heart will understand Everything is cool... Mr. Gone... We need love Mr. Gone... We gotta make a change Mr. Gone... Love, choice and destiny knocked on your door You were gone
all by yourself Love, choice, and destiny Knocked on your door You were gone Sold your world to keep it free Are you lonely tonight, Mister Gone
Traduzione: Mr. Big. Mister Gone.
Traduzione: Mr. Big. Mr Gone.
you can have your own say So long, I'll miss him when he's gone You don't know what it is, you don't know what it is yeah He works on automatic Mr. Clean
(feat. 3-2, Big Pokey, Clay-Doe) [Hook: Big Pokey] Cheddar, cheddar Makes things better, (get your paper mayn) Cheddar, cheddar Makes things better, (
(feat. 3-2, Big Steve) [talking:] Yes, and at this time I would like to give a big I mean a very very big round of, fuck you To you hoe ass niggaz,
[Intro:] [Excerpt from a porno movie of a woman being fucked] [Mr.Mixx] Yeah, bitch. I know you used to clown and talk shit in high school when we was
(feat. Big Moe) [Talking] What's the deal? (Oooooh) it's the Trendsettas baby (trendsettas) Knah I'm sayin everybody go fetch ya white cup (Ooohoooh
the block without my heater Two big pitts I call them Mobb Bitch Nigga eaters And I won't whimper till I'm gone Thug Life Running through my veins So
six figures, is break niggaz Me and Musolini set to ride we high Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as
pimpin' and mackin' and actin' Bad when a nigga rappin' Get your hands up, let me see the big butts We don't wanna see nothin' but the big butts Thug
oh, ay oh When she drop dat big booty on down to the flo' It's tightwork when you got a pair of gators on Step off in the club and you got dem broad's head gone
[Intro:] Mr. Mix Mr. DJ play that beat. Won't you play if for me. In the mix mister hop forward hop back. Hop, hop hop. [Verse 1:] The second somebody
wrong Cause I believe that she loved me enough to keep Coming back to me Chorus Verse 2: (BIG MIKE) It still ain?t really hit me, that my baby?s gone
mind Doing it legal going crazy, trying to deal with 5.25 Minimum wage ain't the solution, shit I don't even apply So it ain't no use for Mr. Ro, to
't hide that (uh oh). I gotta find it. I guess I gotta pack: toothbrush, guitar and a big comb. Who's gonna look for me when I'm gone. (Ooh oh, still
to ever spit I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm Nelly and the Tics I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the dics Cause they want me gone, been in the game
