could you please shut that door behind you? And don't come back Unless you're ready to be trashed by Mr. All That Now "Mr. All That" is just a title that I
draws, schemes, we like da A team, but its dat we make cream. I'm flattered, i live da life most niggaz daydream. Since 18, dog I did great things. Bazing, haze king
came to steal it like the Grinch While I'm leavin niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin from beneath
I walk that talk, get down and dirty like New York That's why I'm still fat, beef kill that, nigga where yo skillz at? [Chorus] [El Da Sensai] But,
all? We ready for y'all We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he would draw I stand firm, and it hurts to live it You open that can of worms
thinking That I'm gonna get ya Do you think I would twitch Shottin ya close up When ya ride when I rock dekembeh Cause I'm critics about When I'm
see a plus sign in front of like twelve numbers on your cell that's me callin to tell you that I ain't at home (yeah) I'm witnessin the midnight sun in
I gave her... I'll make her a believer, When I hit the king of diamonds, They all got us... [Chorus] By any means I gotta... for many things. I wanna
see if I Joke around, one stroke around that four-fifth I Might start gettin' that vibe again Forget lookin' at yours, thinkin' it's mines again (Gimme that) I
yea just pass the Courvoisier yea, pass me that louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil Ow, bitch. Yea, just pass the courvoisier That that shit make, that
street back nigga We came that liquor Weed, digi and cars we just that particular Put down ya darts it the extracurricular Poppy Wardrobe King, I'
This Dope Than I Won't Need 3 Wishes From No Geni So I Rep That Fair Game Thats The Way I Make My Change Fed Up Till Da Day I Die Aint A God Damn Than
that hunny goes Don't sweat it nigga laugh at them funny hoes Aiyo I let they mother know That I ain't they lover though Soon as I bust a nut I'm on the
then right before i finish (get up) They say give me some mo See some cats don't understand How i got this and i got that Derrty i laid back Handle
" I literally can't front, I'm back like never befo' (oh!) I'm a rap my letter to hoes Dear prostitute, I miss y'all lettin me slap my head on your nose
I found a knew trade that I hustle with It's called hip-hop and I got a love for it Far from easy believe me y'all, I must admit Cuz y'all customers'll
microphone which I'm known to rock Bangin till the boogie end boogie time I'm hip hop I know you still feel The devastation of my lyrics so please kneel To the king that I
