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
of holes keep the green runnin I'm on top half a million in my knapsack I need a smack tell em duffel up a mil fast It's lunchtime tell em gather up the moneybags A
And you know I been doing this for years Why theses niggas gon hate? Cause they got to Never let em stop you Hey you know I been doing this for years
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
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
glory over with the rock I'm not a rough guy but a tough guy to beat over drums No son to this, I'm a rhyme bastard Some mastered the art of cash, but
a larger community Yet they're soon to see I have a brother named Luck A nigga named Dres A groupie named Cassandra caught bobbin' on the head Of a Baby
probably 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
goin 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
this 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
heroin graven You would think I was a heroin baby It's a new year, new year, new money New Louie shoes but they cost a few hundred Left the tip case still
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
Kim] 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
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
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