MISTA MISTA

CLEF: Mista mista, Can I get five dollars, So I can get something to eat

HELL NO MF, You can't get no money from me

Cause every time I give you a dollar

You go get shot up with more and more needles

And you tell me that you're drug free

Drug Free Mista mista, I haven't ate anything for a week

Can I get a quarter? HELL NO MF, What can a quarter get you?

Nothing mf, You are just fucked up

Off them fucked up drugs, You know you need to leave alone

But you keep telling me that you're drug free

MF, You ain't drug free, you're a fiend

And every time I try to help you

You pretend as if it's okay

Then later on in the week

You go back to shootin' needles, to sniffin', Oh mf, but you told me you were

DRUG FREE DRUG FREE

You ain't drug free mf

So you damn well, can't get no mfin' money from me.

we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang, Listen Mrs. Tin

Can I'm your candy handy

And my memoir be

Reminding me of eating

Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari