Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga Some real shit right here, nigga This will be the realest shit you ever
Funky town, nasty Hey, listen to the man I'm the Godfather Payback Cold blooded People, people, we got to get over Before we go under, [Incomprehensible
We've taken all you've given Yet it's gettin' hard to make a livin' Mr. President have pity on the working man We ain't asking you to love us You may
Dear Mr. President with all due respect I wish we could have a conversation I would take a trip done to your residence So we could talk about the state
You have to have a party When you're in a state like this You can really move it all You have to vote and change You have to get right out of it Like
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They found an alien baby in a Russian wood A man in the delta named Johnny B. Goode A two-headed cow and a fish that walks A vampire lover and a monkey
No . . . not the Roosevelt's, not the Truman's, not the Eisenhower's no, this is not that kind of show! Not the Kennedy's, no not the Kennedy's, just
Paris For President! At the palms chilling with the martini Paris For President! Your commander in bikini When they tell you bout my policies To stop
It's the end of the month I gotta pay the rent I wish I was the President It's the end of the month and all my money i spent I wish I was the President
This is for the people they want you (Oh oh) This is for the people they want you (Oh oh) This is for the people they want you (Oh oh) (Gettin' high on
(Lil' Wayne) And who i be? Weezy Baby, and honey please, say the baby, and I got em on they knees, saying baby, Im a goodfella, they bout to make me
They pull our strings, the animals They blind, they breed the hate Under their wing we?re scientists We swallow what they fake For all you lonely boys
One thousand nine hundred ninety Something years after Christ The price, won't suffice, in the end Your man is gone You're broken down Who's around to
Just after I was born, my father said to everyone That I would be the President one day You're a natural politician, boy, get it in your head And you
Yeah, election time's comin' Who you gon' vote for? Yeah If I was President I'd get elected on Friday Assassinated on Saturday Buried on Sunday They
I'm looking outside of my window The view that I see is a child and mama And the child is begging for money Tell me why, tell me why The woman is blind
Here comes President Kill again Surrounded by all of his killing men Telling us who, why, where and when President Kill wants killing again Hooray, ring
