man in the mirror All the wasted love, sweat and tears Now you're Mr. Never in a million years You're a D.I.Y. mister, it's been a good day in hell
man in the mirror All the wasted love, sweat and tears Now you're Mr. Never In A Million Years You're a D.I.Y. mister, it's been a good day in hell
never gave a fuck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You niggas ain't eatin, fuck it, tell
tell you a lil somethin' now [Verse 1:] Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since Get bored quickly He stay grown So the p-a
blues and pluck strings Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks dick Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap quicker but never last, and Everlast is a
drop Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock [Big Gipp] They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle Mr
Hook (Big Boi) It's shitty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time On a first offense drug bust
malt liquor beer They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for Tha Liks Shot the lights out at the championship Big chips, big trips, new
run Big yard [Chorus:] We a di last man standing Rifle shot move di gully banking Gwaan a yuh barber shop an trim Next year nuh do nuh more damn STING We a
Lil' Kim, Big Will give a damn how y'all feel Hate, but on the real, Big Will is seven mill If I wasn't on top I'd have a lot less ends I'd most likely
shit I'ma see ya when you make a mill When you make a mill When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya Respected by gee's cos I never tried to be one But I've
to the beamers to the benz If I blam it'll kill, never ran never will only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my tims Hat low its not a weak link
Short, y'all niggaz know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street got a
ssy juicy I never gave a f-ck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You n-ggas aint eatin, f-
't sayin' nothin' slick to a can of oil I walked barefoot from New York to Dallas Won for Pimp of the Year At the Caesar's Palace Made a big snowstorm
goin' drop Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke 'em with the Noodle Mr
For many years now, mr. danny kaye, who has been my particular idol since childbirth, has been doing a routine about the great russian director stanislavsky
