's four Four whack crews' outside playin' around I said, ?I'll take you all on, now how does that sound?? Not one had heart enough to pick up that mic
my straps, women with Gaps Now, they wanna sit in my laps and listen to raps But no, heard a nigga' tight named Mr. Mike Had to catch a flight, it's
Umm, yes, yes, yes, y'all Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Sho nuff Let's ride, let's ride [Mr. G Stacka] I'm Mr. Everyday Chiefer Full of herb And
fat, dem big ol ball bats Oh yes, we call em that, I love to stack and ball dogg Don't you recall dogg the same boss that had dem bodies hauled off
livin', e'ry time When I first started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas was blind In '89 that ol' 'Mr. Flamboyant' shit was way ahead of his time Had
to do? We on our last loaf of bread Got cereal, but no milk, Kool-Aid, no sugar, what the hell? And here come Mr. Bill collector beatin' down our door
[Big Daddy Kane] Mmm.. mmm, yeah Oh I like this I wanna tell this story A little story about umm.. .. a brother who you would think has everything goin
off my big dick, chill, stop harassing me Your dick, you mean my dick and don't forget Now let me scrub that head because it smells like fish Mr. Bozack Mr
one of those I've loved along the way She had a ribbon in her hair the day I met her That whole next year we couldn't get enough After graduation she
were always meant for me And you will see that you're impossible You're impossible, you're impossible You're impossible Me and Mr. Dylan on the ride home We had
, got no favorite meal I say every meal is clean if it fills me up for real My belly's big and it's just a start, my appetite's my heart And when I had enough
cha You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart And forgot that I forgave ya when you had a spark You try to act like something really big
there with Buckles on them goulashes and tear up my bed clothes but I was fortunate As soon as I was big enough to get a job save me enough money to
much shit about me at barbershops they forget to get their haircut okay fair enough, the streets is flarin' up cause they want gun-talk, or I don't wear enough
, Who joined the Darktown Poker Club But cursed the day he told them he would join. His money used to go like it had wings If he held Queens, someone had
a pathetic nigga, first it was Biggie and Pac Now you jealous of Jigga You like a breast implant, fake on the inside You nice, let's battle for dough Mr. Big
Still I blow big and I don't like pigs I'm trying to put my trailor on MTV Cribs But they say it's too small, not enough coverage But I got two bedrooms
wall of all the things that I did All the money and fame, 8 by 10's Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame Collidin' with big names that could'