if you trip, then you're through Cause... [Chorus x2: Mr. Lil One] I'm sick I'm so sick, exciting... I'm so exciting to you [Mr. Lil One] I've been
(baby, baby) When we listen 'til the cops come then I'ma - rock on! [Chorus One] [Lil Wayne (Chamillionaire)] Chamilli-tary (and now Mr. Young Money himself) Lil
them bullets spray (braaaaaaaaaaaaaaat) Jus might get fill up fill up Mr. Potatoe Head U gone make me kill this nigga U claimin yo flow is sick?
like auctions Cause I pack shows sells ticks like bouston Pat ya baq hoe why da fuck dey caughin Oh I had em sick bettah get dat coffin I say coffin you can say caskett There so
people Dat I got plenty money I got plenty money [Verse1] I lyke mah bitches hood but my all my whips foriegn jus bought a new house Da last one was
(Chorus) One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say (Verse 1) Sick wit' it, six
Pink Friday to Friday the 13th Aight you Lil Kim clone clown all this buffoonery, the shit stops now time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud I
came in the office and nobody noticed with liquid explosives on top of Versace clothes give up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso, lil' Layzie like Caesar, Stack's like lil
Age ain't shit, I done got a lil' older Me or you man, baby girl take a pick, which one? She's so classy, she's so jazzy Lil' momma blow like a rail
droppin stacks at galleria. Hollin at these mama mia's (yeah) Im so Inkredible, switchin' up on ya kids, you better buy a vowel. I make you sweat so
me down) Mr. Wipe Down, here (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) Here with Foxx-a-million (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) This one
it Seems the the media immediately Points a finger at me so I point one back at 'em But not the index or pinky Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one
up spit Grew up - too quick went through too much do too much shit Corrupt, and I'm a pour it on like syrup bitch Thick and rich, sick and twisted, Mr
own shit back, back 30 niggas pit black in this bitch strapped foul mouth niggas get a clip full of tic-tacs[Wooooo!!!] mr porters sick track, trick
the paper The visa, kapeesha? i'm out like, "the vapors" Who's the one you call mr. macho, the head honcho Swift fist like camacho, i got so Much style
over come these fucked up rules And make the real hell on Earth, hahaha So listen up, get any motherfucker that you can And bring him back, haha, yeah [Mr
you lookin so nice I could see that one right there with some one like me Should I take the chance and ask one to dance Do I want the one in the mini
