Lyrics:
and Dope DOD
It’s Mr. Miscellaneous bitch, don’t sleep on me
We all wanna live old and go peacefully
But I’ma make your life a nightmare, don’t beef with me
everybody in the house
Yeah, Blueprint in the house
Uh-huh, Day Light in the house
Uh-huh, E-Wok in the house
Yeah, Mr. Dibbs in the house
Uh-huh, X-Cal(?) in
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
Soldiers
still ain't finish fuckin busting
(Master P)
Won't leave no witneses to talk about it
Mr. Serv-On got life insurance
and i'm
the Bible
Pages of these words I've written while I'm sitting idle
Live and die by them fuck my idols and my rivals
You gon' have to stand on tip toes when I
a derelict...
"Zdrastvujtje! My name is Ivan
Is this the right place? I'm here to see a man
A Mr Kashchei", I was invited in
To "The House of Sin"...
Then
I've missed you darling
While you've been gone
These past few days
Yea
That's me talking by the way
Young
I just can't explain it
I knew you
you see
Man I just wanna Fulfill
And be what I dreamed of and live what is real
All Of my raps wanna keep it as clean
If we go dirty Im Gara as King
rammys
Mr Ktm man I miss my friend
So for Josh ama pour this remy,
Still tryna hit da belly
The grind stay steady
Said way I get Shelly Shelly,
Red card
breathe in this crowded train
Surrounded by strangers wherever I go
None of them I will ever know
Even my house is not my home
I have never felt so alone
got some few cents left
Real gees crowded on the street make it rain
Damn i'm broke that brings me pain
Rich niggas everyday partying in the street
But
Used all nine lives by the time I turned five, took jagged little pills just to try to stay alive
Runnin' with the devil never made me wanna cry
ah collar man
Mi afi get mi hand nurture fi a set a plan
So by nex year mi can be a better man
Ghetto yute affi wise like soloman
Need a likkle bit
Don't try to act different, man this Is the whole end
Man, I ride with my motherfuckin' Kin, this is how I live, it what it is
Go ahead and talk that
thank Mark Mandoo
And the One Live Crew and all the Lakewood posse
Mr. Capoo, and the Antioch posse
Especially the Johnson family, what's up Miss. J?
thank Mark Mandoo
And the One Live Crew and all the Lakewood posse
Mr. Capoo, and the Antioch posse
Especially the Johnson family, what's up Miss. J?
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
understand, I'm the motherfuckin' man
I amaze and astound, rhythm up and down
Smack a group of them around, let them know who wears the crown
side tracked, missed the train
Mr magnificent, awfully vain
They swore, I was gett'in it from off the plane
Either that or lucked up in the lottery game
sweat
Or put your house on the line and I can cover the bet
So hurry up and come get some, if you want some
You know the phrase, scared money don't
Then we breezing the law
Blowing that weed from my jaw
G's up hoe's down
East Side to by dog
(East Side)
All the time man
Thanks for even asking
That's right mothafuckas
Knightowl's back with some of that violent shit
With my boy Lil' One up in this mothafuckin house
Chris Gun up in this
I get to draw u out too
Can't believe Wiley even let you in the room
You can't talk shit to me I talk shit you
Mr miyagi when I round house kick him
[Mr Lawnge]
Ahh, shit! Get ready for the lyrical beat down
Go for your gat, nigga, you can catch a smack, clown
You think you get props, nope,
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