name of lucky Wanna stand up player grew inches from a pimp I'm a young mac with out the gators ain't no rescue Windin or captain savor I'm with my nigga rags
like ross that ain't ay boss up in here Mr.Rags Tiny Loco that a boss up in here get it clear I got to go for Mine I ain't afraid fear Mr.Rags ayyayay
Getting that money was what Is what about then I met you and had a few doubts Have you been around the map have your dreams came Have you ever made love
[Cornelius & Barnaby:] Yes, New York It's really us Barnaby and Cornelius [Mrs. Molloy & Minnie:] All the guests of Mr. Hackl are Feelin' great and look
the dark with no sunshine When it's time for war we on the front line Good Charlotte bringing the bass line. [Chorus] Said Whoa This is a fight (Dear, Mr
to get us saved Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get your waves Notin sadder than that day my girl father past away So i promised to MR.rany i'
(feat. 50 Cent) [Obie Trice & 50 Cent:] Yeah, ride wit me Come ride wit Trice, man I brought my man wit me, Curtis Interscope Jack' Ha-ha, ha-ha Mr.
rep the hood back Shit Joey the don they call me cooked crack If you look at them wrong you get it pushed back From rags to riches they never look back
than any of you niggas Where ever I stand my bills the same punk And you got the nerve to tell me [Hook: Tech N9ne] Come gangster Throw your rags in
of you niggaz Where ever I stand my bills the same punk And you got the nerve to tell me [Hook: Tech N9ne] Come gangsta Throw your rags in the air And
Now a good friend of mine Sat with me and he cried He told me a story I know he ain't lying Said he went for a job And Mr. Man said Without an education
get us saved Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get your waves Nothin' sad as that day, my girl father passed away So I promise to Mr. Rainey, "
down The flow will break you down Bet the flow will break you down What to do? Timbuck-one, Timbuck-two I can't see a t'ing like Mr. Magoo The sniveling
a vest, okay I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz Wherever I stand my bills the same punk And you got the nerve to tell me Come gangsta, throw your rags
misdemeanors Laugh now dick sucker cry later That AK 45 keep me live That's my motherfucking regulator [Verse 2 (Abel)] That's my brother Mr. Kane Mr
love this When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches It'll be thug life and y'all still with me When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
virgins to nymphos, look what 'cha in fo' A G that's gonna let his khakis sag Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, french braids and rags, byatch How many wicked wayz
nigga Slip Capone Ha ha ha ha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there Niggaz get around these backwoods Get around they mommas, pull up they pants Hide they rags
