See.. most wanted.. its the epitome of this rap shit fuck yea   Get it.. m-r-dot.. m-a-n (we bring it to anybody that want it)   B-double-o-n-i-c   (Cause we real.. check the stats).. mista man.. boo-bonic      (Chorus)   What makes you a thug nigga   The sounds of guns bustin adrenaline pumpin   and don't give a fuck about nothin   What makes you a killa   The feelin that I get when I touch somethin   or how I give it to anybody that want somethin   What makes you a smart nigga   How I got rid of the hammer..   and got a one way ticket down to Atlanta   What makes you a rich nigga   The fact that I'm not a bitch nigga..   I do it solo ain't worried bout a snitch nigga      (Boo)   I'm the one who can stand the hit and fry somethin   Fuck rap you wanna see if I'm real? try somethin   A g-a-n-g-s-t-e-r we are known to leave a nigga in the E.R.   B-double-o-n..-i-c nigga.. actionious style leave you in a creek nigga   Teenager.. you ain't ever seen stranger   Iced up cell phone triple A pager   Ny blood boil.. easily hate cause agility freezin me hoes never teasin me   Think I'm here to amuse you? I crack you the fuck up?   I'll put out my steel and ill smack you the fuck up   Thug baby.. I gotta head for the streets   You gotta head for business well that's dead when we meet   Cause one shot ill have all your business in the streets   Comin out slow like a fuckin loosely   Close your eyes gotta surprise I dare you to peep   I put the tec in your mouth now I dare you to speak   Niggas under pressure look they back sweatin   Try me? That's a gamble that lack bettin      (Chorus)      (Mr.)   Mister Man keep a clip wit 50 in it   Have ya clique like.. "That's between y'all we ain't in it"   Wish my squad would say that we don't even play dat   Like you talk fly and all we jus lay back   Talkin about what you do to me nigga now why you say dat   My clique jet out rounds for y'all they don't play dat   All about loadin and cock and start spittin   Here's somethin scream fuck y'all niggas and start dippin   Hit the bar to relieve my stress and start sippin   And get outta town before the cops start trippin   We don't play.. we don't care   I'll kill you.. right hand to god I swear   See myself on the run before I see any jail   Can't see myself callin home for bail      (I promise you the pain is almost over one more verse motherfuckers)      (Chorus)      (Mr.)   It only take one thing for mister man to come spark ya   If my doe light I got to make shit darker   Runnin.. leave you wit a wheel chair or a walker   Persuade me to chill? you must be a fly talker   You heard this before.. I'm in your crib waitin   Two things for you.. glock no patience   Seese what beef? that shit means nathan   Thugs don't talk we just ride till we die   Drink till we drunk.. smoke till we high   Pop till it clack.. push wigs back   Put the gun in your mouth and say point where it's at   The ice wrist shit nigga come on about dat   (Aiyyo I love my kids mister!).. I don't doubt that   I gotta eat too nigga how about dat   For that ransome doe.. kids get kidnapped   Your wife act crazy wife get smacked   Your clique don't like it your clique get clapped   or I cock back just to throw flames   In case you got a urge to snitch and drop names   Leave you open minded nigga wit no brains   Shame.. your man was slippin I shot 'em   Callin.. tellin my dog I got 'em   Hit 'em up top and work my way down bottom   Want it wit Mister Man? See nigga that's a problem      (Chorus) - repeat 'til fade