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
'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn
Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam
Praise the Lord or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
up high
He said
Son, you don't have to be scared
"Cause I'm right by your side, I'm
Mr. Goldilocks and the Three Bears
Mr. Goldilocks and the Three
right by my side, you helped me grow up
Now I need you just like before
How can I pick myself up?
(Wow wow wow)
(Hello again, Mr.Heartache)
(Wow
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggas want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfucking G-pack in my hand
Look what
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggaz want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfuckin G-pack in my hand
Look
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Used to skip my lil class but they know I ain't slow
I was Gwoppin' so hard they ain't know I was broke
Used to walk up the boulevard me and lil bro
the feeling I'm doing right
Flying high like a kite
You can't bring me down cuz I'm a star
Mr. Sun come be my friend
Sunny days that never end
You say how but I
senseless
So in this life I lead, I stay protected
By God, my squad, and this thing in my palm
Now all my hustlin' motherfuckers, get your money, sing
Let them know now one time
It's Mr. Lover!
Baby girl I'm gonna take you to cloud nine
Fly high, straight up!
What you say? Uh uh uh uh
I
signin
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
Recourse of bluff game's your muscle
I'm back in the game now, copped me
[Deuce Poppito]
Lil momma you off glass
[Trina]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I know you like the way I shake that, drop that
Cock back, make the pussy pop back
the five
You niggas really cannot slide,
Slide… with the guys
I'm talking about high, high right now
Mr. Lowkey , right nowwww
I wanna take your bitch
the 'dro, nigga, divide
I'm that nigga that ride with trigger to give a supply
High is how I stay all the time
(Niggas, close your doors!)
Yo, bitches,
either
Don Julio tequila in my cup
Might as well roll me a blunt up
Gotta stay one hun dun
To my dawgs bruh
I remember feeling wavy
Off a pill lil shorty
mop it i picked Out this outfit
No no no there's no Stylist i took ya lil bitch and made
Her high mileage
Ok it's some niggas not here today
I saw how
water (well, damn)
Comin' live from the hood like a news reporter (6)
Bling bling, Mr. S-O-I-C-Y (Y)
All the hoes jockin' Gucci Mane and I see why
the West Coast king Crooked I
I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up high!
Here we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz
Soon as I hold
mention me, then you gon' end up in a body bag
Lil' mama, I ain't tryna fuck you if you ain't got a lot of ass
I need a lot of that, yeah-yeah
High
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