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no worries - mista mister lyrics

[intro]
honey, stop!

[verse 1]
well i was in a brawl pull a gun on me at the bar
hid my gun in a bar and pulled it on my friend b*tch n*gga hide his head
walked out in the club with a empty clip
don’t n0body care about me neither so yeah i met a uzi boy
yeah i got no home but got all the bills on the house payments
ain’t never worked on a car before i want one so bad
put the gun on my chest and thought bout k!lling myself thought i might meet somebody new it’s crazy the strange things people say to each other
i think it’s funny when i talk to the kids from school and they funny
i ain’t never f*ckin’ the same
and i just want to roll the f*ckin’ way
with my windows down and my problems up
it’s funny how you make it out alive and the business sucks
[refrain]
oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh, oh
oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh, oh

[chorus]
we’d see each other just like this again
there’s a million dreams in your eyes
well you can’t hold me anymore
hold me believe me now
you can’t hold me anymore
the bridge he passed burned so bright
my father cared just a little child in pain
but he won’t die like my mother
you were a man who knew secrets
and you knew every line
so you knew i wasn’t just some angel
or was it something in the air?

[verse 2]
he was a rebel and stayed on another level
i’ma leave a mark and it won’t be the mark of the devil
in the hotel or in the back of the rental
straight to your mental it’s the style of the temple
ko bullet holes in the map leave a trail to where we at
expanded the operation out in maryland
pull up on them 24’s while i leanin on the doors
his stepfather hit him so he socked him back
we get in clubs you know you gettin ya sh*t bust
what y’all know about this fab sh*t huh?
oooh you say you got guns then bring that sh*t what?
you can get a buck*fifty quick a thin one
she knows she can get most dudes but she mustn’t know about you
with one from redman and uhh it’s about uhh
fast math measuring what you amount to
me and your man secret agents we under covers
tried to rob a man who was a d.t. undercover
hit the liquor quicker than a quicker picker upper
take a trip to the past hear that shot going blast
by all means tell the truth but tell it with a slant
i barely pulled the pants off my ass n0body sh*t that fast
you scared to be yourself cause you in a trance
blue new oozie too serial numbers is braille
love money love jail love that penitentiary mail
filmed in the streets of new york it’s real talk
ya weak ’cause i’m the biggest fish in the pond
it’s good to the bone cause the buzz is real strong
believin’ in cause no one believes in the laws
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[chorus]
we’d see each other just like this again
there’s a million dreams in your eyes
well you can’t hold me anymore
hold me believe me now
you can’t hold me anymore
the bridge he passed burned so bright
my father cared just a little child in pain
but he won’t die like my mother
you were a man who knew secrets
and you knew every line
so you knew i wasn’t just some angel
or was it something in the air?

[refrain]
oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh, oh
oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh, oh

[verse 3]
i drop a punchline at lunchtime
hands up in the building we get busy and say
the things we go through i’m beatin ya brains
big dogs we put ’em to sleep and keep ’em on a leash
like yo man we we on a brick we on a brick
i don’t give a d*mn if he’s sitting on a crib
too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow
earring in the left side of your nose love my combo
i got money in my pocket and my mind on mo
so i had to memorize these rhymes until i got home
i had a funny feeling that today will be the day
i’m old enough to know better young enough to not give a f*ck
but no i will not accept what the media says
and the song’s stuck in my head i can’t take no more
shades dark flag bright wallet chain chrome horse
from the wind storm i’ve been told the street folklore
extend when the rules are bent and i’m smoking good, ha
armed with the truth but dropped the grace off
i go back to the basics and break it all the way all
that be the type of bullsh*t i be on and stay hot
please b*st*rd handicap crews that stay soft
’cause life is short and filled with lots of grief and doubt
with rhymes that’ll hit ya get ya and sit ya down
try and stick me i fill ya back wit’ mac rounds
you gave me a love most of my life i didn’t know was there
so i didn’t care as you walked away i was stare, woosh
[refrain]
oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh, oh
oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh, oh
(hey, hey, hey, hey)
oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh, oh
oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh*woah*oh, oh, oh

- mista mister lyrics

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