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No More Mr. Nice Guy (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Punks will always scheme to, create a means
To take my kindness, for weakness, cause they don’t seem to
Respect my generosity, and what it’s costin me
Is headaches, i don’t like fakes, or people bossin me around
You clown, it’s time i beat you down
You tried to play me betray me and slay me, and now you’ll drown
In the river, i’ll give ya, reasons you should shiver
Cause when i get to wreckin and deckin, i won’t forgive ya
You had the opportunity, for bein cool with me
You stabbed me in the back you duck, and now you’re soon to be
Disarmed, embalmed, i’ll break off all your arms
And then your legs, you’ll beg, i’ll crack you like a egg
And spill your yolk, you joke, i’ll duff you in the eye
And you’ll say, "why?" and bleeding and pleading, you’ll start to cry
And i’ll reply with a confident sigh, "there’ll be no more mr. nice guy"

No more mr. nice guy
No more mr. nice guy

Yo ?, this is somethin that i wanna tell to you, sell to you
And as i speak you girlies yell to your friends, "yo it’s him!
He’s shockin again!" this is the season for breezin with reason
Because i’m in, charge of the attack on suckers who just rap on
Wack track that lack that snap, while i just mack on
Honies who look good and, they all want the wood in
They push up, to get up close, to serve me puddin
And i just tell em, "look here, i am not a crook there"
But i like to snatch em all, cause like a hook they’re stuck
Struck, they tried to press their luck
They wanna tease me and skeeze me and please me, to squeeze the bucks
From my pocket that is bulging, i’m not indulging
In lame games with phony dames, too busy buildin my fortress
Score this, drink while i pour this
I’m livin and givin my rhymes, so i’ll ignore this
Garbage you are runnin, i am not the one and
You’ll never get to vamp me tramp cause i’ll be stunning your mind
I’ll sign, my name on your behind and cool you off
Like frost, i’m leary of the way you double cross
Get lost, i’ll tell you you are fly and say goodbye
And burning and yearing you’ll ask my why
And i’ll reply with a wink of an eye, "there’ll be no more mr. nice guy"

No more mr. nice guy
No more mr. nice guy

Oh sure, you’re, running back for me
I’ma great you defeat you and beat you, show you the door
Cause you ain’t really welcome, you know you’re seldom
Thinkin of your fellow man, but you still til them
You wanna be a friend then, you keep pretendin
You’re two-faced, so you’ll taste, just what i’m sendin
Pow, now, you’re shaken sayin wow
You stare, you fear, my wrath is too severe
I never let up so get up i’m fed up, and i don’t care
I’ll duff you in the eye and you’ll say, "why?"
While you’re bleeding and pleading, you’ll start to cry
And i’ll reply, "either do or you die,
Cause there’ll be no more mr. nice guy"

No more mr. nice guy
No more mr. nice guy

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No More Mr. Nice Guy (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
‘til they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends ‘cause they read the papers
They can’t be seen with me
And i’m gettin’ shot down
And i’m feeling mean

No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene

My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eye
My mom’s been thrown out of the society circle
My dad’s had to hide
I went to church incognito
And everybody rose, the reverend smith
He recognized me
Punched me in the nose

No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene

No More Mr. Nice Guy (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão


[intro]
Aiyo, got ya muthafucka seein stars
(brown hornet, pop)
Blastin muthafuckas out the muthafuckin box
(out the box)

[pop da brown hornet]
Shake rattle & roll, ratters than ya peasants ya peasants
Form a line, while i’m handin out presents
Stiff jabs or stiff kicks, for a nigga
Big back with stiff dick, for my bitches
Burn like a cancer stick, free loaded spit
Them cops that killed diallo, they can suck my dick
41 shots, enough lead to take a city exam
Or ain’t that one man with the nypd
Who need the ku klux klan
I ain’t runnin or hiddin, like 2pac i’m riddin and dyin
New york, new york, it’s where brothers are sport
Make it to the playoffs, don’t get happy get ya head blown off
We got dick for nuts, puttin fingers on red buttons
Ready to launch, tellin us, turnin ya arms
Hell no baby, ya devils must be crazy
Out of ya mind, i’m holdin on to my nine

Chorus: smoke (pop da brown hornet)
No more mr. nice guy (no more mr. nice guy)
No more mr. nice guy (no more mr. nice guy)
No more mr. nice guy (no more mr. nice guy)
No more mr. mr. mr. mr. mr. mr.

[pop da brown hornet]
You hold every sentimental
As for me, i lost my feelings somewhere inside the temple
Where they got throat cutters and back stabbers
A life is lost right in front of your eyes, nothing really matters
You just go on living, projects is like prison
We got fags and dikes, razor blades and knifes
Homo thugs, and all type of drugs
Addicts, snitches, bitches, holdin ya pictures
With nothin on but a thong
Fuck me, leave at night, for a trailer visit, fuck you in the morn
Bad boys, we killin toys, they muffle and noise
Never lose they boys, they just keep on squeezin
Bodies drop for no reason, kill you for breathin
Rumble till we even, or till one of us die
Eye for an eye, yo it’s no more mr. nice guy
Heads gotta fly, we ‘em up, let ‘em hang dry
Choke ‘em till they pass out, wake up in ya briefs
Playin for keeps, yo fuck you and your peeps
Never had it good, my last album went wood
Bought my words when you hear this, i’m movin out the hood
Takin no prisoners, no eye witnesses, if ya sensitive
Back up, you want no part of this
Ghetto bastard, who never got his ass kicked
I just stay kickin ass, got the mic and the smash
Step up, feel the blast from the brown bomber
You don’t really want drama, quick to start shit
But then go runnin to ya mama "dial 911
Brown hornet on the new cent, he fuckin with my son"
Bitch tell that piece of shit to finish what he started
With this cold hearted, half retarded, hip hop artist
Weak rapper, told ya lame ass not to cry
But you gotta fry fuckin wit no more mr. nice guy

Chorus

[outro]
Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, this smoke right here
The new millennium, ain’t no more mr. nice guy
That’s right, that’s right
When you see us in the club, there’s no more mr. nice guy
When you see us in the streets, no more mr. nice guy
That’s right, baby pop, brown hornet baby
Smoke records, rns productions, ain’t no more mr. nice guy
We’re not playin, it’s not a game

No More Mr. Nice Guy (Letra)

Gang Starr

Gang Starr

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
‘Til they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends ‘cause they read the papers
They can’t be seen with me
And I’m gettin’ shot down
And I’m feeling mean

No more Mister nice guy
No more Mister clean
No more Mister nice guy
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene

My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eye
My mom’s been thrown out of the society circle
My dad’s had to hide
I went to church incognito
And everybody rose, the reverend Smith
He recognized me
Punched me in the nose

No more Mister nice guy
No more Mister clean
No more Mister nice guy
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene

No More Mr Nice Guy (Letra)

Alice Cooper

Alice Cooper

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
‘Til they got a hold of me.
I opened doors for little old ladies,
I helped the blind to see.
I got no friends ‘cause they read the papers.
They can’t be seen with me and I’m gettin’ real shot down
And I’m feeling mean.

No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene.

I got no friends ‘cause they read the papers.
They can’t be seen with me and I’m gettin’ real shot down
And I’m feeling mean.

No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene.

My dog bit me on the leg today.
My cat clawed my eyes.
Ma’s been thrown out of the social circle,
And dad has to hide.
I went to church incognito.
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith,
He recognized me,
And punched me in the nose.
No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene.