promise you anything Place your hand over your heart Don't want to fool myself anymore Think nobody else will ever know Mr. White, up all night Hiding in my room Mr. White
in every way But she stay so many miles away She my distant lover, so many miles away Distant lover, so many miles away I'm turnin' into Mr. Telephone
all rubix cubes cause I really used to think they was hard For once trust me you don't wanna start problems the pound will make you Eddie Curry wit a heart problem
this thang since way back I told ya when I get the dough I would pay back But I got problems babayy...yea, if you only knew I got bigger problems babbayyy
we been going through this thing since way back I told you when I get the dough I would pay back But I got problems baby I got bigger problems baby So
dome, two assistants Two bank accounts, two homes, one problem Even with the O's on his check The po-po stop him and show no respect Is there a problem
about the ultimate life Two kids, a dog, a goldfish - and you as my wife We'd have a rosebush, with a white picket fence And all the neighborhood kids would call me Mr
stay true Come on now, now, now How we gets down now, now New York City now, now OK, alright, OK, alright, alright Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren Mr
I'm that hip-hop SPOKESman, I ain't a coke man A good folks man, he reached for the mic and broke his hand It's not my problem, it's not my fault It
ready for my Ferrari Scaglietti Mario Andretti, money coming fast My honeycomb hideout is made of all glass I can never be a racist Wake up every morning just to count white
company, liquor and clothing line Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine [Verse 2] BIRD CAGE! That's what it's gonna be 3rd grade Mr
known, nice chrome, a cyclone niggaz Ya sight blown, Right-o, my white stones glitter Left hand bling, the right one shiver Stallion, medallion, a ice cold picture The white stone flipper That white
me they try'na get me They won't quit they just won't quick They try'na stick me with some shit that I didn't commit Fuck tha police {mr. ivan} Ain'
know I'm fresh. Got a brand new car With a brand new check. Rims be shining, girls be jockin', I could fuck hoes with that, No problem. I'm a Crunk
The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea) Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea) Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr
Just another nigger, a spooky piece of white trash Just another jew boy, spic, mick, yid, raghead Motherfucker living on the planet Just before it kicks
Dear God, it's me transmittin' From this tiny place I live in, Harlem Oh heaven, we have a problem 'Cuz we lost all correspondence And there's no more
the title fight But I'm gone wear that championship belt so tight And if I'm wrong, there is no right And if I'm wrong, there is no white I'm tryna to