Lyrics:
think there is a virus the and it's coming from the Pentagon
Swear to god too much anger has been pent up
Donald should not be the fucking president
start knowin' sumpim about Uzi?s and shit So uh?
Now this three eighty was a bitch who used to ho up on my block
She lived on smith-n-wesson with that
ain't compatible, they be fallible
If you wanna challenge me with a battle we better saddle up
I work for battlers,seal it by pittlin pattilin
Tittling
of some old rich cunts
Which stunts are the most entertaining for you Mr Rothschild
c goth child turns up to school with an cK
To take away another parents
from town to town holdin' up for our rights
Some low down rascal took the President's life
But he's gone home, gone back home
He's staying away too long
N-n-n-n-n-n-no way
There's no way
You must agree that, baby
In all the time I've been by your side
I've never lost control
No matter how many
his life
But the sucka tried to run and get away with my money
Dem callin' me Mr. Bill Collector
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight
And if them
the president of the record label
I believe his name is Mr.Isenhawk.
I been out here quite some time.
So, aww can you let him know I been waiting.
And aww can he
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
(featuring Ras Kass)
[Intro: Ras Kass]
Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my nigga?
Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Rassy, you know
Shouts out to my nigga
one a blue streak in the sky
Mr. president, you can't afford to lie
Cause I can't afford to pay
Hurricane angel I'm lifting my eyes over baton
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
Subb'n thru my city
Come on and ride with me
Hit up the block
Lift up the top
Let ya hair blow back now
Leave them haters n the background
While the bass
have to decide (I will)
Said my name was Derek but I have a disguise
And it's McCoy on the rise it ain't passing us by (tell em)
Call me Mr. Carter, Mr
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side
Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away
The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were
goes another
Mr Zero stands still, and Miss Someone don't bother
Yesterday's kiss will be cold by tomorrow
As campfires of midnight dissolve in
a quarter
Half price
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make
a quarter
Half price
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make
Brittney
Go get Brittney
Go get Brittney
Fuck the President and Vice until they
Go get Brittney
Strait drop I gotta cook up a brick
You prolly mad this nigga
ship our fish fry
Tea time no siesta thats how we get by
Messed up teeth until I motherbloomin' die
We came all this way now we on top
Ain't no one else
To stop this stupidity no one beats me
Woah woah now, look who’s returned
Stay away from me, kid
Or you will get burned
My raps are as excellent as Mr
at all times right by me I'm too important
Going up hella n****s boarding
Get the f*** ain't no n**** snoring
It's like what how could a n**** ever snore
Nothing modified, all of this is raw
Using words to rip up beats like a claw
It's Mr N, and I'm not here to bore!
I'm a lord how I preach
Best in the game,
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