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Mr.International
Havin Cash
NewWe$t
MoneyBags
Haters hate you mad
Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man yeah
Baby

The Massive Improve'lence

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

harmonicizatiumal purposes, while de ones with de m.b.a.'s hit de lobby 'n sell some shit, 'fo de customers over-run yo' ass! me
Le, lil' guy, go get yo' rubber girl

Letter to the President

2Pac

Still I Rise

1999

Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right

That's right mothafuckas
Knightowl's back with some of that violent shit
With my boy Lil' One up in this mothafuckin house
Chris Gun up in this

Mr. Scarface

Scarface

Mr. Scarface Is Back

1991

Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block 
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks 
Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends

Let's Ride

Frost

Tha 13th Skorn

2001

[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*
Yo this is what we fin to do

[Chorus: Mad One (Mr. Lil One)]
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my side to your side)

fit, man I feel like I'm famous
Real Mr. Put It On
Fucking yo bitch and she sing my songs
Feel just like Uzi, my money long
I get way too high, man

Mister Garfield

Johnny Cash

At Folsom Prison/At San Quentin/America

2002

back up to this soldier boy and I said
"Soldier boy, is he, is Mr Garfield?" and he said, "Yeah, he's gone"

Gonna lay him by that cold lonesome branch

and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's

(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy

Letter to the President

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right

the last joke
You can tell a nigga dead serious by the way he spoke
I'ma just let my soul bleed mister get him gone

Make Some Room

Snoop Dogg

The Assassin

1998

Mr gangsta ganasta how ya do dat 

I'm a tru tankdawg & all ya'll niggaz already knew that 

I got 2 kids in the back seat of my tank 

And 4

Mr, Mr, Mr yeah
Better lead us correctly
Better lead us correctly (repeat)

Keep telling me the same things
Bet you didn't think I that could take

(Mr. Captain if you wanna smoke with me)
I need some type of substance
She keep sendin' me subs
I need some type of substance
She keep sendin' me

give a fuck when I open ya up) 
hot rocks fly from the back seat and 
busta ass niggas run like a track meet 
an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo'

Stan

Dido

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with

over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with

and bitches scream my name
Taking him down he flexing johnny dang
Bang
Mama look at mr your son aint the same
Killed some niggas shit the game
I told you that I

fast too)
Fucc what you think, I ain't ask you (lil bitch, I ain't ask you)
We got that Yola my nigga

I used to sit in the Nose Bleeds
We got that Yola,

Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil

Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these

fair
I'm a venereal disease
Like a menstrual bleed through the pencil
And leak on the sheet of
The tablet in my mind
‘Cause I don’t write shit
‘cause I

I'm stunting', I keep me some bands in the duffle (that's Louis V!)
When I was trappin', I didn't touch nothing
My lil' niggas servin' for me

trust you like a black van
Had some bumps in the road, I turned it to a flat land
Your bitch lit, all my bitches litter like a cat, man
And my lil