All right, huh! I work hard every day Come rain or shine Don't need nobody To tell about a girl of mine She's got so much love She saved it all for me
Vertimas: P. Statymas, p. Dreggsagg. 12 Again.
Vertimas: 12 Stones. Visur p. Lovegrove.
the gray eight Hold your wrist when you squeeze, the slugs'll stay straight Can I get a witness, Swizz Beatz the monster Jadakiss, Mr. Biggs, its big
Been makin money since niggas was doing they thang And a little jury and a Shaun Gas army (All the way) Time fucked up the rhyme [Verse 11: Wish] Hey Mr
in the land my niggas is crazy Me slangin' wid nuff 'n me bang on the block And nigga this daily, who the nigga wid the 12-guage (Pump) Mr.Sawed-off
demons telling me it's time to die Why me I see some niggas they creeping outside my window I'm ready to bang, bang, bang, aim the 12 gauge pump let
To keep me out the mood of premeditatin' Yo, the log around my lone is worse I'm havin' thoughts of killin' me, but I'm killin' you first Mr. Kindness
, love, love, love My gear is off the hook, hook, hook, hook, hook I look like a model, 7 days a week I am too clean, hell na, I can't speak 12 hundred
Ha, ha, yeah, Mr. D O double R I say, yeah buddy, rollin' like a big shot Chevy tuned up like a NASCAR pit stop (Yeah) Fresh paint job (Check) Fresh
touchin the ground Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy We are not from the same home boy My Nina Baker bring your joy I'll destroy who ya employ I shoot 12
lover, got wee wee for your C double O chie Baby, let me la, la, la, lick your body Wax that ass, wax on wax off like Mr. Miyagi I'mma eat that plum
me up said it's a ho-tel party Just bring the liquor, there's already eight shawties I'm on my way, let me stop by the store Get a 12 pack of Corona,
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo 'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no Swervin', excursion limited fo 12
Yeah, got my glock caulked wit my yay in my hand Understand, I'm bigger than fourth indo man That rappin' nigga also known as Mr. Window Man 'Cause
[Male Medic] Mr. Mathers? Mr. Mathers! Mr. Mathers...Mr. Mathers can you hear my voice? OK he's not responding I'm gonna need an 18 gauge left AC right
[DJ Clue] Ha haaaaa... [echoes] [Method Man] Now...now...now...unnhhh.. Professional two shit...WHAT! Staten Island up in this mad-a-fulka... Mr. Meth
(Dorrough intro) Haha Yeahh Mr. D-O-double-R I say.. Yea buddy! Rolling like a big shot, Chevy tuned up like a NASCAR pitstop Fresh paint job [Check
