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letra de g's perspective - mr. mike

who seen me, they said i was back in black (like who) houdini
with murderous fundamentals the street game was essential
i’m 17, heaven had never seen me i’m invisible
drama got mamma feelin dude i love that
(but f-ck that)
had to get physical, witnessing individuals
turn criminal before your vision k!llin’ n-ggas with premonition
got n-ggas that auditioned, with ammunition for some grip’n take the sh-t beyond set trippin’
i’m death wishing on a mission
fatally attracted, to paper stackin’ who’s the mackin’ that can’t escape the fact how this n-gga draper got me actin’
told me mr. don’t ever let your grip fall
love it all, so f-ck cristal i hit the ghetto with some henndogg
(send ya’ll some love) it’s mr. mike still smokin’ from queens to oakland, kryptonite got n-ggas choking
dealers provoking k!llas to open up fire in the ghetto, i’m trying to get mo’ (why) the hood i just can’t let go
i see sh-t through g sh-t that’s my perspective. with grip worldwide paper chasing on a mission. nothing is free see i’m out to get mine
h-ll rain snow or sunshine can’t get left behind. x2

i’m gettin’ no sleep cause slowly they wanna murder me like [?]
f-ck the police them tricks can blow me
if only real n-ggas survive
as these get high
real n-ggas realize
that real n-ggas can die
now i’m plottin’ and plannin’
scanning for spinach
never diminish a new beginning position my riches remain endless
exist with wickedness, from genesis to revelations
elevate conversations to rule the nation
no longer contemplating suicidal missions
avoid the cops pop the glock
slam heads for your ignition
now who is it?
it’s mr. mr. 23 of age
by the time i’m 25 i might be spotted on the front page
from broadway to wall street i mob discrete
catch up or get caught up brought up to fall deep
so ya’ll peep the game as it was proposed to those imaginary friends but in the end they turned foes

i see sh-t through g sh-t that’s my perspective. with grip worldwide paper chasing on a mission. nothing is free see i’m out to get mine
h-ll rain snow or sunshine can’t get left behind. x2
let’s cause disruption my cup run-ith over
witness the ghetto solder, can mr. make his quota?
smokin’ hazes like weed proceed to stick gauges in they ribcages
final chapter would never end in pages
who’s dangerous?
i’m like luciano with mobsters
with more bounce in my ounces then rodger
pearl harbor
bomb like that
n-ggas can’t see me with telescopic surgery
misery attack the wack mc
who brings the pain
my method-mane, is complicated
n-ggas get confiscated won’t make his funeral he’s cremated
debated they hate it drop gangsta sh-t for the ’96
while i twist a fly b-tch and a high wrist go buy this
exuberant, lavish, abundant, murder massacre unfasten ya belt
that sh-t won’t help when i’m blasting ya
haven’t you ever heard of a, k!lla?
i gots to get this million dollar bill so label me the dope dealer

i see sh-t through g sh-t that’s my perspective. with grip worldwide paper chasing on a mission. nothing is free see i’m out to get mine
h-ll rain snow or sunshine can’t get left behind. x2

- mr mike

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