No More Mr. Nice Guy

Текст песни Totally Insane - No More Mr. Nice Guy

No More Mr. Nice Guy Lyrics[Verse 1: Ad Kapone]

I'm not a fairy tale, I rock the mic very well
My hand on a trigga, nigga making much mail
Off the rap song, never had a crap song
Don't like losing money, niggas will get stole on
By ALB thugster, known around town as the neighborhood mugster
I slang D and bring G's in the pocket, she roaring like a lion and i'm soaring like a rocket
Young bitches on the jock of the Ad-Man, i would hit you with a left but that's my bad hand
I'm the ace in your face, why you trying me?
The Insane, Direct from the Backstreet
Mike D hooking shit up proper
Don't give a fuck about a bitch or a copper
Young gangster from the heart of the dark side, the ALBs in the house and i'm on high
Young raw ass hustler with a fat dick, no time for a whore i'm trying to stack bitch
Ad Kapone out the ho with a new clown, to the G,the V, and midtown
And for the Menlo and that tramp hoe, try to play the ace but that's alright though
Fuck around with the Ad ain't nothing nice, the ALB is the code to the strong side
Don't get me wrong ain't nothing weak about P.A. them niggas make mail and the bitches don't play
I ain't talking shit about saving EPA's life, this  is going out to the whole 415
To L.A. , Bombay , and New York too, something to slam out when you gone off true
Two stoges two my friends keep making mail, this is gangster rhyme nigga not a fairy tale
[Verse 2: Ad Kapone]

Don't bring Adam bitch you better save the drama, i ain't nothing nice you better go and ask your momma
She know the dick is good, don't get me mis-understood, i have the crown while I'm diggin her like Robbin Hood
Stealing from a bitch and give in to a whore, oops stealing from the rich and give-in to the poor
To break south when i pull the fat dick out, the cock is flamme Ima stick this dick in her mouth
I asked Flam and Flam it's flammable, Mac said it's hot enough to light a candle
So ima past and keep on counting cash, your on a dash to add your just trash
Been a maggot ass hoe all your damn life, settle down or be a black mans wife
But not mine cause I don't like your kind, tell your friends to go with Ad bitch
No more Mr. Nice Guy

[Verse 3: Mac-10]

Yo it's me!
Back on the mic flowing some mo shit, niggas just locked on my nuts with a tight grip
Left for a while i came back with something new, and now they want to jock me, the M-A-C
Swinging on my nuts for what reason, a different girl everyday a different time every season
Make no mistake to get caught up, you'd respect my main hood the way i was brought up
Showing no mercy on you bitches, im stepping hoes in they neck and examining jaws on them sissys
You play the game or you'll checkmate, you get frustrated cause and get slayed
So carry on sucka you can't handle, put you in the dark room ,Shh, light a candle
So now your left all alone you start screaming, but everybody is gone
Now you know whose in charge, its the Mac-10 young nigga so cop a squat
You know the rules so learn to obey, even though you can't handle the weight
[Verse 4: Mac 10]

Mo money, Mo money bitch what the fuck is wrong, I'm sitting in the cut drinking striaght get gone
You bitches all jerkin talking about you getting raw, my nigga TC straight steal to the jaw
It ain't nothing new it's just and everyday thing, you bitches going back and forth its all the same
My nigga can't stay on his bitch without a pause , you stupid ass bitches is the mother fucking cause
I'm letting hoes know they gotta slide to the right, cause left is the jeff and nigga just might
Give a little sweet, give a bitch a little twist, like my homie Ad give a bitch a fat dick
Clipping ain't nothing hoe i got to keep a fat bank, a short pack of hen a pack of fat dank
Cause if it ain't money hoe, it's all about me i fade stupid bitches that be jocking for the green
Rollin on crome is a part of my life, I'm not giving you money bitch you ain't my wife
I'm a money making nigga yous a money maggot bitch, going for my pocket trying to get me for my grits
You would take a nigga and straight straight do him, but i ain't got no time for you funky maggot booty
The M is the place and the M is what i spoke, the line is the rhyme and there is No more Mr. Nice Guy