[Mr. Lil One]

Well it's the baddest mothafucka in the clok it's the mad men

Fuck what you claim and bicth you know my name

Mr. Lil One the little one the baddest of them all

The cleaver mothafucka with the shank and the pod score

And you better belive that I'm packin a gat

And I'm ready to cap any hood any home any dome

Mothfucka now it's on and he want to battle and put an end to my life

But get with my bullet and drop any thoughts of a man tryin to get wise

Livin up in disguise, you stupid mothafucka you're wanted by my eyes

See you're shot and been murder and layin next to a curb

For trying to be brave ridin him off in a hearse

Hit em where it hurts and fatal turn for the worst

You're fightin em off in the battle

and you didn't want to meet any part of a devil

But you lost and you failed and I'm stomping on your last nail

I told you, I warned you, your family will morn your

So you hading comin with the mouth you were runnin

You knew death would call you the day the devil saw you