Lyrics:
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
DO YOU FEEL SAVE MR. PRESIDENT?
BY TORBEYNS JOANNES HENRICUS YVO
LYRICS
ARE YOU GOING TO BOMB OUR SCHOOL MR. POETIN?
WE WANT GRIL POWER
MARINA
[Mr. Lil One]
HAHA motherfuckas
Mr. Shadow up in dis motherfuckaaa
[Mr. Shadow]
And '99 and on motherfuckas check it out
[Mr. Lil One]
For all your
knowledge of self
Build up your community's generational wealth
Real G's are like designers
They be moving in stealth
To make your way into heaven
Sometimes
Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
Miss guarded heart, Miss Independents
I knew you way before you became Miss Valents
I was Mr. Apprehensive
One
(So lonely)
I am so lonely (I'm mr. lonely)
I have nobody by my side (Lonely, lonely, lonely, yea)
Oh lord I really miss my guys (Lonely, lonely,
chase led to the Fatman, to face the friends of Mr. Cairo
(movie like speech:)
Woman: Hey, there's a really terrific dress shop. Can we stop this raid
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
and stress
Like the rest of us, it happens to the best of us
God, or is it Mr. G to me?
I hope that through the static you show what's the clarity
'Cause
I might change my name, call me Mr. E
The way I kill MCs is a mystery
Going down with Jack The Ripper in history
Serial killing rappers, they call me
Mr.International
Havin Cash
NewWe$t
MoneyBags
Haters hate you mad
Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man yeah
Baby
Acquired by the gangsta's inspiration
Ready to loc, I'm smokin' tracks like it's (blunted)
I'm frontin' 'bout .44 mags and G rags
My khakis, t-shirt
be assed out
I'm Mr. Tray Deee
And since they say "G" as my title
My method mainly homicidal
Boom, and you know that
2-1 out the moon and my
V128 Woman 3 Finkelstein
By the way, I’m 54, age discrimination I won’t ignore.
V130 Fanny
Go on Mrs. Finkelstein, you have the floor…
V131 Woman 3
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs (Mr. Biggs)
Pow-wow (pow-wow)
G-L-O-B-E (G-L-O-B-E)
The soul sonic force
Gotta rock this and pop it, 'cause it's the century
making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest combination in the industry
Here comes another one
I can see us
till the day that I die it's L.B.
from the year 95 and true 'G's
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4
real (I keep it real)
Cause im a G (Cause im a G)
And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!)
[Mr. Clean:]
Its mr clean the money go getter
And u better
and mommas is hurtin'
Why you wanna murder me?
You never ever heard of me
You don't know who I am
I could be part of your family tree
Now sent by G O D
from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)
That muthafuckin g
I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
Klc put it on the scale so y'all
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
the pool, hella full off gumbo,
Rollin wit these g's, get R.I.P.
By dozen ??? to mini gages, to are-15's,
See I don't trust a soul on patrole when I
King Lil G
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
All strapped wit a all black hoodie
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Mr
G's like me... like criminals ... back to the G's
(Mr. Lil One)
Come in and say fuck you
You ain't the sick man
Don't give a shit fuck a trick all in
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