Lyrics Mr. Nice Guy - Killah Threat, Reno, Money

Mr. Nice Guy

UPC: 859 722 965 704
ISRC: TCADJ1703552
Song Title: Mr. Nice Guy ft. Money, Young Black, Grim Guiliani & Reno
Writers: Tracy Moore Jr, Sonny Gaskins, Clarence Taylor, Torrie Crowder & Ron
Bryant
Artists: Killah Threat, Money, Young Black, Grim Guiliani & Reno
Producers: Killah Threat Productions
Mastering: Tracys Mastering Service
Label: Thoroughbred Ent STL
Published 11/20/2017
Chorus: Killah Threat
It’s no more Mr. nice guy, No more Mr. nice guy
No more Mr. Nice, No mo, no mo Mr. nice guy
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I had it wit you lames
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I man I had it wit you lames
It’s no more Mr. nice guy, No more Mr. nice guy
No more Mr. Nice, No mo, no mo Mr. nice guy
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I had it wit you lames
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I man I had it wit you lames
Verse 1: Killah Threat
Who these niccas think they testin'
Maybe I should pop the question
Man I need some disinfectant
To spray off you Uncle Festers
All my niccas crazy what y’all saying yep it baffles me
I’m the one that turns the talk to war so where’s the battle scene
Mr. Clean, yeah I am
You giving a fucc I don’t give no damn
Yeah I am a smooth cat so like Sylvester man y’all can scram
First semester I got them grams
By second semester I owned the blocc
Now everybody in my hood snitchin'
And the house I’m in get watched by the cops
My confidants are bredryens like Jaggernauts they level shit
And I am like Magneto cause I always stay with metal bitch
Look at me wrong I’ll split your pumpkin
Then come to your mommas lunch-in
Then all of us run a train, like what’s our conjunction junction
My malfunction I showed too much love to you fucc niccas
Thinkin' they hard but they won’t even bust a nut nicca
What nicca wit yo lookin' ass jump nicca
You feelin' froggy you can leap inside this trunk nicca
Chorus: Killah Threat
It’s no more Mr. nice guy, No more Mr. nice guy
No more Mr. Nice, No mo, no mo Mr. nice guy
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I had it wit you lames
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I man I had it wit you lames
It’s no more Mr. nice guy, No more Mr. nice guy
No more Mr. Nice, No mo, no mo Mr. nice guy
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I had it wit you lames
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I man I had it wit you lames
Verse 2: Money (first 8 bars)
Maaaaan I’m tired of these fucc boys (fucc boys)
Talkin' gangsta shit (gansta shit), you a lame boy (lame boy)
Never had a gun boy (gun boy), scared to fight (scared to fight)
You a fucc boy
In school (in school) they used to pick on you
You a square (a square) like a box dude (box dude)
Skinny jeans (skinny jeans) that’s gay dude (that's gay dude)
Small Tees (small tees) that’s lame dude (lame dude)
Verse 2: Young Black (second 8 bars)
It’s no more Mr. nice guy, call me Mr. nice watch
Call me Mr. shut the mall down every time I shop
Call me Mr. throw that money, call me Mr. pop that bubbly
Call me if you want some loud while you smoking reggie dummy
I done had it wit you lames, I done switched up my name
Call Mr. Bud Ice, cause I get blowed and I’m so cold
You niccas old, I’m sorta brand new
I reppin' Bred, I’m from the Lou
Street Boyz movement coming soon
Veli and Coletrane yeah what it do (Black)
Chorus: Killah Threat
It’s no more Mr. nice guy, No more Mr. nice guy
No more Mr. Nice, No mo, no mo Mr. nice guy
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I had it wit you lames
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I man I had it wit you lames
It’s no more Mr. nice guy, No more Mr. nice guy
No more Mr. Nice, No mo, no mo Mr. nice guy
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I had it wit you lames
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I man I had it wit you lames
Verse 3: Grim Guiliani (first 8 bars)
There’s certain ways to being nice, being paid living the life
The blade look like a knife, I crave to get a slice
Grenade music that bite, fillet niccas tilapia
Jump stupid I’m poppin' ya
Now who really is stoppin' em
No chance of beating obstacles, on top call me topical
High off that tropical, my language full of anguish
Now nicca what’s poppin-roo
See everything’s stoppin' you
You don’t want no trouble, I was nice now I’m gulla-roo
Verse 2: Reno (second 8 bars)
I’m Mr. Mean Joe Green yeah I get the paper
Money stacc to the ceiling sky scraper
I’m blind folded to the fact that I can’t see you haters
I named my last son Kobe, future Laker (ballin')
I ball without a rim, I flex without a gym
I’m a walking Kodak moment you can grab your film
I’m not the nice guy, Call me Mr. Ice guy
Different color stones in my wrist, Tie Dye
Chorus: Killah Threat
It’s no more Mr. nice guy, No more Mr. nice guy
No more Mr. Nice, No mo, no mo Mr. nice guy
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I had it wit you lames
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I man I had it wit you lames
It’s no more Mr. nice guy, No more Mr. nice guy
No more Mr. Nice, No mo, no mo Mr. nice guy
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I had it wit you lames
Man I had it wit you lames, Man I man I had it wit you lames