into it I'm looking for a lover that Can make a sacrifice A lover that will understand Will always be by my side I pray the Lord so I can find My Mr
to die To pay for the shit they done I believe in an eye for an eye And what you believe in, Salvador Agron? Mr. Agron? Senor Agron? I believe I'm in
love I'm so so sold on your love, oh baby Just your presence is enough but wait there's more You are so wonderful, Mr. Incredible, you are quite the man And I can't believe
he died When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze Oh, 1940 to 1992-- Gravedigger When you dig my grave could you make it shallow
programming planners Make 'em watch all of that junk 'til their heads explode just like "Scanners" Leech-covered grub-eatin' fools on "Survivor" Look there's James Lipton discussing the oeuvre of Mr
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto Being born in the ghetto Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto Don't make it up, don't make it up Being
tot tot tot tot [funny noize] My niggas we bout to go all the way You know what it is [laugh] [Chorus: Layzie & Krayzie] (All the way) And we gone make
get on that level with me, a regular g, uncomparable none like these... Unpredictable harmony, mystic lyrical gots to be...bone, bone bone. -Wish Bone- 'Cause we make
want me the hell out? I'll bail out with a [unverified], that pussy makes me change Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range Shootin' thangs, it don't make
Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yard fish (What the hell is this?) Mr., Mr
go Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this)? Mr., Mr
own dick How the game go? Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistols into yard fish Mr., Mr
for the challenges they hooked up. (D-Town)Come and make a visit to the (West Side) if I need to be specific. If I ever up in court best believe I plead
And she wanna drink a little Dom Perignon With Sean! I pray that it ain't temporary I've seen it in my dreams though Mr Visionary and I told them what it is though Mr
once again, here's Bette Midler {"Well, you know, when they asked me to come on and I can't believe it, the last, the last guest The last fool Mr. Carson
my northern girl There I go, Mr. Rock and roll living on the dole Running with the boys, we'll raise some hell tonight Come on and make some noise When
, that's awful kind of you, you're making me blush I could use some competition but they not making me much Man, this beat is like my master, it's making
Mr. Jones (Me and Mr. Jones) What kind of **** are we? Nowadays you don't mean dick to me (Dick to me) I might let you make it up to me (Make it up)