thing until it's gone Could have built an empire if not for the jealousy that divides us We prefer to keep our eyes shut to describe when It's something
flippin his tongue hit em up now he's so deadly then if he want some come get hung I'm gonna get wicked kickin?it, scriptures of my anthem. run it quick
good thing until it's gone Could have built an empire if not for the jealousy that divides us We prefer to keep our eyes shut 'til it's right When there
. President, I'm just a young kid I'm in the fourth grade at Riley Elementary My mom and dad's been actin' funny, I'm not sure what If it ain't got something
The King's back, woo I got that get it, get it, I got that get it what you need From soft parts to trees you can get it what you need Get it, get it,
Looks like another unsolved mystery It's murda, murda, murda (It's a bloody murder) Ah, it?s murda, murda, murda (It's a bloody murder) Yeah, it's murda, murda, murda (It's
's where the party's at D.C. y'all That's where the party's at A T L That's where the party's at West Side That's where the party's at Midwest y'all
used to buy it but I just supply it now Y'all used to talk but you're all quiet now You know what it is that really makes it scrape it Have a lot of
with them g's from the south And if it's anger, I'm ready to shuv that in a nigga mouth Bitch it's the devil, better not test me funny Oomp Camp in dis
' funny Sure Bitch better have my mothafuckin' money Sure Black eyes and bruisin' up her face I'd have done it Sure To let her know these bonafide pimps who run it
Thug] Correct me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this song The same nigga who stole your cash, is who's c.d. you on What happened to I made them niggas,
funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C. This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it (The D.O.C.) Swinging
diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula It's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me And
cock the gun, they'd rather run But never M R dot 'cause I'm not the one And you say you're not a sucker, why you feel like one? It's funny how, now
'm CHORUS Dear Mr. President I'm just a young kid I'm in the fourth grade At Riley Elementary My mom and dad's been actin' funny I'm not sure what If
When it comes to pullin' gums I might do it But put your guard up black and I'm a run right through it Don't sleep on the side, thinkin' I'm easy to
It's like that y'all, oh my, it's like this It's like that y'all, no, uh-uh, it's like this It's like that y'all, no, uh-uh, it's like this It's like