go Mr. I'm gonna pop you there Mr., mr., mr. who I be If you can't call me mr. Don't call me! [chorus x3] Mr. Call me what the fuck you want Mr. As long
'll motherfuckers -We bout to lay down some rules -And we got these 2 little niggas that don't give a fuck about none of ya -Ready to blast on ya bitches
bout to run this bitch Takin them riders down with me, clown with me Leave thirteen in your muthafuckin chest and you can count em Chorus [Verse 2] Nigga
see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it Age ten, new step family arrangement at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick And noticed me and my sister
know me You can't slow me down, you can't hold me So I'mma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong I got visions of makin' executive decisions But the system tells me
6 5 4 3 2 1, yeah? Take me Jesus, take me Allah, rape me in Your room Torch our days in a paranoia, gorge ourselves on gloom, yeah Give me pills and
t stand that sap [Amos Hart] And i believed that cheap little tramp. She's too smart on me, huh? And i protected her... I'm on the garage with my butt
street On his little sister's pink ten speed He said "Tim, Tim don't you remember me?" "way back from 1973?" Every time i se him he has to remind me
fuck is ya'll wack niggas ignoring Put me in a room full of murderers they be dead by the mornin [2x] Rap guys - liten to me Listen to me rap guys
known for set trippin givin they bang on four-eleven AK-47, Chuck Taylors and K-Cutters Gettin on my sag on, blast on, as I mash on you busters Rollin
but it's not edible I'm goin down as a MC champ Kinda wet on the set, but it's just damp Some day you'll see my face on a US stamp Like Evil Knievel I
shavin] (one, two, three four) Verse One: Chuck D It's another record, check it, mad methods To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed You know he
a good thang Missin Cadillacs switches in the wood grain Don't touch on my matress, it ain't cool Simon on the yard straight trippin on fools C-O so crooked
percussion Y'all know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown on Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah [Chorus] [Bubba
percussion Y'all know to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and frown on Me and 'Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah [Chorus] 2X [Bubba
1-2-3-4, count 96 more and then come and find me cause im hiding, baby not in the closet or the door or down in the playroom where we used to play
, There never is a Keanu but a dweeb lookin'at me but even if I did score he's a loser on the dance floor, Take a deep breath count 1 2 3. Even when