Mr. Miyagi

[Verse 1] 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 [Hook] Mr. Miyagi with this real shit Mr. Miyagi with this real shit Mr. Miyagi with this real shit Mr. Miyagi with this real shit [Verse 2] 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 sliding, they was sliding 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 [Hook]