Lyrics:
On my name for
Mr. houly
He's gone run
the whole fucking world
He's gonna be
On all the billboards
An in your tv screens
No This ain't a dream
And I put
to a spot, we could burn up
Uh, learn some - been a real one since my past life
Spiritual bish went to yoga
Came back wit a chocolate chip mocha
Lil pussy
don't care about no fame
'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine
Still see me all on TV wit it
Still in da hood what ya need he get it
Dough low 44, see
this **** all night, leave your **** hog-tied
****, this is raw hide, mixed with the dark side
Never will I walk by, punk, I'm the fall guy
****,
up the sky
Or maybe it was not a star at all
I was standing by the hudson river's edge at night
Looking out across the Jersey shore
At a neon
still hit 'em, and see inside where the chill bit 'em
With heat provided by a lil' rhythm
I seek to guide whoever's grippin for wisdom, I'll do what I
a stone
To you my dear
* : Haitian Creole Word
*(1) My Mrs
*(2) i know
*(3) what quality you are
*(4) you never changed
*(5) you are always there by my
fiend it, baby no way, chill, clever mean it
Gotta be careful, be told, commercial ever seen it
Want a few, I wrote, some ask my cheatin do I know
Not
I never go commercial on you, baby, this ain't Geico
In the booth, I've been workin' on a high note
In your boo, and I fucked her, and I know
Kurt
airplay in the day
I couldn't understand why to be exact
Our music was good and I was far from wack
Then came the answer, commercial was the key
To get
of Lil' Robs
Is ther anythin' that you would like to say
To them Player Haters and if so what would it be
[Verse Two: Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
At least the bubble that we've created could make for some good TV
Oh Mr. Man upstairs
I know you're tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
Mr.478
Clique 39
Lil bitch I'm not timid uh
Throw you over bridges
Uh
Murder on live tv
Family watch at home like Simpson's
Uh
Say cheese like a dentist uh
Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I
to yourself
Speakin' of, rest in peace Sandra Bland
I'm believin' everything that wasn't on that cam
But back to you, beauty, let me address our lil
Faczyński i Kidd jak Akrobatik i Mr. Lif
Robić to gówno ciężko przestać
Czujesz bek bek pak czujesz bek bek pak
Faczyński i Kidd jak Akrobatik i Mr
to 5 like FEDEX
What your fucking box say? A lot of things
Tell Mr phoenix I want a Phoenix
You know we gonna see this, I'm so based
Switch me to 10th
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
[Lil'Flip]
Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3
Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr
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