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Mr. President

Bushwick Bill

Phantom of the Rapra

1995

What makes you think I respect you?

[ VERSE 1: 3D ]
Hello Mr. President, residents of the White House, excuse me
I'd like to know, have you ever enjoyed

write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me

Smile

Jadakiss

Life Goes On

2007

write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me

the fuck nigga dead
Aiming at teeth we ain't shooting at legs
2 at his chest we put 3 in his head
Oh yeah, Lil bitch you heard what I said
He try get

My battery is low
But I dont wanna go back home tonight
I'm in a place I've never known
Mr barman can you please give me some life
My battery is low

but had the same struggles
We grind lil nigga this off the muscle
You play and you lay the graves we dug em'
Once I up it an bust it ain leavin' no

then cuff ha, I'm the new Mr. Steal Yo Hoe
She get turned on by the sound of my voice and the tats I show
Don't you blink cause next thing you know she

to end
With lil Kobra that nigga gon’ spin
Spin the block he gon’ paint that bitch red
Try yo luck hang you up by a thread
Over water lil nigga you dead
I

white flag
I'll call you Mr. White Flag
Your nobody, I'm Mr. Hundred
I'm the hunter, you are hunted
Man, you're wounded
By your life your hounded
Heya!

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

is dead

She was walking in her sleep-

What are you saying?!

She had sent her maid away
As was her custom, i understand

No! No!

She walked to her

bitches
Get 44 stitches if you fucking with my Mrs
You know time is money keep my riches in this wristwatch
Kick off rolling through the green I'm a big

Bank
Is Ben Frank
Call me Mr Benjamin
I go by Mr Get The Pot Right
I Been Whippin Up
I been Cooking All night
Put them bitches in a pot
I only like em if

non-contact
Before Corona I was player
10 20 50 70 I just stacked a hunnit
Crawling through the hood
The lil kids thought I was running
I don't leave the crib

Yeah, SG ain't dead, but KTB got new motion, you heard? Uh-huh
You wasn't never this

Say, I was at the Marriott smokin' Black & Mild in

vibe, that's a cool lil night yeah

Hit her with the uhh, like yeah yeah
Hit her with the uhh, like yeah yeah
Be my misses officer, by the end

Anymore

Whitney Houston

A Song for You: Live [DVD]

2007

your Mrs. 
I don't want to anymore 

I believe that angels 
Watch everything we do 
And all the wrong you're doing 
Just might come back on you

the pape it's on the floor
Keep pouring them baby ass lines lil Nigga pour a 4
And I get cash don't pay taxes high fashion put it on
Put it on bitch
Look aye

Where we at? Bo Jack, let's get it

I been in the streets so long
My name carved in the pavement
But all my peoples dead and gone
So pardon my

Casamigos and thots in the Uber
Tell that lil bitch, I'm bringing the hookah
We gon slide, see the way we maneuver
Posted by Dyckman, she think I

a white watch
I said, "Invest it on white blocks", let's go

Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed
Crops and fields, watch me mail 'em
Call me Maxo

the yodel of life

Your name is Bob, you're my heart-throb

I lost my job when I got fired

by a guy named Farchie, he was full of starch,

he smelled like

spillin' soda
Number one seed every year, Villanova
Lil' gang caught hats they ain't come with diplomas (ah)
Purple thigh pads on, Minnesota

Good in

to Mr Palm he got me off that case and now I'm
Making hits baby Ruth
I'm hitting every base
Free all my big bros in the pin
That's why I'm out here tryna