Lyrics:
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
let's get high tonight (my lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police
'Cause lil' niggas run the streets
I remember, when
I'm smokin' bud in the back
I waitin' for niggas to trip 'cause, bitch, I love to scrap
Mama raised me as a thug nigga, where love, niggas?
I
it
Shit, I'm here now, where it's at?
I'm there now, when I walk through the club
The real have stare-downs
And I walk by, lil nigga play the short guy
[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*
Yo this is what we fin to do
[Chorus: Mad One (Mr. Lil One)]
Let's ride ride, slip and slide
(From my side to your side)
thug, love
[Angie - over end of hook]
Yo, hey yo, uhh
Yo, yo, yo-yo, uhh
Aiyyo I met him at a club, spendin dubs, Mr. Superthug
Pulled up with
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
thug need a little love too, baby, how 'bout me?
Told her don't call me "lil' stink" 'cause I smell like money
I puttin' down it greatest, baby, hold
thug need a little love too, baby, how 'bout me?
Told her don't call me, "Lil' stink" 'cause I smell like money
I put it down the greatest, baby, hold
that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowin' my name
A young high strung thug
Nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in
every day
I was taught every dog got his day
When them bullets go to spark
And the dog gotta lay
Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
Mr deLeon by
to the bone,
thug it to the bone, thug it to the bone, thug it to the bone. [x2]
[Verse 1: Lil Scrappy]
Ay shawty gangsta ass hell, so I can't leave her.
Her
All My Thugs Let's Get It
Shining Hard And I'm Winning
Imma go head do my thing and imma keep on spending
Grinding hard and freakin
I'm still here
feat. Mr. Lil One
[Mr. Lil One]
Everybody want to be knowing
How I be doing it when I be flowing
back up in this motherfucker
ready to server you
Hennessy with me
A glass of Thug Passion or just a plain Pepsi
Oh! you're cool? - sure that I assume
You ain't too much of a drinker today
You was alright
I
milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air
Hahaha biggie, remember when I used to let
You sleep on tha couch
And beg the trick to let
You sleep in
High post, plain coast with a bunch thug niggas, drug dealers
Project fools, C-Murder past them tools
Shit I'm bout to make these motherfuckers get up
his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we
beautiful to be the man
lil one that evil man
[Mr. Sancho]
holdin the cap of my gun
surrounded by copers
I'm settin to run out
am ownin your crew with
So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase
feat. Lil Zane, Montell Jordan
Intro [T-Bone (Lil Zane)]
Ahh, for shiggity
Mr. Boney Bone Corleone, Lil Zane
And the one and only busta
Mr cell Block, Mr dead Eye like
Rydas' the gang and all
You motherfuckers know me
Lil Shank! One of the illest killers
Cap peeler, blood spiller,
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me
(Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin' to see
(Uh-huh)
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
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