do overs, got to finish one take
If I
I like my girls
Medium and ghetto
She be Rockin jays
But still be wearing stiletto
She be lit as fuck
But she know when to be mellow
And when we get
double-D-I-Q
Yo, he want to get involved with you
Mr. S-A double-D-I-Q
Yo he want to get involved
[Raphael Saadiq]
Met this girl walking in the ghetto
on the bible
P won't be standing in the final
What'd you think
I would just hand him the title?
They don't know about Ghetto, but I do
I'll kill myself if I
baby I aint judging
59 south get the packs from my cousin
59 south get the packs from my primo
Eating on some tacos drinkin coke by the litro
Lil
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 devil
This Pain & Glory
Now you witnessed the birth of a rebel
Converse on a level never seen
By a person who settles for the blind truth
I was sellin'
on this mutha fucka wit me
Got that lil nigga T-Rock on this mutha fucka wit me (Mr. clean)
Nay mean for all them niggas out there thinking muthafucka done
on a Yacht-I got the pot you got the chicken fried steak
I can't even hear you haters you've been muted by my paper chase
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
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
the ghetto, fighting thru the struggle I was in it from the get go
Pull the trigger shoot my shot I hit it like melo, couldn't afford the real game had to play
All this shit i got really come
Once in a lifetime
Fuck a machete we gon do him
With a drive by
Mean mug ghetto baby killers
In my lifeline now I
of my city
Ghetto… nigga from the projects
Talk it and I did it
I was born in 92 but I’m the 23 of my city
Got my homies here wit me
Gotta bad bitch by
the jungle
That's my brother Mr. Abel I'm Mr. Co-Kane thug
Life in the rain, tank still on my chain( ya heard me)
Cock together if you bout that ain't no time
Bonnie, I'll be Mr. Clyde
Together we be catchin g's
Flipping keys, smokin weed
It's all about you and me
Causing major pain on this dope game
You be
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
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