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Mr. Lil One

Brown Pride Riders, Vol. 1

1999

[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)]
Ha Ha, mothaf**kas
It's mothaf**kin Lil One
Up here with my dawg G to P to A
We fin to fuck up all 5 of you
And the rest

666

Mr. Lil One

The Best of Mr. Lil One

2001

[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)]
Ha Ha, mothaf**kas
It's mothaf**kin Lil One
Up here with my dawg G to P to A
We fin to fuck up all 5 of you
And the rest

Let It Go Lil' Mama

Pharrell Williams

Brass Knuckles

2008

let it goooo

Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by

I know that I could never trust a bitch
Nikki you don’t trust me
I don’t trust myself
I know it wont be easy to see you with someone else 
But maybe

meetup outside
I seen a spark just light n die cuz it got ruined by fights
But I could never hold a grudge I hope you doin' alright
Cuz I been doin just

I ain't Morgan cannot freeman, leave that lil bitch on the semen
Getting the money I'm eating, my new bitch European
He too funny Mr. Bean, off

like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated, we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it, my adversaries is

lil syek, lil syek go crazy on them
I can't trust no man, they be plotting on my soul
And, I can't trust a bitch, they just want me for the dough
I just

Have been staring at this lady
Just to ask her what her name his
Like I never...
I wanna make her lover
Say I wanna make her diva
Like Rihanna
I told

This funk shit
I bring it to your door like Fed Ex
And talkin' dumb'll get your ass
Popped like a Xanax
Big forty, that'll knock a nigga soul out him
If

on me, pray to god I'm never drowning
Bro said he finna get lil' bro whacked, I don't doubt it
Yeah I really want them racks, give a fuck 'bout being

inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip

Mr. All of thee above

Everything I touch
Goin platinum and gold
This life I strive for
Came from hard work
I'll never sell my soul
You gain knowledge

living too dangerous
Can't trust none you niggas, don't know who to hang with
She talking too much, told that lil chick to bang it
They take pics of my

sacrificed
Now I'm grown up now I don't waste my time
The circle got small settle no score we ball
You got no soul Mr price shoes
Mr yesman nigga yes you (We

happened
They label me a backpacking nigga on fashion
I laugh at them though Mr West I ain't mad at ya
See he in his soul mode I'm in my go go
Only thing in

coke from the sopranos
Then he sold it to joel
Silver before everything goes blammo

One script in the stack in
Which i wanted to act
Fuck rejections by

Fuck em
I got soul
It's Mr. Hit her from the back until her bed break
Where I came from to give you niggas headaches

You might need some medics, I

And you will be faithful

Uh huh uh huh 
Yea

CHORUS
This my rifle 
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When i lust trust i bust my gun 
When i rush

the place to trip on good times
I'm surrounded by C's D's and double D's
some down ass women that freak me down to they knees

[Mr. Sancho]
as we walked up in

say is Amen
You know I'm never lackin'
Movin' places got escape plan

Can’t trust these hoes
This bad lil bitch she wanna
Love me from a distance they

never alone, desert you're drama and forget it at home
Say hello to Mr. Beat and Mrs. Microphone
And let me rock them tonight
Every minute that I'm in it,

the shackles off my soul
I never sold it for a cent
Now the wrist is full of gold, I
Hit the goal and now I'm rich, uh
Made some new ones
Kept this shit one

felonies
Mr makaveli straight outta jail
To sellin' these
Intoxicated, we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my
Adversaries is player hatin'
Got