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(feat. Mr. Shadow) [Mr. Shadow] Oh yeah [Mr. Lil' One] That's right [Mr. Shadow] The unexpected [Mr. Lil' One] Motherfuckers [Mr. Shadow] That's how we're doing it one more time Mr. Shadow and the Lil' Uno [Mr. Lil' One] That's right [Mr. Shadow] Walking through your neighborhoods Bringing the drama [Mr. Lil' One] In your hallways, cellblocks [Mr. Shadow] Beyond Entertainment, so peep game [Mr. Lil' One] Motherfuckers, here we go [Mr. Lil' One] I buck fools, I smoke em and I lay em Pay em no respect, still got the bayonet Lil' brings static just to get you automatic Reach for your piece or you end up deceased Bitch motherfucker, see you outta know You can't fuck around with the Lil' Uno Sitting short quarters, Sicko style ballers Motherfuck a bitch, we're all about the dollars Live, bounce to the motherfucking ounce I heard it through the vine that you need to plug and ounce Letras de cancionesNow hit my boy speedy, left your man bleedy All up at the killer, and that's on the for reala That's what he gets fucking around with a grand dealer Feel the wrath flowing through your veins Psycho motherfuckers that be sick up in the brain Dropping all these bombas with my nigga Sombra [Chorus x2: Mr. Lil One and Mr. Shadow] The Mistahs, the Mistahs Walking through your hallways The Mistahs, the Mistahs Talking shit all day The Mistahs, the Mistahs Walking through your cellblocks The Mistahs, the Mistahs Fuck around and get shot [Mr. Shadow] I have started on the avenue of catching possessions Motherfuck an eye witness if they make a confession They stressing, I'm teaching lessons like Professor Smith and Wessun I got deadly ambitions like playing tag with ammunition, listen Since I was born I've had a fetish for murder It's Mr. Shadow and Lil' One stashing bones by the border You heard of us, a motherfucker getting rid of evidence Catch a case like the president for blasting at your residence Creating drama, better keep them walking if they're watching They better not be talking, find their bodies cold for gawking Then he can be a king or a street sweeper But everybody dances with the motherfucking Grim Reaper I keep a son of a bitch in fear everyday of every year So I say fuck a rival and his mother's tears It's Mr. Shadow right behind you but you call me Mr. And guess who got your sister wigging, it was me and Whisper [Chorus x2] [Mr. Lil' One] I've been in as many wars as the world's got whores I'm the lyrical, critical, psycho individual Not even a miracle could ever stop my ritual Kicking all the mad shit like I knew I would What's the matter motherfucker, had a doubt that I could Well now I'm hooked up like a fiend on some uncut shit Overdosing out this Lil' One hits Now fits is what he gets, let me sit and reminice When I feed him thirty six in the corner selling tapes The fourty four, the buzz, ever wonder who I was The one with the bottle, fought fatal for a while And since I got the bottle everybody wanna borrow I put that on the hood I got your money by tomorrow And if you came through, then cool you was true But if you didn't pay me you really didn't fade me I still got the money, the bottle, and the clout motherfuckers [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania