name of lucky Wanna stand up player grew inches from a pimp I'm a young mac with out the gators ain't no rescue Windin or captain savor I'm with my nigga rags
like ross that ain't ay boss up in here Mr.Rags Tiny Loco that a boss up in here get it clear I got to go for Mine I ain't afraid fear Mr.Rags ayyayay
Getting that money was what Is what about then I met you and had a few doubts Have you been around the map have your dreams came Have you ever made love
ya now hey! [Verse 3:] Inna di east and di west and di north and di south A poor people pickney dem waan fi sellout Mr speedy! him run go speed out
dark with no sunshine When it's time for war we on the front line Good Charlotte bringing the bass line. [Chorus] Said Whoa This is a fight (Dear, Mr
get us saved Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get your waves Notin sadder than that day my girl father past away So i promised to MR.rany i'm
feat. 50 Cent) [Obie Trice & 50 Cent:] Yeah, ride wit me Come ride wit Trice, man I brought my man wit me, Curtis Interscope Jack' Ha-ha, ha-ha Mr.
of you niggaz Where ever I stand my bills the same punk And you got the nerve to tell me [Hook: Tech N9ne] Come gangsta Throw your rags in the air And
of you niggaz Wherever I stand my bills the same punk And you got the nerve to tell me [Chorus: Tech N9ne] Come gangsta Throw your rags in the air And
and not sound like Green Day Trade rags say you're making it, now you're old You don't give a shit. Subconsciously fullfilled prophecy you've become your own nemesis Mr
, where they can drink alone Dismissed by Society, treated like an enemy They wonder why people scream "Go away"! Socially Condemned Undesirable Misfits They line the city streets in rags
Now a good friend of mine Sat with me and he cried He told me a story I know he ain't lying Said he went for a job And Mr. Man said Without an education
get us saved Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get your waves Nothin' sad as that day, my girl father passed away So I promise to Mr. Rainey, "
down The flow will break you down Bet the flow will break you down What to do? Timbuck-one, Timbuck-two I can't see a t'ing like Mr. Magoo The sniveling
a vest, okay I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz Wherever I stand my bills the same punk And you got the nerve to tell me Come gangsta, throw your rags
misdemeanors Laugh now dick sucker cry later That AK 45 keep me live That's my motherfucking regulator [Verse 2 (Abel)] That's my brother Mr. Kane Mr
love this When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches It'll be thug life and y'all still with me When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
virgins to nymphos, look what 'cha in fo' A G that's gonna let his khakis sag Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, french braids and rags, byatch How many wicked wayz