Lyrics Wishmaster - Lil Ugly Mane
                                                Don′t 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me, 
                                                bitch?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don′t 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Turn 
                                                me 
                                                up 
                                                some, 
                                                665 
                                                plus 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                entitled 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                money 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                trust 
                                                fund
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                up 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                dubs, 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                touch 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                Drops 
                                                on 
                                                every 
                                                corner 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                the 
                                                city 
                                                bus 
                                                runs
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                know 
                                                that 
                                                I′ma 
                                                act 
                                                    a 
                                                fool 
                                                again 
                                                and 
                                                lick 
                                                shots 
                                                in 
                                                unison
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                crews 
                                                of 
                                                hooligans 
                                                until 
                                                you′re 
                                                left 
                                                with 
                                                fewer 
                                                friends
 
                                    
                                
                                                Catch 
                                                me 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                news, 
                                                being 
                                                interviewed, 
                                                wearing 
                                                your 
                                                jewels
 
                                    
                                
                                                Saying 
                                                "I 
                                                saw 
                                                it 
                                                all, 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                know 
                                                who 
                                                the 
                                                shooter 
                                                is"
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                revel 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                infamy, 
                                                Count 
                                                made 
                                                the 
                                                symphony
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can′t 
                                                fucks 
                                                with 
                                                it, 
                                                then 
                                                you 
                                                really 
                                                not 
                                                    a 
                                                friend 
                                                of 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bullet 
                                                hits 
                                                your 
                                                neck, 
                                                travels 
                                                all 
                                                through 
                                                your 
                                                extremities
 
                                    
                                
                                                Make 
                                                me 
                                                feel 
                                                sad, 
                                                knowing 
                                                murder 
                                                not 
                                                the 
                                                remedy
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                that's 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                it 
                                                be 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                block
 
                                    
                                
                                                Braveheart, 
                                                stay 
                                                sharp 
                                                before 
                                                you 
                                                run 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                clock
 
                                    
                                
                                                ′Cause 
                                                there's 
                                                no 
                                                halfsteppin′, 
                                                you're 
                                                either 
                                                in 
                                                or 
                                                you're 
                                                not
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                the 
                                                lips 
                                                flap, 
                                                you′re 
                                                either 
                                                kin 
                                                or 
                                                the 
                                                cops, 
                                                bitch
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don′t 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don′t 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don′t 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                what′s 
                                                the 
                                                drill, 
                                                kiddo? 
                                                Ay 
                                                yo, 
                                                the 
                                                black 
                                                talon 
                                                separates
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                breeze 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                whistle, 
                                                shootin' 
                                                flame 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                Navi' 
                                                window
 
                                    
                                
                                                Call 
                                                the 
                                                whip 
                                                Zippo, 
                                                leave 
                                                you 
                                                crippled
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                could 
                                                do 
                                                it 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                park 
                                                or 
                                                after 
                                                dark 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                cribbo
 
                                    
                                
                                                Finnese 
                                                invested, 
                                                roll 
                                                around 
                                                in 
                                                suits 
                                                double-breasted
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whips 
                                                foreign 
                                                and 
                                                domestic, 
                                                bubble-butted 
                                                shorty′s 
                                                big-chested
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blessed 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                mic 
                                                majestic
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                keep 
                                                it 
                                                so 
                                                filthy 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                mic 
                                                septic
 
                                    
                                
                                                We′ll 
                                                throw 
                                                hands, 
                                                golden 
                                                gloves, 
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                the 
                                                marvelous 
                                                molly-whop
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                way 
                                                    I 
                                                lick 
                                                shots, 
                                                    I 
                                                call 
                                                it 
                                                double-barrelled 
                                                lollipops
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ugly 
                                                blow 
                                                spots 
                                                just 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                molotov
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'ma 
                                                stay 
                                                rich 
                                                ′til 
                                                the 
                                                fuckin' 
                                                coffin 
                                                drops
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ay 
                                                yo, 
                                                    I 
                                                walk 
                                                around 
                                                with 
                                                mostly 
                                                large 
                                                rifles 
                                                for 
                                                survival
 
                                    
                                
                                                ′Cause 
                                                "death 
                                                walks 
                                                hand-in-hand 
                                                with 
                                                struggle", 
                                                Stokely 
                                                Charmichael
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bitch, 
                                                give 
                                                me 
                                                my 
                                                mothafuckin' 
                                                money, 
                                                bitch!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don′t 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me, 
                                                bitch?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don′t 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ha
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah, 
                                                Mista 
                                                Thug 
                                                Isolation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don′t 
                                                you 
                                                wish 
                                                you 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                me, 
                                                punk? 
                                                Ho?
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Twistin
2 MISTA THUG ISOLATION (12th Movement)
3 Serious Shit
4 Maniac Drug Dealer III
5 Radiation (Lung Pollution) [feat.Supasortahuman]
6 Slick Rick
7 Wishmaster
8 Alone and Suffering (Interlude)
9 Bitch I'm Lugubrious
10 Cup Fulla Beetlejuice
11 Breeze Em Out
12 Hoeish Ass Bitch
13 Mona Lisa Overdrive
14 No Slack in My Mack
15 Lookin 4 Tha Suckin
16 Lean Got Me Fucked Up
17 Throw Dem Gunz
18 Last Breath (Outroduction)
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