(No More) Mr. Nice Guy

You wanna talk about guns? You wanna talk about bitches? Wanna talk about drugs? How you hitting them switches? You wanna talk about shooting? You wanna talk about gats? Well, listen Imma tell ya Mother fucker, fuck that (Fuck that) Pussy, money, alcohol, all full of killers My middle finger to that, and the rest of they agenda I remember growing up it was more artists that was gifted Got me reminiscing Travel to '93 for tips on gimmick killin Back to the future I use em to script these testaments And maneuver through nuisances Y'all are meddling with a man that's fond of burying Anybody you better go and bring the rose petals in You messing with Malcolm and Martin Luther You steppin to the judge and the shooter Here lies another rap guy, praise to I, testify, hallelujah Mirror Dance, celebrate the game's future Disturb your peace like I teamed up with Luda They ain't never seen heart like this Josh marks all slots on my top 10 list I know that passion missing, things been different What I got to offer ain't the same, but you won't listen Only talkin bout your diamonds glisten I ain't trippin I'm just wondering baby where your substance Is you gon change the content of discussion? You wanna talk about guns? You wanna talk about bitches? Wanna talk about drugs? How you hitting them switches? You wanna talk about shooting? You wanna talk about gats? Well, listen Imma tell ya Mother fucker, fuck that I hit a lick in the booth I say StraightJacket the proof of the magic that diligence do I'm from the home of the hustle You shuffle, your cards getting pulled If you say real talk, I probably won't trust ya Spit a flame, let it burn nice and slow, like my first name is Usher Run for cover if I'm on the mic Got a vendetta, and a heavy right Writing with amphetamines since a teen Pen crack cocaine, write for the veins of these fiends That believe that these legends ain't pass in vain, and I'm just sayin I ain't really here to play, nahmean? Boy I leave your fucking face at the scene Leave your body in the trunk with the rest of your team My humility might be my worst enemy They ain't got it like I do, but I'm steady being friendly G Well, No more Mr. Nice Guy I put an end to they parade like it's rain in the night sky And they ain't never seen heart like this Ducking, diving, riding, Imma die for this shit You wanna talk about guns? You wanna talk about bitches? Wanna talk about drugs? How you hitting them switches? You wanna talk about shooting? You wanna talk about gats? Well, listen Imma tell ya Mother fucker, fuck that