| Punks will always scheme to, create a means
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| To take my kindness, for weakness, cause they don’t seem to
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| Respect my generosity, and what it’s costin me
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| Is headaches, I don’t like fakes, or people bossin me around
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| You clown, it’s time I beat you down
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| You tried to play me betray me and slay me, and now you’ll drown
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| In the river, I’ll give ya, reasons you should shiver
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| Cause when I get to wreckin and deckin, I won’t forgive ya
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| You had the opportunity, for bein cool with me
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| You stabbed me in the back you duck, and now you’re soon to be
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| Disarmed, embalmed, I’ll break off all your arms
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| And then your legs, you’ll beg, I’ll crack you like a egg
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| And spill your yolk, you joke, I’ll duff you in the eye
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| And you’ll say, «Why?» |
| And bleeding and pleading, you’ll start to cry
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| And I’ll reply with a confident sigh, «There'll be no more Mr. Nice Guy»
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| No More Mr. Nice Guy
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| No More Mr. Nice Guy
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| Yo ?, this is somethin that I wanna tell to you, sell to you
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| And as I speak you girlies yell to your friends, «Yo it’s him!
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| He’s shockin again!» |
| This is the season for breezin with reason
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| Because I’m in, charge of the attack on suckers who just rap on
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| Wack track that lack that snap, while I just mack on
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| Honies who look good and, they all want the wood in
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| They push up, to get up close, to serve me puddin
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| And I just tell em, «Look here, I am not a crook there»
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| But I like to snatch em all, cause like a hook they’re stuck
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| Struck, they tried to press their luck
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| They wanna tease me and skeeze me and please me, to squeeze the bucks
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| From my pocket that is bulging, I’m not indulging
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| In lame games with phony dames, too busy buildin my fortress
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| Score this, drink while I pour this
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| I’m livin and givin my rhymes, so I’ll ignore this
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| Garbage you are runnin, I am not the one and
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| You’ll never get to vamp me tramp cause I’ll be stunning your mind
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| I’ll sign, my name on your behind and cool you off
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| Like frost, I’m leary of the way you double cross
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| Get lost, I’ll tell you you are fly and say goodbye
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| And burning and yearing you’ll ask my why
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| And I’ll reply with a wink of an eye, «There'll be no more Mr. Nice Guy»
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| No More Mr. Nice Guy
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| No More Mr. Nice Guy
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| Oh sure, you’re, running back for more
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| I’ma great you defeat you and beat you, show you the door
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| Cause you ain’t really welcome, you know you’re seldom
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| Thinkin of your fellow man, but you still til them
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| You wanna be a friend then, you keep pretendin
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| You’re two-faced, so you’ll taste, just what I’m sendin
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| POW, now, you’re shaken sayin WOW
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| You stare, you fear, my wrath is too severe
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| I never let up so get up I’m fed up, and I don’t care
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| I’ll duff you in the eye and you’ll say, «Why?»
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| While you’re bleeding and pleading, you’ll start to cry
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| And I’ll reply, «Either do or you die
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| Cause there’ll be no more Mr. Nice Guy»
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| No More Mr. Nice Guy
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| No More Mr. Nice Guy |