Lyrics:
am, I'm much tamer than him
And I'm nuts, then again, who the f- wants a plain Eminem?
But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil
there
MR., MR., MR. who I be
If you can't call me MR.
DON'T CALL ME!
[Chorus x3]
MR.
Call me what the fuck you want
MR.
As long as you got MR
I'm back,
Mr F.E.N.G
Take me back, when I was,
dreaming about the SRT.
Dreaming about a crib,
by the N.R.E
Who you fucking with,
I got my A.R.M.Y
But
post while I'm eatin' spaghetti
Damn, girl, can't you be normal?
I'm famous as fuck, yeah, we get it already
But who give a shit about that
I am
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
pete, don't f*ck around|Long wood, about a half of pound|Ask more, they'll tell you bout it|I'm a bad man like leroy brown|Huh, 'that ever hit
bitch
Fast lil whip
Bad lil bih wit designer on my wrist (Uh-oh)
(I'm ridin' them foreigns) Need a foreign lil bitch
Fast lil whip (Ridin' them foreigns)
the moves
I make a bad b*tch wanna two step
But I'm always on the move
I do the money dance, never two step
OVR ni**as too slept on
God knows we bout
supper
Tupperware in the cupboard, plasticware up the
Stuck in the past, iPod, what the f- is that?
B-boy to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
Maybe
Dreaming
Deceiving
Who's got no right to be seen then
Come be who you
Believe in
Now I'm digging at myself, teething
(Try and stop me now)
Who do
baby, I don't wanna be sad
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker shows back
As long as I'm your hccker
claim they running up
Who the fuck? MC such and such
I'm Ryu
I done paid my dues
I do this shit daily
Mister
Mr. Lituation, Mr. Fuck you pay me
Mr
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
finished, b-, I meant in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to play, they say I'm a spoiled little baby, but
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna
what I’ve learned in this business
you just never know…
[Lil’ Kim]
Shut the f-ck up
Who the f-ck want war
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It’ll
be kicking knowledge like mr.miyagi
I show these rappers how to do it
Money making connoisseur watch how I maneuver
You can check who I influenced
Its
Yo, I'm 'bout to hit you with this ya'meen
On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in
Ya'meen? Yeah, yeah, yo
How should I get it
her freeze up
We know you not tough lil' boy, you need to ease up
Yeah, I know why they hate for real, they wanna be us
I'm throwin' F's, my C's up,
buried
Them b****es die in a hurry still I ride I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'm a ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I
car into a bed by how I slept in it
She tryin’ turn my car into a bed how we have sex in it
B**** turn around, I’m not that affectionate
I pull up wit
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
broke and pissy
She chasing money, chasing clout, you know she rolling with me
Look in my stairs, that shit off Lulu like I'm the Rolling 60s
Lil Boat
and
That's when they put me on, you
Know what I mean i just sounded so
Old just now told you how
My kids be, man Drama if you
Keep that shit, dawg you bad
That
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