Lyrics:
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
change from Champ to your fake friend
We not really friends, I'm just here with your girlfriend
Don't even know her well, I just met her this weekend
Threw
will be Mrs. Coke
Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys
Hope the years go slow, slow
Surrounded by intelligence, life through education
Healthy
will be Mrs. Coke
Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys
Hope the years go slow, slow
Surrounded by intelligence, life through education
Healthy
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
a Z-28
(Lil Wayne)
A Z-28
Boy go head, Once I get change
I'mma go an cop me a Range or two platinum chains
(Baby)
Well look I ain't fuckin' with ya
(Uhh, uhh)
(Ayy, ayy)
4Kizzy in this bitch, baby
Don't be wasting none my time, I need strips, baby
Lil baby, she a dime, okay
She wanna fuck wit'
Champ
(And it's The Champ)
See, I ain't tryin' to be thirsty (No)
But, a nigga what you in the worst way (Yea, yea, yea)
She blew my candle like it
drive?
Suicide doors on the passenger side?
Do the windows roll down? do the doors lift high?
Do the car change colors when that bitch drive by?
I
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
nobody better
You played me lil bitch you mistreated
You left me out all on my own to get it
And now its the money my soul committed
The music good I need
Ice, cold
I'm getting the bag, I'm gone
I'm poping to much, I'm on
Your man is a champ, come on
Yeah, yeah
Don't call and ask for a loan
Don't call I
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
Take it back to when it was eighths in the pack
Kidnap you over that lil' rap you wrote, leave your family taken aback
By the handsome quote, that I
now
So I’mma change the game
I miss real rap
Miss all the OG’s
You know who it is
All the young cats wanna be rappers
Listen up OG Style baby
Told you
a few dime pieces
The L-Y-T-E, I cram to understand and
The R-A-H D and me E-D
Hey Mr. DJ, give a jigga-jigga back spin
If you do like this, then
the tropics
So keep it moving lil homie and just fuckin drop it
Or bring it to me, show me what the fuck y'all bout to do
I'm all by myself, and y'all got ya
Dear Mr. President with all due respect
I wish we can have a conversation
I'll take a trip done to the residents
We can talk about the state
[Verse 1]
Dear Mr. President with all due respect
I wish we can have a conversation
I?ll take a trip done to the residents
We can talk about
crossed up
Locked up! Wassup! With the (?) actin' strange
Don't make me get the gauge, cock one back and rearrange
Your willin' to change your ways, if you
change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge like a flagrant foul deep in the lane
y'all niggaz know where y'all can find me see I'm deep in
dissin' me
Mom's grabbed me
And then she gets to kissin' me
She thanks the police for my good health
I don't know why
I coulda done that by my muthafuckin'
took time off, while other rappers got jerked
Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how
Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now
And as we
Lil' chick say she can change me, but I'll be a G till the grave
She love all the meat and the gravy
Lil' chick say she can change me
Lil' chick say
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