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My condolences, the way that I be owning shit
I climbed my way to the top, these niggas can't get over it
Can't even reach the bar no matter how much

Dear Mr. President

Paris

Hard Truth Soldiers, Vol. 1

2006

lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks

Dear Mr. President you had

Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people

Middle Man

B.o.B

Ether

2017

Mr. Count-The-Rope, Mr. Fried-Rice-With-The-Prawns
Mr. I-Mastered-The-Style, I'm just working on my form
Mr. Solo Dolo, no, this ain't no ride along

State Vs Kirk Jones

The Guess Who

Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones

2000

preposterous 
There was no weapons found, no sign of no hostages 
Remember Mr. Henry Lace you under oath [yeah I know]
You lyin' in the stand to get him

A Thing Goin' On

Coolio

Gangsta's Paradise

1995

Jones
The very first time I met her I
Saw her from across the room
And instantly we both became consumed by the thought 
Of she and I being together

the prawns
Mr. I mastered the style
I'm just working on my form
Mr. Solo Dolo, no this ain't no ride along
Mr. Me and basic people somehow just don't get

So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase

Mr. Rosenberg
No, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
Bitch, I'm Mr. Rosenberg
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
Made fun of my last name 'til the cash came, Mr

Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got

for a nigga
40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga
Where you from, what's your past lil nigga?
And you broke and you mad lil nigga?
Fuck

that quac in my pocket
Doin my thing no rap just talking
Add up these numbers no mess up no caution
It's Mr. Yung Roqit I drip in this manner
Shine like

respect or I'm sending condolences
I ain't rich yet but I can handle the overhead
I'm on a journey, I feel like Odysseus
This is the real thing
Ain't no

('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was

mess with her knowing that we don't belong
I'm Mr Wrong no more love then heartbreak shit
I pulled out my dick I told her just come and sit
Put

Mr. Big

Eightball & MJG

Comin' Out Hard

1993

laying on the bed.
Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?
Hell no! They can't stop me..
Long live Mr. Big Ho!!!!

repeat chorus!

of the hype you hear at the barber
If the odds are stacked against us, they're likely to stack 'em on us
Lil Tune, aka no cartoon, no Hanna-Barbera
I ain't

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)

a lonely feeling for him being so superior

What's the time, Mr Wolf?
What's the time, Mr Wolf?
What's the time, Mr Wolf?
12 o' clock, 1 o'clock
What's

tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha

[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin

count Fosco enters solemnly
Carrying his doctor's bag)

Miss Halcombe mi dispiace i'm
So terribly sorry

There is no easy way to say this your sister
She

I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger

Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me) 
Now yall gon miss

for em
So lately I just come to pray for em
Man you got to pray for em!

I send my condolences
Many rappers finna be slain when I
First cop me a chain

on the track how I be spazzing
No I ain't the opening act I'm main attraction
You know I'm mr Pay Per View
Yacht swag hold me down anchor do
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