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

no batteries in my back
I show you niggas how I (Move Echo)
50 ain't
Lloyd Banks gangsta
Yayo ain't
Young Buck, you know you ain't

Look at what you made
Ain't a bitch
a monster
Kicked me G-Unit
Put me in
of fact give me a dick
Just Olivia so you can suck my shit
a pen
So I can be the in the click
Wind me up nigga gimme some lips
So I can talk about ya
Niggas aint no
While im at it tell Young Buck some white gloves
So I can cover my fingerprints in ya
I a get away car you can put it on dubs
Make sure its got a stash for the 38
And a Banks album 'cause thats where I got my
Gimme like 50
Gimme Yayo
Gimme a collection plate for Ma$e
Gimme some glasses so I can watch Mason
Who movin? You
gimme ya fans
Gimme a tear
Gimme some ears so i can hear talkin when you disappear

I you
I you
I you
I you
Mr. Potato
I you
Yes, I you
Mr. Head I Made you!
I you
I You!
Mr. Head I Made you! (You Echo)

Theres no batteries in my
I show you how I move.

Yayo: And I'd like to thank game hes mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta!

Rolling Connecticut
In a mini-van
Stop at his
I dont see men
Matter of fact I see any men
One plain clothed cop him Lieutenant Dan
Officer why ya man beat up my fans?
Makin me 5 platinum wasnt part of his plan
shit same snitch
You how it goes
I smell a rat if you take off my nose
And i bet every quarter in piggy bank
Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50
time when the lights go out
I'm pulling a desert when the knives come out
Watch man get ta tussling and the mice run out
Don't gamble with ya life my dice roll out

I you
I you
I you
I you
I you
Mr Potato Head I you!
Yes I you
Mr Potato Head I you!
I you!
I You!
Mr Potato Head I you!

Theres no batteries in my
I show you how I move (Move Echo)
50 aint
Lloyd Banks gangsta
aint gangsta
Young Buck you know you gangsta

(Phat Rat talks)
G-G-G-G-G.... NOT!
You ass niggas
Check out man
I'm not be playing these mother fucking games
Mr. Potato now you wanna be a comedian nigga
This shit is nigga!
Real
wall street
Wait
Like I told you last
It's THE black wall street you bitch ass
And Oliv... me OLIVER!
You mother fucker
I'm still heat from my niggas
For looking at your fuckin' ass nigga
You son
You bitch ass
I'ma catch up to ass nigga
Muscle mouth ass
Thats alright though

nigga

This is black wall street
me where you at
Thats all we need to know
Cus this is real
This is the nigga
& Wilmington nigga
In case you didn't nigga
Thats right in the heart of
You Bitch ass
And
Get that mother lil' ass red
Mother fucking shorts off your mother ass on that video
can you see your balls bitch
' The fuck is with you
My iggas know I tried to at your bitch ass nigga
Ima you up nigga
It's fault
50
This is Phat Rat
In case you forgot
Double!

Mr. I Made You!
I who is my enemy
I don't give a
If you talk
I make you a follower
You me up kid
Your
I'm much agile then ever
Got more style so yo

(Echoes)