Mr. Miyagi lyrics

by

T.I.


[Verse 1]
All I ever did was teach folk in the community
A place where ain't no loyalty, or ain't no unity
Taught you bout animosity and how to keep it gutta
Explain to you in detail why you boys don't know my struggle
This that real deal sh*t from a real motherf*cker
My stomping ground make me a ill motherf*cker
Somebody say you might not like my music cause you might get burned from it
Mr. Miyagi with this sh*t tho, you learned from it
It's that murder man music, it's that n*gga Boosie
30 chains on his neck, look at him, that n*gga stupid
He on parole but look around 'em, he got 22
I trained 20 n*ggas, to bust 20 Uzis
I taught 'em how to sell, how to stack they mail
When they slipped and fell, I got 'em outta jail
If that ain't real, what you call that? Came home got it all back
My line busy n*gga, call back

[Hook]
Mr. Miyagi with this real sh*t
Mr. Miyagi with this real sh*t
Mr. Miyagi with this real sh*t
Mr. Miyagi with this real sh*t

[Verse 2]
I took n*ggas with no hustle, and made em outta G's
Ran wit like Busta and Tommy Sneed
I took care of n*ggas, If I was fly then they was fly with me
Wonder why a n*gga couldn't sit and testify on me (keep it real)
Forget everything we did, get up and lie on me
But that ain't how I raised n*ggas, Mr. Miyagi!
f*ck any n*gga got my back, I know God got me
They said I wasn't coming home, God watching
They say all my n*ggas looking like they got hard faces
Mr. Miyagi, why the f*ck you think they couldn't break em?
South Baton Rouge, they was schooled by a mental patient
Cause all they had was n*ggas brains on the dinner table
Every every every ghetto, they look up to me
Every bad b*tch in stilletos, they wanna f*ck with me
If Lousiana was Atlanta, then I'm fuccin Meech
I creep wax on, wax off
[Hook]
Mr. Miyagi with this real sh*t
Mr. Miyagi with this real sh*t
Mr. Miyagi with this real sh*t
Mr. Miyagi with this real sh*t
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