mist of the fog I admitt I commit a mob hit on your song Not it's gone [Chorus] [Mr. Lil One: Talkin] Yeah, Mr. Lil One Remember, enjoy your living
about when your spinnin that cash, lil mama gone and acting all flash, all about something and i got it bad, ?tick rella bella? i go in my stash, it never
't come to be right Know what I mean? If you don't, then you not of being Your four-four, knock little pieces off of your spleen, n**** I'm the one shot dealing, one
faster Sometimes I feel I talk to God a lil more than the pastor Prob'ly been livin' to make sure my son never become a bastard I've never been the one
wit me, you ridin' Davins, other spinners, pretenders I got redbones in different states, every one got a pretty face Every one let me grip they waist, every one
World, good head and victory you aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me your whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T This is Misery, no
World, Good Head and Victory You aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me Your whip aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T This is Misery,
no ?, I got ten folk there They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare Catch you
Verse One: Sheek Luchion You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat Nigga
your squeezin' 'em Ugly when you're receivin' 'em And ya peeps going crazy in the receivin' room A gun like a lung you goin' need more than one This
thing gots a price, but you got a price to pay I sold your life away, and so I slice away Dealin with your life I took your strap, your price is right
I'm here with two controversial rappers from the city Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow aka the Mayhem Click And we're talking about rumors Now Lil' Rob we understand
your eyes Every thing gots a price, but you got a price to pay I sold your life away, you stole a slice away Dealin with your life I took your strap, your
caskets drop [Verse Four: Lil' Rob] It's the one lil' cholo, back before I go Just thought that I let you know that you can never stop my flow So I suggest
let nobody put the battery 'Cause those things'll go 'pop pop' through your anatomy I'm hungry nigga, I'll eat your flesh I'ma butcher, chainsaw through your
anotha' month, her shit is back on the grind And in my life shit gets no better Never ever, just today received anotha' sorry ass letter My lil' girl
thee) Land of Liberty (Liberty) But that'll never be (Never be, no!) No way Not in America (Uh-uh not in this America) Not in America (No) I'm doin' this one
