Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire – Biggie Tribute Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Mr. Muthafuckin' Exquire]
Tiger blood running through my veins
Sake dripping on my SB's
They can see dungarees with a crease
Money machine jammin'
Posin' for FBI cameras
White bitches who act black because they got big asses
Shrimp like Samson, rollin' like the tide
2g ladies poppin' got my pupils wide
"Yo Ex I heard these niggas want the drama"
"Well if so I'll call them body-snatchers
Have 'em sittin' by the ?"
No problem
Some Lemon-Heads a pack of Hot Tamales
Fully automatic weapons merciless as Gaddafi
I cannot ?, in his palace eatin' chicken and broccoli
Stomach sloppy but somehow these bitches still jock me
Don't fuck with NYC (Nah), I can't fit 'em
Bitches flirtin' on Twitter best believe a nigga hit 'em
A livin' type of uppercut
I'm broke but I live it up
Niggas don't like me so what
Who gives a fuck

[Hook: Dallas the Kid]
What's this, niggas fake livin' like a flick
What bitch, hush 'em out then suck on this dick
No shit, I tolerate when I see you
Bend over bitch we gon' gank ? too


[Outro: Mr. Muthafuckin' Exquire]
Ayo rest in peace to Frank White
It's Mr. Muthafuckin' Exquire
We kept it real light on this one
Brooklyn raise the fuck up
We livin' this, it's real nigga shit

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