Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements This is what I do I got a pole in my basement If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo Call lil'
me I'ma put one in your thankin' dome Flip flop, candy drop, MJ's with the socks Dope boys, get fresh, Chevy on my headrest Ah, how you feel? I feel
secret (Let me in) Let me in the door If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for Cause I'm the one that do that music Ya feel but you
Split my face, muthafucka, gimme your scrill And that rolex in your hand, understand? Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise (swartzaniggaz): I can feel
dat's on da Blocc nigga. However you wanna handle dat shit nigga. [Brotha Lynch] Look up in da sky! It's a muthafuckin slug!/ Some nigga done let one
youdon't feel me), in the pen, fuck that you will feel me, you motherfuckers don't feel me I'mma make you feel me, yo' kids feel me, yo grandkids feel
ME WOOOOOHOOOO I'M TALKING ABOUT SEX APPEAL WOOOHOO MY OOOO MY [BELO ZERO] I'M FIXEN GET HIGH OFF DRO RUN AROUND FROM MR. PO HEY LIL MOMMA WANTA COME
my belly hurt Pimp nigga rockin' on the stage and rock on in the petty shirt Let it ruff, ooh, feels like anotha one Who you be? Mr. Shystie The one
to be, the land of the Free I don't see how count me in Oh, America, oh, America, yeah America, America Sweet land of Liberty y'all I'm doing this one
'Posed to be land of the free, I don't see how Count me in, oh, Amerika Oh, Amerika, Amerika, Amerika Sweet land of liberty, y'all I'm doing this one
Land of the free I don't see how Count me in Uh America Oh America Ha-ha-ha America (America) Sweet land of liberty y'all I'm doing this one for the
'm in the trap hood Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? I can't tell you, nigga, I'm not a snitch But on the real it feel great to be
Mr. Blue Collar, yeah, you know what? It's time for me to give a testament to where I came from The streets of Chicago, Southside Yeah, Mr. Blue Collar
Swizz Beats:] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2] I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money [Lil Wayne:] Mr Angel on the beat Young mula baby, and the devil
mutha fucka imma have all that shit one day And she be like look at that bros imma suck all them dicks one day But bitch come try dona??t just walk by feeling
Verse one: {lil' slim} Growin' up in the hood thinkin' everything Gonna be all right but it's the nine to the four and Brothers takin' yo life I'm pourin
So rough so tough, haha [Suga Free] What his here? This for them suckas Nigga I came from a long line of playas that ain't scared of NAR' ONE OF Y'ALL
I'm nothin' funk I shoots the game, the gift I spit The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it Those who don't wanna feel