Mr. Mike

Mr. Mike - Texas 2000 lyrics

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[VERSE 1]

My ghetto niggas survive and hold hands, we live

And old men embedded the game and aim 4-5's

And blindsided females, we mesmerize them

See, hell, we're live men, broke as fuck, no lyin

So what's up? I make a whole city get em up

And I know white folks is racist, cousin, I don't really give a fuck

Patience, don't be sayin that, sling the dopest rhymes like crack

Take a look around you, all your boys is layin on they back

Makin noise and bangin tracks, trained to kill on contact

Can't nobody hold me back, hate me or give up some dap

Take me somewhere off the map, gee, tell us where the party at

Show respect and then reject, the fellas don't know how to act

Blaze a sack of bombay, can we do it all way?

In school I was a fool, catch me screwin in the hallway

Ball all day, if I ever fall, it's on my knees to pray

Jesus bless my soul, needin dough I sold a ki of lley

Hopin it won't end this way, runnin from the D.E.A.

When they come investigate, you better have your story straight

Ain't nothin poppin bout no broke nigga, black nigga

Fuck what they say, and get your dough, nigga, scratch, nigga



[CHORUS]

Don't let the ghetto snatch you, police tryina catch you

And everywhere we go somebody lookin at you

(Give em what they want, give em what they want

Give em what they want, give em what they want)



[VERSE 2]

99 caused madness, who's rappin, uzi-grabbin, straight mack shit

Breakin these hoes' backs, foes hatin my tactics

Stainin your matress, displayin game when I'm at this

Tales from the hood, smell the wood in my 'Lac, it's

A trip, back to kick dust, nigga what?

Cussed my teacher out, got expelled, bailed to the weed house

Hell, don't underestimate me or doubt me, I'm great

And highly educated, bitch, all about my papes

But in the States down MC's cant's see me, straight from the underground

Niggas can't bring me down, that's why they start to hate me now

Escapin town and do all my dirt all by my lonely

They actin wild, it hurts, don't run up on me

Your wife wanna bone me, homie, that's in her nature

Ill, deal with that, kill that shit or I'ma waste ya

Brace myself, pace myself, gotta get my wealth

Make myself, break myself, I don't need no help



[CHORUS]



Who can I trust and put my faith in?

This world is tough and full of hatred

Heard it was only what we make it



Yo, yo, yo...

(Give em what they want, give em what they want

Give em what they want, give em what they want)



[CHORUS]
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