Lyrics The Legend of Mr. T - Snowgoons, Reef The Lost Cauze

The Legend of Mr. T

Yeah, I’m Mr. T, nigga flee when that snub will bang\nThe rap Clubber Lang, spittin' with bloody fangs\nNiggas rap for bitches and money, fame\nI rap for sanity and to avenge my brother’s name\nDiego Montoya\nBig black slave on a river boat with Tom Sawyer\nTell the cops to suck a dick and call my lawyer\nI’ll destroy ya before I ignore ya\nThey call me, The Ultimate Warrior\nReincarnate\nMore beef than an Amish market\nThe Cauze supremely to the government I’m a target\nMy mind sprays, my nine sprays like time stays\nQuickly\nFaster than a move and some pie made\nYou get me\nListen to every word that I say\nIt’s Philly, the city of gods where I stay\nI’m not gay\nSo I don’t listen to Lil' B\nYou kidding me\nI’m old and crazy nigga, Mr. T\nI ain’t gettin' on that plane Hannibal. With that crazy fool Murdock.\nIf he’s flyin', we dyin'. I’ll take my fist and put my initials on your brain.\nWhen I see that sucka, I’m gonna do more than punch him in the nose.\nI’m gonna break his neck. Why you gotta jibber jabber all the time?\nI’m gonna damage this sucka with fists fool\nB.A. Baracus with the chopper, a vicious rep\nNo mohawk, gold chains and denim vests\nJust a bad man, always pissed off\nWith a temper shorter than pit bosses, big Cauze\nHoppin' out the Hum-V, bumpin' Bun B, I’m dumb tree\nMake wannabes collapse like bum knee my son needs\nPamper and undies\nSo come see if this old man won’t whip you young creeps right down on front\nstreet\nMake more classics in one week\nMy own father couldn’t son Reef, spit that top of the sun heat\nGun blacker than Sonsee, make sun freeze water\nLike the instrumental to Come Clean\nSlaughter\nI’m unseen, under the bridge with nothin' but cigs\nNot that kind you smoke, the shit that sit in your ribs\nThe kids bump Lil' B\nI can’t take y’all seriously\nI’m old and crazy, Mr. T\nI pity the fool. This is a 10−0 B.A. scale. Ten being total pain.\nRemember kids, always eat my cereal. Also, treat your mother right.\nYeah, Snowgoons! Reef The Lost Cauze. Mr. T. Yeah, I pity the fool. Sucka.\nI ain’t gettin' on no plane. Snowgoons, I ain’t gettin' to Germany.\nAll the way from Philly? That’s crazy talk. I’mma damage all these suckers.\nBetter shut up fool. I’m tired of this jibber jabber. Always jibber jabbin' me\nall the time. I’mma punch you in the face