Lyrics:
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
her, like her, like her (I like her)
Nigga fuck around and make me wife her, wife her, wife her (hold up)
I'm Mr. Slide-in-the-DM (slide), fly and go
You are listening to a Dominic Green production
How you doin' Mr. Boosie? (what up, man?)
I been here for a long time (who you is?)
I was here
get so bright I need a lil me time
Yea I'm a fucking pimp you should know this
And notice that when the weather switch I start to focus
My hope is that
Lil bad bih
Make the check lil bigger
Break a bag bish
Make a check get bigger
Going savage so the flex lil different
Lil ratchet lil dressed up
to the 5
I can't possibly decline, man these jewels are fine
That's how I got all my riches, by pimp slappin' you bitches
Mr. 5 is in the buildin', and he's
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I'ma put it in my face if the pussy taste like water
I just popped a Perc, I'm tryna put dick on your daughter
Oooh, you a smut
You out here cuffing, I'm tryna beat up some guts
I say oooh, bitch, get nasty
She throw her weave on now she tryna be fancy, like
Buckshot, to his dome
Runnin' it up by myself on my own
Mugshot, make her moan
None of these niggas wanna see me back home
She get bent back just
mister
"Mr. fuck on your hoe" but no I can't kiss her
Can't cuff a lil' hoe cause no I can't miss her
Up on your grave I'm finna go piss
Like why niggas
yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
(You can turn the overall volume up a lil' bit)
(Up a lil' bit, yeah, that's nice) How's that?
We ain't gonna get no sleep
yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
(You can turn the overall volume up a lil' bit)
(Up a lil' bit, yeah, that's nice) How's that?
We ain't gonna get no sleep
bitch up, and blow ya syst' up.
This that that get ya jive talkin',
East side artist C-Walkin',
People, people, listen closely,
I sing it 'cause
? What's up?
[Broad]
Hi, baby.
[Mr. Jones]
Hey, baby. Damn.
[Broad]
Baby, what took you so long?
I been just waitin' and waitin'.
This is
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
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Oh)
We finna smoke out that piggity-pack
Talk on the gang and lil buddy get whacked
Huh, yeah, I'm running it back
Stay wit them
shit like the seashore
Who tryna talk to me online, laugh at 'em
Shut the fuck up, lil bro, go get some capital
When I'm on the mic you should quit, it's
How many people that- in the audience can Emcee?
Mr. T? Bring up Mr. T! I wanna battle you!
It’s time to go to school
Like Mr. T Said, I pity
She call me Mr. put it down
That's only when she put it up
Said she wanna' feel something
Baby I could hook it up
Baby giving straight jaw
Something
beat up, and put in lost and found
Ran this shit up by the mornin'
Lil Jaso comin' through its stormin
Play get popped wit no warning
Im gettin' t'd
business, rap
I'm out of town all the time
Let me know if you can get with that
5 minutes flat, I bag an ounce up
I was in the trap
Funny that the ones that
You're never gonna get my love
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
I'm a do it big like Chris Rios
You
I'm Mr. Pessimist
Mr. Pessimist
Nah, I'm Mr. Pessimist
I'm Mr. Pessimist
You said the good get rewarded
The rewards must be in heaven
So we let
I'm blacker than Mr. Po
They try to come between us i'm lettin that blicky blow
XVT don't die baby, my clique the meanest
Lil shawty sneak by you
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