mr. t

Lyrics

don't mess with mr. t, don't mess with mr. t, t, t, t, temptation. man i try i tried and i tried again, but the weed and the hoes the coke and the hen, all seem to know that i'm gon' give in, if my girl find out - one more 'gain, that i'm fucking around through her or her friends, then she gon' leave like leaves in the winter, meaning she cold, she hear about me and the twins that had on the twin skirts, hit squirt hit the purp, and that bitch had the nerve to call out my name when my girl hit my chirp, "hello?" oh - that's just my cousin kim, her and her friends stopped by for a min, "nigga, you over there lying again?!", damn. i know she ain't finna believe, she's fixing to leave, cause mr. t, don't mess with mr. t, don't mess with mr. t, t, t, t, temptation. i'm at home where the drama is grown as hell, and i'm still in my mama crib, ain't on no scholar shit, so it's no scholarships, man, but i do want some prada shit, damn, that's when one of my mans, came at me with an ounce of that yanz, like "that's 'bout a grand", but then i remember mom telling me, don't be on no corner retailing weed, ecstasy or whatever it be, cause that life ain't straight, like l and b, hard-headed like working at factories, cause i got in the game like athletes, and a nigga got paid, 'til the police took away me, now i'm in the correctional facility, mama missing me, cause mr. t, don't mess with mr. t, don't mess with mr. t, t, t, t, temptation.