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I Made You!
Yes I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead 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

Look 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
Niggas 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 'cause 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 'cause 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 Ñiggas 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 Ñigga
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 Ñiggas 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)
I Made You!   Yes I Made You!   Mr. Potatohead 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      Look 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    Niggas 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 'cause 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 'cause 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 Ñiggas 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 Ñigga   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 Ñiggas 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)