Kool G Rap - Hey Mister Mister lyrics

[Kool G. Rap] Last week I beat my b**h up in the street for lyin to me She thought she caught a cutie but didn't know the n***a knew me He said he had but one or two affairs with the booga bear All a n***a could do was try to act like he don't f**in care I was about to drop the hammer on this n***a Till grip pulled out his wallet and he had my b**h's pictures That undercover lover bullsh** was now discovered Can't wait to see this b**h cause I'mma beat her a** in public I went to her sister's house, drove by her momma's I even stepped to poppa duke's house to bring the drama Lookin up the block, yeah hold up, yeah there goes that b**h From a mile away yo I could tell my b**h is switched So I ran up on her, hey wa**up b**h I got a question If your lot of Smith & Wessons gonna teach ya a** a lesson You ever f**ed around on me before? "Hell no!" *smack* "Yo what you hit me with that gun for?" b**h why you lyin, b**h you've been cheatin Now I gotsa to give your motherf**in a** a beatin I punched her in the ribcage and kicked her in the stomach Take off all my motherf**in j**ellery, b**h runnin I stomped her and I kicked her and I punched her in the face Some people crowded around but nobody got out of place Don't want heroics, "Hey buddy" - aiyyo money don't get in this "Hey miss you alright?" - motherf**er mind your business! I'm bashin her with the nine, inches away from pullin the trigger But a n***a got to hit her till I see her face get bigger I'm sick of all the bullsh**, tired of all the nonsense So I pistol whipped the b**h till her a** fell out of conscious Now she's all bloodied up, layin in that red sh** b**h press charges, I guarantee you she's a dead b**h The first time you play me is your last So yo don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my b**h a** [Chorus] "Hey mister mister, what the f** you doin?" "Hey mister mister" - keep walking past! "Hey mister mister, what the f** you doin?" Don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my b**h a**! [Kool G. Rap] I'm baggin up mad sh**, puttin it on the street I never snorted but I find myself shorted every weekend sh** is disappearin and I'm lookin for the logic Of why my sh** gets lower every time I count the profit It never fails again, these b**hes drawers they go back up One hundred here, two hundred here, but all that sh** adds up So I'm layin for the traitor So I can put foot in they a** cause I'm a motherf**ing b**h hater! So I'm peepin out the spot for a week If I catch one of these b**hes stashin bread she'll be dead meat I took one to the bath and tried to knock it Feelin on her a**, hey yo b**h what's this in your pocket? Aha finally caught your a**! The b**h had my cash, I rolled up inside her stash She started coppin a plea but I ain't really tryin to hear her I snatched her by her hand, bashed her face up in the mirror I threw her right on the ground and then her skirt revealed her panties Now a n***a's ready to shove his dick up in her fanny I hit the b**h like one more time and then I just said f** it Pulled my zipper down, whipped out my dick and made her s** it I'm rammin my dick inside of her mouth and tryin to make her choke Then I grabbed the back of her head and shot come down her throat I beat her and I dissed the b**h for tryin to steal my cash So yo don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my b**h a** [Chorus 2X]