Lyrics:
on this mutha fucka wit me
Got that lil nigga T-Rock on this mutha fucka wit me (Mr. clean)
Nay mean for all them niggas out there thinking muthafucka done
supposed to do
Just keep on running up them checks like you supposed to do
Cop VVS and some baguettes like you supposed to do
I’m moving too fast, I cannot
on my jersey no skates
I paid my dues
I'm still paying em too
You lil shooters really couldn't put a foot in my shoes
They say the hustle must continue
slide, youn want nun
Ok I'm right back bih in it like I never left
Too official, blow the whistle like a damn ref (Beep)
Lil bitch don't be blowing up my
Gang! Prrr
That's weed? Let me hit that
I'm in this bitch
Oh I'm supposed to be saying
Something? Shout out
To my niggas man
I love all my niggas
My
Lil boy
Hush up don’t run ya mouth lil boy
You got too close in my space lil boy
Gotta smart ass mouth ease your pace lil boy
I’m why you here lil
I want my friends to have millions
We only get it by risking
I want my friends to have millions
We only get it by risking
I take the risk you call
supposed to be smoke
So I jumped in the water tryna' make a splash
I was too shallow to dive and too small to crash
I got caught in the current
I was too
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
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
nonsense! Why even
bring it up? Am I right? What do you think?"
Mr. Lunt: "I think you look like Cap'n Crunch!"
Pa: "Huh? No I don't!"
Mr. Lunt: "Do too
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
(I wanna thank you)
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
(Please thank you)
The problem's plain to see
Too much technology
Machines to save
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
motherfuckin' block
Try to catch me if you can, now that I'm a grown man
The mail I got stashed away, people will never know
Mr. Flamboyant
I came in here
(Rich Gang)
Ah
You know we goin' up
Gotta keep goin' up
Can't stop goin' up
(Beezo) Uh!
What you do?
This
Ran it up like I'm supposed
just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell
just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell
I'm getting money how I'm supposed to, no love - my heart cold too
It's getting harder and it's supposed to, I pray don't nu'n of that fold you
towel
stuntin like im supposed too
poppin like i told you
hit the block and pop a lock
trouble never holds me down
Gechi baby been on the prowl
Packin ya mans no mail
Or sum you roll wit
She like I'm proud of you whoa
Shut up lil bitch you to controlling
Got a bad hoe Kelly Rowling
Want me
and put yo team on that's how it supposed to be
Aye I'm mr 43
In a foreign whip with a bitch that came from overseas
Mobb nigga but could've played
give me a break sometime all I do is procrastinate I dun had this music shit on wait on wait for far too long life just don’t get easier life move too
brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot
(Told my girl ima make it and if you stick by me i might even buy you a Benz)
(Hmmmm)
Told my girl ima make it and if you stick by me i might even
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