dubs, and get Chinese back rubs In the club I mix and mingle, with niggaz ladies and hoes Bidness before pleasure, real playas get chose Neck chest and
your taxes And you keep it real, while them others stay plastic You're my Wonder Woman, call me Mr. Fantastic Stop, now think about it [Bridge 2 - B
I give it on the arm you can get it from me Cuz if prices was any cheaper y'all be sellin' it for free Paid 2-3 sell it for 2-2-5 McDonald's is makin
they game is strong and they tongue is long A bulldagger beat and got yo' bitch and gone! Chorus: Brother Marquis and Mr. Mixx She'd rather
small timers become grindas escalate to big timers pimp niggas got bitches trickin vagina. This Shit Is Real nigga! *(Chorus)* 2x Verse 2 *(2
your shoes off, Before you have a sound voyage, And siyanara see ya fuckers tommorow, Get some R and R and marinate in some marinara, And have a coke and
by [Verse 2] Hey, Dear Mr. Policeman Hey am I wrong, aint you suppose to keep the peace man? I coulda swore I was driving pretty peaceful So why the hell
life, believe me [verse 3: Biggie Sound] Idealizin', writin', playin' Reapin' the diamonds, enjoyin' success His gang is sayin' I'm the best Different day and different car They wanted to punish me And
ass Im in that habitat with these piss and nabs 44 mans and if ya get out alive The gangsters are back its the year 2005 And in 2006 we running this
aim, one God, one destiny I'm not non-violent, you can back up off of me I sip my tea, and cock back three One for Tiny Tim, Mr. Walt, and Evil Dee
is it, Scott?" Scott: "Mr. Johnson already taught us this. Ain't he ever coming back? Mr. Felcher: "Well, uh..." (3rd Verse) NO! They can sit and
ninja will never die! Damn I wish I could be a Shokon Samurai so I could swing a sword and make necks fly I'd go to school and ninja-crawl through tha
thought about taking my ninja steel And cuttin up his body and fry him on the grill But he's too fuckin whack and I can kill this bitch And I don't even
Mr. bu-bu back, back in the place So hook up with the groove the fat, fat bass Rougher than rough on the richter scale _______ place a map in hell High
' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and 1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin
terorist, and they aint coming back till Bin Loden and all thoes fighters are found dead shoot up in the mountins of Airkida [Chorus]2x (Trick Daddy) Mr
just looing for that homie that could be your tender runey that one and only that stop from being lonely that chuc chi to your joney to rock your little poney [Hell Rell] hell rell and
