Mr. Shadow] What's up [Mr. Lil One] Look at his girl She's lookin at who? [Mr. Shadow] Us [Mr. Lil One] I'm so excited got your bitch on my dick And
Coast we make you look over your shoulder We stay Pit Bossing, flossing, they can't hold us Soldiers stay strapped What's a war if you can't shoot back
[Mr. Shadow] It's the master of the dark Stalkin anybody talking about the incident Tryin to blow it like if I was the president Narcotic selling resident
[Mr. Shadow] Shadow and Trigonom Killin' that ass like anthrax, bitch Ain't no tellin' when we gonna hit Hahaha, yeah, check it out I'll make your head
't have dough for Mr. Shadow Then what you here for, there's the door, you gotta go Responsible for every move like a chess game Your next step gives
[Mr. Shadow] It's the master of the dark Stalkin anybody talking about the incident Tryin to blow it like if I was the president Narcotic selling
to the shit that we be makin [makin] Evil like that mothafucka Satin [Satin] [Mr. Shadow] It's the shadow of your death here to take your last breath
bodies bleedin With need of paramedic treatment 911 could resue you if they hurried They arrived at the scene And found your body getting burried [Repeat] [Mr. Shadow] Now lay your
top without stopping It's still San Diego, Southern Cali till I'm in a coffin Amici Park'n to the death, fool remember me It's Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment
on if you want to You better blast or your heart is gonna stop soon Make room for the Mr. that one thug hurting fools like blisters Watch as I blitz
Mr. Shadow] yeah, lets do what we do [Lil' Rob] Lets do it [Lil Rob] Hey wuz up homie? **Person in the Suburban** Wuz up, what you want? [Mr. Shadow] Your
(mr.cheeks) Yo, we come through like balls, nigga take two puffs and pass, Nigga, watch your back once you talk out your ass I back up 3-80 and my stash
been having with an EXTRA dressed as an indian brave.) GUARD Hey, that's enough of that. MAX To see Mr. DeMille. Open the gate. GUARD Mr. DeMille is
REPORTERS.) REPORTER #1 Do you have a statement for us, Mr. Washington? REPORTER #2 What do you think of these Negro renegades, Mr. Washington? BOOKER
MURDOCH Ocean temperature's down to thirty-one degrees, Captain CAPT. SMITH Warn the carpenter to check our supply of fresh water, Mr. Murdoch -and tell the engine room to watch
the voice inside your head And the eyes in your radio I'm the eyes in your radio Hello Mr. Racecar driver You know I'm watching you too In the trauma
retreats Of your ma?s meat Venetians As she bent over the bath Your future stared back Like a glittering path Gilded with that golden guilt Upon which you built Your
: Where my dingoes at, we had to trample the track Hyjak the straw that broke the camel's back Got my whole career in shambles, but I'm handling that Watch