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mr. ivan - look at youself lyrics

{ivan talkin (baby)}
we bout to get into some sh-t about these hoes that like to back-slide on a n-gga
we got b-3-2 (f-ckin right), mannie fresh and me mr. ivan
check it out as i run it down to you (motha f-ck them stank hoes, b-tch)

{verse 1: mr. ivan}
gangsta, gangsta hard f-ckin ties with a biatch
i made a few mistakes i can’t help not bein rich
i’m havin lots a trouble with some sh-t thats been on my mind
believe it or not, i’m bout to bust my rich b-tch u think i trust
“what about your friends? who you want, is it them or me?”
b-tch i put you first now why the f-ck you tryna clown me?
sheeit now why you b-tchin bout the hoes i used to f-ck?
just keep on with ya trippin’ cause this n-gga ain’t givin a f-ck
you neva gave me no kinda time to get my head right
fresh out the parish, now b-tch you know that sh-t ain’t right
i propolize the situation and get the f-ck on
now that i reach the party b-tch i’m bout to get my serve on
you playa hatin -ss b-tches is on a mission
to stop me and my serve, b-tch its best you keep on wishin
huh, now dont come on me when i start to gettin rich
you said i was a failure motha f-cka take a look at yourself b-tch!

{hook: b-32}
take a look, take a look at yourself b-tch
take a look, take a look at yourself b-tch
take a look, take a look at yourself b-tch
take a look, take a look at yourself b-tch

{verse 2: mannie fresh}
see my story takes place on the late night
i was on the lake front tryna gettin some act right
b-tch was actin funny so i had to kick game
i said i’ll be ya king you be my queen and sh-t will neva change
now i’m just sittin there look at the viva (v-g-n-)
its hairy like berry and its bigger than geneva
something said stick my finger in, so i did
then came the 2, the 3, the 4, the thumb and awwwwwww shhhiitt
i just dont believe it how could you conceive it?
my fist, my wrist, b-tch ya need (???)
push ya b-tt black, you smell like step back, ohh what the f-ck is that?
(stop doin that sh-t black)
tune the cat, aww b-tch you bad fa my health
aww, ho… take a look at yaself (ho)

{hook}

{verse 3: mr. ivan}
got my self together, head strong with things to do
took a little time to realize that i dont love you
strugglin hard, need some help, ya phone bill is due?
ya can’t do nuttin fa me aight b-tch, motha f-ck you!
i sacrifice alotta sh-t to be with ya black
since i’m on my own, now b-tch you know you can’t suck a d-ck
before i left i told you i’mma be the checker
you repped on me to ya friends, now i’m draggin you home arrested
you wish you want, your no longer under custody
see me on the streets i guarentee you won’t f-ck with me
p-ssy, stankin -ss b-tch with the yeast infection
fresh outta birth control, ain’t worryin bout protection
i coulda k!lled ya but ya ain’t worth me goin to jail
with you in ’94 all i wanna do is nail b-tch
i wanted to be a nice n-gga
to take care of you and ya kids now you wanna go out and be a gold digger?
i’m nuttin nice, i’m scandelous like jimmy swagger
kidnap them n-ggas and turn into a full jacker
now that i’m single i’m gon go get my sh-t
i’m gon get scandelous on that -ss but fa now take a look at yourself b-tch!

{hook}

{verse 4: b-32 (mr. ivan)}
now wonda out that 3rd, i’m gon drag fa that stink b-tch
all up in my grill cause a n-gga’s gettin mega rich
clockin all my riches “hi n-gga!”
shhhhheeeiitt i could slang, bang, f-ck a ho and sell some units mayne
when i was broke it was hard fa me to get some play
i’m strictly ballin, preparin my self for madd days
kiesha, (omica), shal!cka (and them otha hoes)
suck a fat d-ck stank b-tch, thats how the game go
(now b-3-2) i remember how the game was
(in the 7th ward, where i was catchin blues cuz)
fresh out ya money ’till you see these dog hoes smile
(just like a [??] you know them dog hoes go wild)
there was a time (she made me think i wasn’t sh-t
if i stuck with the b-tch i probably wouldn’t be sh-t
aww f-ck!) i know i can’t trust a b-tch
(see now i jetted, i’m kickin it in my own sh-t
she always tryna break a n-gga) break yo self b-tch
(now this n-gga gone, its best you help yaself b-tch
now i hope you enjoy livin on yoown
picked up my mask and my ruger and this n-gga gone
you by yoself, mr. ivan’s gettin rich
you thought i was doin bad ya b-tch take a look at yaself b-tch)

{hook}

(ivan talkin)
props go out to my n-gga big mike from the ghetto boys
the beer man
local 5-80, cause yall understood what was happenin with them hoes i used to sweat
but its like that ya dig
f-ck all ya stanky -ss hoes
b-tch i’m on the map, suck a d-ck biatch!

- mr ivan lyrics

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