Lyrics:
Reminiscin' 'bout my lost thugs
(Damn I thought this nigga would never die)
Reminiscin' 'bout my lost thugs
(Genocide we're killin' up our own kind)
Some
Mr. Rosenberg
No, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
Bitch, I'm Mr. Rosenberg
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
Made fun of my last name 'til the cash came, Mr
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
the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still struggling
Trying to get some money with this mastermind I'm juggling
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year
and keep it spinning
Went gold in two weeks, I'm on a spineless spree
Cause it's are-E-S-P-E-see-T for Lil Ke
Now to guarantee, with the more satisfaction
Remy and drink nigga, Thug Luv
(Thug Luv biatch) nigga, what time is it?
Where my niggas at? Yo' I don't give a fuck
Where you lay at nigga
It's time
fuckin' with the wrong nigga
You know?
It's like, why you fuckin' with the wrong nigga?
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my
fuckin' with the wrong nigga
You know?
It's like, why you fuckin' with the wrong nigga?
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my
argue with him I know what it was
Shit yo hood like my hood I know how it was
If you tryna get carried by 6 you better keep yo judge
Shawty wanna thug
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
'm thugged out, I'm thugged out
'Cause, baby, I'm a thug
I'm thugged out, no drugs now
I'm thugged out, lil' baby, I'm a thug
Come in the booth and bring
I Made You!
Yes I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
there's no batteries in my back
I show you
pussy up in the place to trip on good times
I'm surrounded by see's D's and double D's
some down ass women that freak me down to they knees
[Mr
She got me intoxicated
I’m drunk off her liqour
But I don’t fuck with you no more
You bad for my liver
Gotta just thug it out on my own
And work
Mr. Lil One - Loddy Doddy Lyrics
[Mr. Lil One]
*Talkin*
Yo, what's crackalatin
This is all I got to say
[Chorus]
Loddy Doddy
I love to party
lil baby
Thugs need love too
Duh
Hun me love you
Oh
I’m thug yeah baby
I’m a hustler baby
Thugs need love too
Duh
I need love I need love
That is all I
Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin'
the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!
chorus:
money
I can trip low i even met your nigga Spook G
Forget your head
Ride and come halla at ya big homie
Pretty Tony in the lifestyle play
Lil Leelee doves
by any means necessary
Kids down boy I got ya, check ya books give em commissary
Chorus
My Nigga My Rider My Thug (I got you) My Nigga My Rider My
hide from it
For every hundred MC's rhymin' about birds
Only about two-thirds, I really said it without words
Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you
hide from it
For every hundred MC's rhymin' about birds
Only about two-thirds, I really said it without words
Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo)
Y'all already know that I
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
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