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
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
y'all what? 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'
lounge beat Mother, motherfucker Yeah, it's that old mackin' fast Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant Motherfucker, Mr. Flamboyant Yes, motherfucker As a youngster I never
mix slang with 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
and get naughty Jump on the elevator, hit the lights out My mom's was a yardie so my pop's kept a stout Ooh a young boy tipsy, that's without a doubt
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
today, A million eyes couldn't list 'em, so I reminisce them, But now I'm up in the studio, with my nigga Ro, Fat money G's, big T, reminisce 'em 'G'
[master p] Damn. I never thought I'd be wearin a suit and tie so many times a year, but Like bone said, to all my homies ain't here, see ya in the crossroads
that little girl come over here and give a millionaire a hug McGyver ain't liver than a, Big Tymer Big dick a million dollars and a, Pathfinder Mr.