mind Just talk the talk, this could be a revelation Talk the talk, we're talkin' the talk this time Talk the talk, the talk, the talk The talk, the talk, the talk
put the shit in the needle and hit it, that was it Ron..ahem...Heroin, excuse me ya'll I'm from Virginia where the Southern draw don't mind me... (Mr. Mister
mad too if you aint me call me Mr D's or Mister boss see me riding clean in a Rolls Royce n-ggas talking funny that's old money n-ggas looking crazy but
- fuck the 106 Park shit I'm on some dark shit, niggaz are plastic Tec-9 blast through your Avirex fabric What's the fuck up with Mister Cee and Mr.
you like a foggy mist You can hold me in your chest-plate like that nitro hit First degree told me if the weed can toss It'll talk some shit, gotta get
about your hood sign Keep hittin' me up and you'll get tore up from the floor up (ping) You fake niggas need to peep You gone get hit talking that shit
ha ha I'm dat muthafuckin nigga everybody been talking bout Ya'll know who dat is Dat's me Huh? wuh? Dat nigga nigga Mr. Magic Dat nigga nigga Mr
're talking to me. insects are rubbing their legs together. they're all talking. they're talking to me. and short animals- they're buckin On their hind legs. talking. Talking
I can always hear them talk. There's always been ethel: "jacob, wake up! you've got to tidy your room now." And then mister lewis: "isn
in the mix noticed several different cliques Talking, giggling and shit Well, one mother fucka gave me twits And everybody else jacking it throttling Found out later you know coca cola bottling Talking
it go [Mr. Man] Who keep the hot block? ("Mister.") Hot glock? ("Mister.") Call the cops tryin' to snitch on... ("Mister.") Big chips? ("Mister.") Nice whips? ("Mister
usually I'll ease it back Now you see it don't stop nigga on these switches I hit Off the top,niggas go jock,watch how many bitches i get MISTER Paperchaser, Mr. AK splitter Mr
nigga. This ain't no motherfucking fad. Mama mia, big ed, master p, c-murder, mister silkk the shocker. First family, mr. serv-on, tru yall Chorus (in background while she's talking
think you can fuck with the new shit? That's, Mr. Shit Talker.... FOUL MOUTH SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!! MISTER!!!! Mr. Shit Talker You fuck with the old,
Started rubbin' my eyes when I heard the birds talk Hey mister sleep you're gonna have to take 'walk But nothing has 's much pow'r to make me rise as
, catch you smiling through your frown I'm askin', Baby Boo, are you down? Although I know you've heard about my reputation across the nation Mr. 'I-
He said, "I don't see nothing wrong with my daughter seeing you" But it's your wife mister, she don't think that I'm charming She thinks she's Mr. Whippit
[Mr. Cheeks] What's ya niggas thinkin? Mad that we increasin, while ya shrinkin? Button up your lip, your ship is sinkin You must be coked out, frontin
