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I Made You! Yes I Made You! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! I Made You! I Made You! I Made You! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! Theres no batteries in my back I show you niggas how I move (Move Echo) 50 ain't gangsta Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta Yayo ain't gangsta Young Buck, you know you ain't gangsta You at what you niggas made Ain't that a bitch Created a monster Kicked me outta G-Unit Put me in converse Matter of fact give me a dick Just like Olivia so you can suck my shit Gimme a pen So I can be the hardest in the click Wind me up nigga then gimme some lips So I can talk about ya faggot Letras de cancionesNiggas aint no thugs While im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves So I can cover my fingerprints in ya blood I need a get away car you can put it on dubs Make sure its got a stash for the 38 snub And a Banks album cuz thats where I got my buds Gimme muscles like 50 Gimme Yayo hands Gimme a collection plate for Ma$e fans Gimme some glasses so I can watch Mason dance Who movin? You singing? Nigga gimme ya fans Gimme a tattoo tear Gimme some ears so i can hear police talkin when you disappear I made you I made you I made you I made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you Yes, I Made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you! I Made you I Made You! Mr. Potato Head I Made you! (You Echo) Theres no batteries in my back I show you niggas how I move. Yayo: And I'd like to thank game cuz hes mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta! Rolling through Connecticut In a stolen mini-van Stop at his house I dont see many men Matter of fact I dont see any men One plain clothed cop call him Lieutenant Dan Officer why ya man tryna beat up my fans? Makin me 5 times platinum wasnt part of his plan Same shit same snitch You know how it goes I smell a rat even if you take off my nose And i bet every quarter in your piggy bank Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50 shanked Next time when the lights go out I'm pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out Watch that man get ta tussling and the mice run out Don't gamble with ya life when my dice roll out I made you I made you I made you I made you I made you Mr Potato Head I Made you! Yes I Made you Mr Potato Head I Made you! I Made you! I Made You! Mr Potato Head I Made you! Theres no batteries in my back I show you Niggas how I move (Move Echo) 50 aint gangsta Lloyd Banks aint gangsta Yayo aint gangsta Young Buck you know you aint gangsta (Phat Rat talks) G-G-G-G-G.... NOT! You bitch ass niggas Check this out man I'm not gonna be playing these mother fucking games Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian nigga This shit is R-E-A-L nigga! Real nigga Black wall street Wait wait Like I told you last time It's THE black wall street you bitch ass nigga And Oliv... Excuse me OLIVER! You punk mother fucker I'm still taking heat from my niggas For looking at your mother fuckin' ass nigga You somebodys son You bitch ass Nigga I'ma catch up to your ass nigga Muscle mouth ass bitch Thats alright though nigga G-U-Not nigga This is black wall street nigga Tell me where you at Thats all we need to know nigga Cus this is real nigga This is the streets nigga Brazil & Wilmington nigga In case you didn't know nigga Thats right in the heart of COMPTON You Bitch ass nigga And Olivia Get that mother fucking lil' ass red Mother fucking shorts off your mother fucking ass on that video Everybody can you see your balls bitch ' The fuck is wrong with you My Niggas know I tried to holla at your bitch ass nigga Ima fuck you up nigga It's your fault 50 Snitch This is Phat Rat nigga In case you forgot nigga Double! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! I kill who is my enemy I don't give a fuck If you talk shit I make you a follower yeah You crack me up kid Your stupid I'm much more agile then ever Got more style so yo whatever Whatever Whatever (Echoes) (Thanks to Young Mercy for these lyrics) From Letras Mania