Boosie Badazz - Mr. Miyagi lyrics
[Boosie Badazz - Mr. Miyagi lyrics]
All I ever did was teach
Folk in the community
A place where ain't no loyalty
Or ain't no unity
Taught you bout animosity and how
To keep it gutta
Explain to you in detail why you
Boys don't know my struggle
This that real deal shit
From a real motherfucker
My stomping ground make me a ill motherfucker
Somebody say you might not like my music
Cause you might get burned from it
Mr miyagi with this shit tho
You learned from it
It's that murder man music
It's that nigga Boosie
30 chains on his neck, look at him
That nigga stupid
He on parole but look around 'em, he got 22
I trained 20 niggas, to bust 20 Uzis
I taught 'em how to sell
How to stack they mail
When they slipped and fell
I got 'em outta jail if that ain't real
What you call that? Came home got it all back
My line busy nigga, call back
Mr miyagi with this real shit
Mr miyagi with this real shit
Mr miyagi with this real shit
Mr miyagi with this real shit
I took niggas with no hustle
And made em outta G's
Ran wit like Busta and Tommy Sneed
I took care of niggas
If I was fly then they was fly with me
Wonder why a nigga couldn't sit
And testify on me (keep it real)
Forget everything we did
Get up and lie on me
But that ain't how I raised niggas
Mr miyagi!
Fuck any nigga got my back, I know God got me
They said I wasn't coming home, God watching
They say all my niggas looking
Like they got hard faces mr miyagi
Why the fuck you think
They couldn't break em? South Baton Rouge
They was schooled by a mental patient
Cause all they had was niggas
Brains on the dinner table
Every every every ghetto, they look up to me
Every bad bitch in stilletos
They wanna fuck with me
If Lousiana was Atlanta
Then I'm fuccin Meech
I creep wax on, wax off
Mr miyagi with this real shit
Mr miyagi with this real shit
Mr miyagi with this real shit
Mr miyagi with this real shit
Folk in the community
A place where ain't no loyalty
Or ain't no unity
Taught you bout animosity and how
To keep it gutta
Explain to you in detail why you
Boys don't know my struggle
This that real deal shit
From a real motherfucker
My stomping ground make me a ill motherfucker
Somebody say you might not like my music
Cause you might get burned from it
Mr miyagi with this shit tho
You learned from it
It's that murder man music
It's that nigga Boosie
30 chains on his neck, look at him
That nigga stupid
He on parole but look around 'em, he got 22
I trained 20 niggas, to bust 20 Uzis
I taught 'em how to sell
How to stack they mail
When they slipped and fell
I got 'em outta jail if that ain't real
What you call that? Came home got it all back
My line busy nigga, call back
Mr miyagi with this real shit
Mr miyagi with this real shit
Mr miyagi with this real shit
Mr miyagi with this real shit
I took niggas with no hustle
And made em outta G's
Ran wit like Busta and Tommy Sneed
I took care of niggas
If I was fly then they was fly with me
Wonder why a nigga couldn't sit
And testify on me (keep it real)
Forget everything we did
Get up and lie on me
But that ain't how I raised niggas
Mr miyagi!
Fuck any nigga got my back, I know God got me
They said I wasn't coming home, God watching
They say all my niggas looking
Like they got hard faces mr miyagi
Why the fuck you think
They couldn't break em? South Baton Rouge
They was schooled by a mental patient
Cause all they had was niggas
Brains on the dinner table
Every every every ghetto, they look up to me
Every bad bitch in stilletos
They wanna fuck with me
If Lousiana was Atlanta
Then I'm fuccin Meech
I creep wax on, wax off
Mr miyagi with this real shit
Mr miyagi with this real shit
Mr miyagi with this real shit
Mr miyagi with this real shit