Lyrics:
You're my only angel
Ms pretty be my Mrs
I will make you mine.
Girl be easy
You know you are driving me
freaking crazy
You're my only angel
You're my only
Mr. Big, but not because of my size.
8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block
Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.
Sellin
You're not getting injured
You won't remember
Your life was taken
No mistakin
Left you cold like December
Didn't take my meds
I'm off my rocker
I
ermerica!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I suppose you're right, mr. thing-fish, but you'll have to admit...this is a rather awkward situation!
Harry:
That's right!
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
than every (ooh) star above
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
Now I know all the girls I
jones
"You'll be loved by the millions
And great at your task
But no one will see who is under the mask
Cover your face, Mr jones, my dear
It's hot
yo mind to see if you're like me or you ain't tho
And if you is I'll take you in, I'll have you with me like you can't go
'Cause you my angel
I wanna
a place
My Guardian Angel the most beautiful angel in Heaven
Memories of us drawing Tulips when I was like seven
I wonder if you're with your soulmate if
bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire
than every (ooh) star above
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
Now I know all the girls I
we're all in Space
You're orthodox, a pillar of your Creed
I'm a Space-alien, or so you've decreed
By the way, Mr. Man, you've got it all wrong,
things for years, give me one swing
And it's out of here, crack!
Over the fence ladies and gents
Keeping rappers impressed but depressed by my current
Industries Mr. Mooks
You're at the highest place that you can be in Chuckle City
Well I don't really give a fuck about that
I just want you to sit down
So we
above
Mr.Bigstuff, who do you think you are?
Mr.Bigstuff, you're never gonna get my love
Now I know all the girls
I've seen you with
I know you broke
nigga tryin' to fit me in your plans
tell em' you're a fan, now you're at my crib
used to like my music now he's saying fuck young wiz
and that's how I
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so I'mma die by the trigger
My chest gettin' bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so
I ran thru my course I checked it of course
McDonald's you're gonna love
Dat baby ain't gimme no lovin I'm simpin like mr mclovin
She driving a Ford
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
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