Lyrics:
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
Jeg står direkte utenfor Lydkjøkkenet i Oslo by
Der seriemorderen den livsfarlige
Gangsterrapperen Oral Bee
Skjuler seg sammen med sin venn
Mr Pimp
on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh
Feels like anotha' one
Who you be? Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon
[Intro]
Yeah you know what I'm sayin, these lil flodgin ass niggaz
come down on lower level actin like they hard
Off the street ass punk! yaint
the yay'
Federalies can't harm me
Black-ass army in armani
And they still
Can't see me
Cause I'm - paper down
Fiends to keep happy
Never - fuckin frown
Mr
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?
Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen
to-up
So now I lay me down
But it's still Lincoln Village Killa
Chorus
(Doc)
Now you can't find not one motha fucca in they set
Ya gets no respect
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
said she right out her body
Cuz I snatch her soul
(I got it)
Seen my lil homie get kilt
Cause that nigga fold
(He snitched)
He hang with killas
They
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
on him, and do a lil' more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute
can do it with the lights off
However you like your vibe
However you like your vibe
You know I'll ride by your side
Cos na only you quench my fire
Yeah
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
mahself
And I'm a movement by mahself
But togetha we a force
Niggas lives gon' get lost
You fuckin' wit a G
I'm a mafuckin' rider
I'm Mr shoot-You-Up
off
B****es and killas in the front watchin
Flowin with like a finna studda some
Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were
play for the jazz
Bitch I’m bout my cash I need that money call me mr krabs
He was lacking so my man got em yea ik u mad
He was drilling but he got
I'm associated with Some heavy hitters
Do a nigga down bad for da birds he tasting bitter
I'm a type of nigga well respected and he go by Mr.
type
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
you get in here
Kick him off the roster
Yall is all my son
Call me Mr Foster
Oh you vaccinated
Cause they told you
blah blah --
I can't fuck with
Azz
Them Killa Kali niggas blast and smash
Without a murda weapon or a witness
Too many niggas in yo' car, risky business
They turn snitches
I'm from the killa killa hill, we keep it real consistent
For that dollar dollar bill, we will murder you in an instant
Fuck what your name is,
a nigga than they put in Swiss cheese
[Sugawolf]
Now check credential, these niggas be killa status
Pack a tech, tote a tommy, you know I brandish
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