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x2] 1, fuck a nigga, fuck a nigga 2, slap a bitch fuck a bitch 3, you don't know me why you fuckin with me 1, fuck a nigga, fuck a nigga 2, slap a
the young trend setting musician I be Got critics giving up the recognition I de-serve Never bring yo' misses By me Ii??m it Ii??m it call me Mr. I.T.
[VERSE 1 (Twista)] I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks, Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block, And I Wish my brother woulda
[Chorus: Fiend] What 'cha need, need We got it, got it [4Xs] [Mr. Serv-On] Ahh! Nigga you know what the fuck I came fo'! I'm wearin this fuckin' Tank
Introduction a?? Trials We have a whole lot of superstars on this stage here tonight, And I want you to know one thing, this isa?¦ Verse 1 a?? Suffa
Yo Yo Mr. President What you doing for my residence? Yo Mr. Minister Why you being sinister? Yo Yo Mr. President What you doing for my residence? Yo Mr
me Mr. Abel, my brother, Mr. Kane Stay TRU to the game, bitch pray when the bullets rain, fuck the fame Come on [Chorus x3] [Abel talking] Mr. Abel
(Now I'm on my own) So don't you come knocking on my door Verse 3 : (Mr. Serv-On) Stay still, let me see the angle on that ass I'm whats happening
me gators by the doors, baboons and those grizzlyi??s all come out me when Im on the microphone in the, mic check 2 i?? 3, Im different like blue pee
where you at? The East, West where you at mane? It's time to get your shine on mane Pull the candy out on them boys Holler at them Thug Thugga! [Verse 1
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 Are we on the air? This is A Missy Elliott Exclusive And I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Ooh baby, what's
t a dream, this is reality homes That's why my main focus is on that money (focus on the money) Money (money, money) [Verse 2 - Omillio Sparks] Just
me Mr. Abel, my brother, Mr. Kane Stay TRU to the game, bitch pray when the bullets rain, fuck the fame Come on Chorus x3 (Abel talking) Mr. Abel,
make it back And niggas aint trippin' on yo life G (Life G) They ready to take your ass out before the count of 1, 2, 3 So give me your gold chain, what
i [master p] Uuuunnnngggghhhh! I smoke weed cause I'm a drug deala I sell candy on the block fool, to make my fuckin scrilla 7 grams for $2.50, Got niggaz in the hood on
it back And niggas ain't trippin' on yo life g (life g) They ready to take your ass out before the count of 1, 2, 3 So give me your gold chain, what bout
