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Mr. D. Carter
from out tha deep water
thank the lord for my voice,
the beat, and the recorder
now pick an alphabet
and your a z and
while i'm up tryin to be tha best mc and
now let me in
I got my key in
and with them alphabets,
I never used p-e-n
but i gotta lotta paper
but a lot aint enough
so I got an occupatioin
gotta bring the bacon
straight to the kitchen table
homie if ya girl pregnant
you should kiss her naval
cuz you probably wont live
to see the mothafuckin cradle
ya past left a scar
and the future's lookin fatal
ya can't be sorry
ya gotta be a savior
gotta be the bread winner
so go rob the bread maker
when they put ya homey to sleep
its gotta be a wake up
ya move in tha hood
then ya gotta meet the neighbors



I holla
Bitch get off me
bitch get off me
I'm the little ass nigga
known as big homei
the killas is ballin
the niggas is targets
the snitches is talkin
but this is New Orleans
I love what i got
I'm just livin the moment
I aint dyin just yet
I take a shit in the coffin
I already know how to piss in tha toilet
I'm tryin to get tha pot
to piss in in the mornin'
I never fall back
I'd rather go forward
and when I come through
ya betta duck like howard
because i got power
just like a forward
I come through the lane
and straight dunk like Staudi-
Mire, Amare reminds me of I-uh
he's a Pheonix sun and I am fire
dis-re-spect and I spit fire
til ya neck end up like



Hey
now would ya light that blunt
promethazine please
now bitch look at me
like a set of t.v.'s
I'm just tryin to live out my destiny,
please, let me do me
I got the recipe, feed
I'm all about my bread
like a seseme seed
big dog talkin, check my pedigree flees (HaHa)
and I ball like every team
and i got every girl havin sex with me dream
My heart is in the dirty
but the rest of me clean
I jump for Hollygrove
like a trampoline fiend
and I rock ya bells
like a tambourine bean
jewelry shinin' like flush
Maybaline bling
red Giants jersey if ya know wut i mean
Gimme Plaxico Burress, number seventeen
one circle, three fingers is tha theme
and young money motha fucka is tha team
Mr. D. Carter   from out tha deep water   thank the lord for my voice,    the beat, and the recorder   now pick an alphabet   and your a z and   while i'm up tryin to be tha best mc and   now let me in   I got my key in   and with them alphabets,   I never used p-e-n   but i gotta lotta paper   but a lot aint enough   so I got an occupatioin   gotta bring the bacon   straight to the kitchen table   homie if ya girl pregnant   you should kiss her naval   cuz you probably wont live    to see the mothafuckin cradle   ya past left a scar   and the future's lookin fatal   ya can't be sorry   ya gotta be a savior   gotta be the bread winner   so go rob the bread maker   when they put ya homey to sleep   its gotta be a wake up   ya move in tha hood   then ya gotta meet the neighbors            I holla   Bitch get off me   bitch get off me   I'm the little ass nigga   known as big homei   the killas is ballin   the niggas is targets   the snitches is talkin   but this is New Orleans   I love what i got   I'm just livin the moment   I aint dyin just yet   I take a shit in the coffin   I already know how to piss in tha toilet   I'm tryin to get tha pot   to piss in in the mornin'   I never fall back   I'd rather go forward   and when I come through   ya betta duck like howard   because i got power   just like a forward   I come through the lane   and straight dunk like Staudi-   Mire, Amare reminds me of I-uh   he's a Pheonix sun and I am fire   dis-re-spect and I spit fire   til ya neck end up like            Hey   now would ya light that blunt   promethazine please   now bitch look at me   like a set of t.v.'s   I'm just tryin to live out my destiny,    please, let me do me   I got the recipe, feed   I'm all about my bread   like a seseme seed   big dog talkin, check my pedigree flees (HaHa)   and I ball like every team   and i got every girl havin sex with me dream   My heart is in the dirty   but the rest of me clean   I jump for Hollygrove   like a trampoline fiend   and I rock ya bells   like a tambourine bean   jewelry shinin' like flush   Maybaline bling   red Giants jersey if ya know wut i mean   Gimme Plaxico Burress, number seventeen   one circle, three fingers is tha theme   and young money motha fucka is tha team
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