man in the mirror All the wasted love, sweat and tears Now you're Mr. Never in a million years You're a D.I.Y. mister, it's been a good day in hell
man in the mirror All the wasted love, sweat and tears Now you're Mr. Never In A Million Years You're a D.I.Y. mister, it's been a good day in hell
shit I'ma see ya when you make a mill When you make a mill When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya Respected by gee's cos I never tried to be one But I've
to go It's shitty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing fed time On a first offense drug bust, fuck the
person you know. You pass around a link to some dumb thing on You Tube That everybody else already saw 3 years ago. And wacky, pappy, photoshop billboards were never
to the beamers to the benz If I blam it'll kill, never ran never will only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my tims Hat low its not a weak link
Short, y'all niggaz know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street got a
Now, he rest in the place that they call paradise Yo, once a child, twice a villain If this was drugs, I'd make a million off this combination They
Now he rest in the place that they call Paradise Yo, once a child, twice a villain If this was drugs I'd make a million off this combination They say
and sing this song Sing this song, sing this song Sing this song, sing this song It went a little something like Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb Debbie had a
Or CONFUSE ME with a Canibus or Dre with a DUPRI We'll rub it in, every club you're in will have you Blackballed and make sure you never rap a-fuckin-
I get a soul clap? Diggin' in the crates for something smooth Showbiz & A.G., yo money, we make the party groove And I'm a top-notch competitor, carrying dough like a
cold Neighbours catch contacts from the blunts that I've rolled A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans
tell my shooters go get em, they go make a cow Ridin in a wiz a fortune, then I made a vow I will never let these rapper niggas take a stow My dogs karate
to redeem, a dream Seen a couple of years ago when I was just a teenager The need to come off at that particular time wasn't major Now I have to wear a
If twenty years after his first single, his name's stuck From seventy-four to ninety-nine, did novice's king Wit a million MC's waitin' in line Keep a
ssy juicy I never gave a f-ck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You n-ggas aint eatin, f-