Lyrics:
I know we all sound the same
We probably all sound the same
Hey girl I’m Mr right. I’m Mr Good. I’m Mr Cash
I’m Mr...fuck all that
Girl I’m Mr Right
Ya dis one right here for all them girl wit that bootymeat
Bootymeat, bootymeat, bootymeat, bootymeat bitch shake dat bootymeat, dat
cnd I'm in the booth with this one
Its Nell
cnd don't call me by my real
Name call me Nell
Turn me up a lil bit
This for the ones who ain't
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make
a fuck I'm puttin an end to all your dreams
It seems like I'm surrounded by vultures beggin for torture
I told all you petty fools not to fuck with this
Had to figure it out
Had to get it right
Them teen years I was poppin
I was dynamite
Explosive
I ran away
Skipped so many days
If had the paper he could
another Cell
Shiet I set my mind at a the early age
I was gon' be paid or early graved
Whatta fuck I got-ta have, blocks to smash
Lots a cash, drop sum
claimed she ain't see me
On the basement with Tigga
Them both my niggas, I suppose
I might have been doin' a
Lil' frontin' for the hoes
When I flip flows, I
to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This
fuck Pac? We'll never know
Shit, she gon' lie about it anyway
And both of them niggas dead and gone
But fuck that shit, Pap the new Biggie
What I payed
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
Mr. Yola Man, they call me Mr. Yola Man
Mr. Yola Man, they call me Mr. Yola Man
I pull up with all the bowls
I pull up with all the hoes
I pull up
the jungle now
I'm taking care of mama now
My lil dog caught a case, I got to bail him out
I got you bobbin to this real shit
So reason why a nigga
the jungle now
I'm taking care of mama now
My lil dog caught a case, I got to bail him out
I got you bobbin to this real shit
So reason why a nigga
it be
what it is
still you can't fuck with this
stick and am making them break yall down
belive we ain't fucken around
beautiful to be the man
lil one
the school of Hard Knocks mothafuckas]
SouthSide Academy
[Mr. Shadow]
I'm from the Academy of Hard Knocks
Felons wit glocks, attitude fuck it when I see them
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
scrilify any means, fuckin up any sceams
Or any plots that you got, you best had get rocks
We gets knots, 40 aint tha lots fuck a mule
My lil nigga hit tha
Intentions on a million no slippin my pistols on me
I got it if you want it we hand it out by the oz
Still fuck the other side I kno them bitches some police
yes
I'm way better than all of them, way better than all of them
Mr. I-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin him
Hate is the new love, wait,
beautiful to be the man
lil one that evil man
[Mr. Sancho]
holdin the cap of my gun
surrounded by copers
I'm settin to run out
am ownin your crew with
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
Bitch I'm reloaded I'm goin back in
Them titties was fat I still fuck from the back end
Don't come to the front I make serves through the back end
fuck me
Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up
Money don't grow on trees
When your ratchet ass ask say please
How come every time you want me I sneeze
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