Artist: Westside Gunn
Album:  FLYGOD
Song:   Mr. T
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Intro]
GR-R-R-R...
Aiyyo...
Aiyyo...

[Westside Gunn]
Nike Max glow when I tip toe
Fuck you mean, I been dope
Half my shooters sniff coke
With no aim, you better get low (GRrRrRrRrRr~!)
TACKMA lettermans with a Tec in it
Feed fuck niggaz rope, go put ya neck in it
Got my troops in off-white boots
Pulled up, I had my foot hangin out the coupe (SKERT~!)
Off-white flannel lookin like a lumberjack
Wit the .30 poppin', you don't want none of that
Dsquared apron over these squares
Ronnie Fieg, I need size 9 in every pair
Do a nigga filthy for the right price
Dom Pérignon, the lobster and fried rice

[Chorus]
One brick, one brick
All I need is one brick

[Westside Gunn]
Aiyyo... Drive-bys out of Teslas
Scrape the pots for the extras
Bodies droppin on the regular
Run laps around these other rap niggaz for fun
At Fashion week with the M1, y'all niggaz bums
Killa designer, a serial killer
Niggaz thought I was just rhymin iller
Then I pulled out the stick, "run your jewels, run the money"
He tried to run and hop the fence
Tore his back up like Junior nigga, filthy rich (GrRrRr~!)
Wash my sins with Ace
Allahu Akbar, all this work is flake
I'ma be fly forever if the stove work
She sniffin so much molly, that bitch nose hurt
I was on the path, gettin money on the ave
Fiends milly rock, seein that my work glass
If shit slow up, I'ma look prettier in the mask
The cracks in the chip bag, the Mac by the trash
The .45 look big on his forehead
Shot him more times, left that nigga more dead
(BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!)

[Chorus]