See.. most wanted.. its the epitome of this rap shit fuck yea

Get it.. m-r-dot.. m-a-n (we bring it to anybody that want it)

B-double-o-n-i-c

(Cause we real.. check the stats).. mista man.. boo-bonic



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What makes you a thug nigga

The sounds of guns bustin adrenaline pumpin

and don't give a fuck about nothin

What makes you a killa

The feelin that I get when I touch somethin

or how I give it to anybody that want somethin

What makes you a smart nigga

How I got rid of the hammer..

and got a one way ticket down to Atlanta

What makes you a rich nigga

The fact that I'm not a bitch nigga..

I do it solo ain't worried bout a snitch nigga



(Boo)

I'm the one who can stand the hit and fry somethin

Fuck rap you wanna see if I'm real? try somethin

A g-a-n-g-s-t-e-r we are known to leave a nigga in the E.R.

B-double-o-n..-i-c nigga.. actionious style leave you in a creek nigga

Teenager.. you ain't ever seen stranger

Iced up cell phone triple A pager

Ny blood boil.. easily hate cause agility freezin me hoes never teasin me

Think I'm here to amuse you? I crack you the fuck up?

I'll put out my steel and ill smack you the fuck up

Thug baby.. I gotta head for the streets

You gotta head for business well that's dead when we meet

Cause one shot ill have all your business in the streets

Comin out slow like a fuckin loosely

Close your eyes gotta surprise I dare you to peep

I put the tec in your mouth now I dare you to speak

Niggas under pressure look they back sweatin

Try me? That's a gamble that lack bettin



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(Mr.)

Mister Man keep a clip wit 50 in it

Have ya clique like.. "That's between y'all we ain't in it"

Wish my squad would say that we don't even play dat

Like you talk fly and all we jus lay back

Talkin about what you do to me nigga now why you say dat

My clique jet out rounds for y'all they don't play dat

All about loadin and cock and start spittin

Here's somethin scream fuck y'all niggas and start dippin

Hit the bar to relieve my stress and start sippin

And get outta town before the cops start trippin

We don't play.. we don't care

I'll kill you.. right hand to god I swear

See myself on the run before I see any jail

Can't see myself callin home for bail



(I promise you the pain is almost over one more verse motherfuckers)



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(Mr.)

It only take one thing for mister man to come spark ya

If my doe light I got to make shit darker

Runnin.. leave you wit a wheel chair or a walker

Persuade me to chill? you must be a fly talker

You heard this before.. I'm in your crib waitin

Two things for you.. glock no patience

Seese what beef? that shit means nathan

Thugs don't talk we just ride till we die

Drink till we drunk.. smoke till we high

Pop till it clack.. push wigs back

Put the gun in your mouth and say point where it's at

The ice wrist shit nigga come on about dat

(Aiyyo I love my kids mister!).. I don't doubt that

I gotta eat too nigga how about dat

For that ransome doe.. kids get kidnapped

Your wife act crazy wife get smacked

Your clique don't like it your clique get clapped

or I cock back just to throw flames

In case you got a urge to snitch and drop names

Leave you open minded nigga wit no brains

Shame.. your man was slippin I shot 'em

Callin.. tellin my dog I got 'em

Hit 'em up top and work my way down bottom

Want it wit Mister Man? See nigga that's a problem



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