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"Mr. Run Down On A Opp"(Grrah, bah)
ARP, it be letting off shots(Bah bah)
P-80, I ghost my glock(My glock)
P-80, I ghost that bitch(C'mere)
Hell nah,

Shit we got to be there by the morning
Aye you got the bags
Oh yeah for sure
Load up
Oh you ready to take off
About to be a long night (GO)
I

Verse 1:
1, 2, buckle my shoe
Unlaced ears, lil' mama, what it do (what you mean)
What it do to fit you on those jeans
On your thighs so tight its

Dead

Youngstah

Kursed

[Mr. Lil One]
Jack 'The Ripper', strippin mothaf**kas for their egos
Peace to all the bald heads, mobbn in their regals
Need no mothaf**ka to be

a Slurpee
So much noise about me everybody judge me
No one ever loves me
They say, that I'm dead
They don't even know I work at liquor store
They test my DNA

it up
And start smoking dead opps
Got the word that her Nigga got locked
Now she in my whip giving top
I'm deep in my feelings so we listening to lil

brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot

(Level)
Red (Red dead)
Dead (Dead, red dead)
Red ( Red dead)
Dead (Dead, red dead)

Ladies and Gentlemen  (Pew, pew)
I'm here to bring you a show

shit get with me
hah so if for any reason you forget, forfeit
and call me mr. I'll take your chick
haha, nah, call me mr. upgrade or mr. front page
call

me
These days people kill everything good
Last year we lost TakeOff
Baby don't take off
I want you by my side everyday
Everyday, anyway, anyway
RIP

(Let the band play)
Yeah
Yeah
Uh, uh, Mr. Glock, ayy

I never ever put a bitch before my money (nah)
I never put a bitch before my money or my

I'm a beast
I can tell you scared lil kid you weren't built for the streets
All these producers send me tracks now it's a dead beat
You saw that boy

touching rim
My homies acting shady 
Shit 
My chances looking slim 
I need a good mechanic 
Shit 
I need a Mr Vin 
It's time to get it in 
No time to play

Grab the sword, grab the stick, Tali Bruce smells like shit
They a goblin not a chick, I'm a dog, Michael Vick
Mrs. Ramos hella thick, gotta get

Getting drunk by eight
And my booty lookin juicy
Got that quarantine weight
I might fix a lil snack
Even though I just ate
Eat it up and run it back
Know I

Mr cell Block, Mr dead Eye like
Rydas' the gang and all
You motherfuckers know me

Lil Shank! One of the illest killers
Cap peeler, blood spiller,

momma
Like diablo i'm leaving him dead
Mr Moseby be the name got the drip like a sauna
I be blowing her back I ain't talking Osama
Made her do what I say

looks is Unique
Whose Mrs. Huxtable smart and a freak
Can whip it up like a chef
Cas I be eating
Meat eater or vegan
Yes, I need three
Three beezies that

She like Kapone, like what you really wanna do
I said lil bitch who you
She said she love me, "I'm like who"
I said I'mma clone, like Mr. stay her

a 45 and a banana clip
Pull up on a nigga with a hundred rounds
Ain't no shootin' out the car, we gon' run him down
I told Monte, "Have him dead

I got my weapon, it turn violent if you test me, yeah
Can't tell Mrs. Natalie that I left a coroner of niggas dead
Mm-hm-mm
I can't lose myself, I

the drip
What dead opp coming out of the zip
Smoking on shhh, that shit gotta lil kick
Shit like hot grabba can't breathe in this bitch
I remember days they

Drop Dead

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

other ugly dead muthafuckers fum de east side...'n de curly-headed sho't lil' ugly dead muthafucker wit de dead
Been fuckin' de police commissioner!

Au, Revoir, Mr. Mercury

Brazil

The Philosophy of Velocity

2006

is empty and the silence is killing me.â??

The was overheard and the city streets were dead
They heard a soft alarm that was set by Mr. Arm (patent