Hey Mister Mister lyrics

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Canibus


[Kool G. Rap]
Last week I beat my b*tch up in the street for lyin to me
She thought she caught a cutie but didn't know the n*gga knew me
He said he had but one or two affairs with the booga bear
All a n*gga could do was try to act like he don't f*ckin care
I was about to drop the hammer on this n*gga
Till grip pulled out his wallet and he had my b*tch's pictures
That undercover lover bullsh*t was now discovered
Can't wait to see this b*tch cause I'mma beat her ass in public
I went to her sister's house, drove by her momma's
I even stepped to poppa duke's house to bring the drama
Lookin up the block, yeah hold up, yeah there goes that b*tch
From a mile away yo I could tell my b*tch is switched
So I ran up on her, hey wassup b*tch I got a question
If you lie, this Smith and Wesson gonna teach ya ass a lesson
You ever f*cked around on me before? "Hell no!" *smack*
"Yo what you hit me with that gun for?"
b*tch why you lyin, b*tch you've been cheatin
Now I gotsa to give your motherf*ckin ass a beatin
I punched her in the ribcage and kicked her in the stomach
Take off all my motherf*ckin jewellery, b*tch runnin
I stomped her and I kicked her and I punched her in the face
Some people crowded around but nobody got out of place
Don't want heroics, "Hey buddy" - aiyyo money don't get in this
"Hey miss you alright?" - motherf*cker mind your business!
I'm bashin her with the nine, inches away from pullin the trigger
But a n*gga got to hit her till I see her face get bigger
I'm sick of all the bullsh*t, tired of all the nonsense
So I pistol whipped the b*tch till her ass fell out of conscious
Now she's all bloodied up, layin in that red sh*t
b*tch press charges, I guarantee you she's a dead b*tch
The first time you play me is your last
So yo don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my b*tch ass
[Chorus]
"Hey mister mister, what the f*ck you doin?"
"Hey mister mister" - keep walking past!
"Hey mister mister, what the f*ck you doin?"
Don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my b*tch ass!

[Kool G. Rap]
I'm baggin up mad sh*t, puttin it on the street
I never snorted but I find myself shorted every weekend
sh*t is disappearin and I'm lookin for the logic
Of why my sh*t gets lower every time I count the profit
It never fails again, these b*tches drawers they go back up
One hundred here, two hundred here, but all that sh*t adds up
So I'm layin for the traitor
So I can put foot in they ass cause I'm a motherf*cking b*tch hater!
So I'm peepin out the spot for a week
If I catch one of these b*tches stashin bread she'll be dead meat
I took one to the bath and tried to knock it
Feelin on her ass, hey yo b*tch what's this in your pocket?
Aha finally caught your ass!
The b*tch had my cash, I rolled up inside her stash
She started coppin a plea but I ain't really tryin to hear her
I snatched her by her hand, bashed her face up in the mirror
I threw her right on the ground and then her skirt revealed her panties
Now a n*gga's ready to shove his di*k up in her fanny
I hit the b*tch like one more time and then I just said f*ck it
Pulled my zipper down, whipped out my di*k and made her suck it
I'm rammin my di*k inside of her mouth and tryin to make her choke
Then I grabbed the back of her head and shot c*m down her throat
I beat her and I dissed the b*tch for tryin to steal my cash
So yo don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my b*tch ass
[Chorus 2X]
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