Lyrics:
steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
Lil Momma I love p****, but I ain't lickin'
Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You
and you
You like kicking it I
I like coming out and
You might keep me in it
And now I'm stuck in it
I won't be leaving here
You and the Lord a killa combo I
and you
You like kicking it I
I like coming out and
You might keep me in it
And now I'm stuck in it
I won't be leaving here
You and the Lord a killa combo I
I'm killin you first
Mr. kindness talks but I don't listen
A victim of society fucked by the system
My whole life's been a see saw
I'm up one day, down
the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!
chorus:
I like that Huncho on the beat bitch
In my future I see me dumping weed ashes in a Grammy cup
I'm a trend killa killed the Crease slander now they
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
numb No Feelins
The Streets turnt us to 3:16 talking Stone cold Killas
My Kids gone Eat by Any Means, Bitch I'm gone GO Get IT
You know why I'm here
You
It's the microphone killa, microphone wrecker
Call me Mr. Twist himself, the young chubby checker like
Young money young'n, with no plane, ya boy
I'm killin you first
Mr. kindness talks but I don't listen
A victim of society fucked by the system
My whole life's been a see saw
I'm up one day, down
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
Prepare for launch in three
I stretch it out, elastic, Mr. Fantastic
She my, Susan Storm, but nope, she won't vanish
She'll Torch, between sheets,
Killa don’t bring out the things you need
You can’t see when I smile
Killa take me to a place, I’ll stay a while
But you want merely just wild out
Uhh yuh uh yuh yuh yuh yuh
LiL TXN Killa Dreams Killa dreams
Killa dreams uh yuh
Glock forty five by my side
We in Killa dreams shit
Killa Killa
I can't leave the house
Without my muhf******
Skrap nigga
Every slime
Ain't my kind
I d'ont need ya dap lil nigga
Got some real killas
That'll
Lil' nigga, big steppa, (huh)
I roll with killas in my section, (huh)
In the foreign, drivin' reckless (Skrrtt)
On the phone talkin' bout money, I ain't
was gon' pull it up now, did cha?
Besides, dat's my lil' hommie pullin' dat trigga
I hit the mall by my self, the hood by my self
When I'm in L.A. I
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
girls, be girls everywhere
I can't help but stare
I'm just hoping that they share
Overseas they call me KaliBobbitto Frejo
He called Mr. Bookoo Speedy
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
hypertention. That niggas is getting salty
I'm quick to pop off back the fuck up off me
Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla
Mr. Street life show you
Batupantila muli Margie twabefi
Iyeeeeee ine Mr single
Address me as Mr single
NGA twkumana Mr single
please call me, Mr Single yeah
Verse 1
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TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
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