No More Mr. Nice Guy

i've been getting wild, ever since i was a child,
i can't help it, it's just my style.
if you step to me, you'll bite the dust,
because you know i got more game, than f*@& toys r us.
b.a.v. is the true king, this ain't no new jack thing,
when i knock you out, all you'll hear are the bells ring.
i'll be on the top floor, hotel when i'm on tour,
fans will be screaming, clapping, begging for encores.
i'll take the crowd, to an elevated level,
i'm quite the rebel, maybe the devil.
but never in disguise, that's not my forte',
and when i'm with a girl, i'm not stopping at foreplay.
she wants to go further, you know she deserves ta,
be in the arms, of a love perserver.
i'm not the boy you should fuck with, 'less you got a death wish,
and when i'm with your girl, you know i'll give her a french kiss.
the king is in command, all over the land,
if you try to diss me, then i'll take a stand.
but when i'm with your girl, it's best you walk on by,
i'm warning you now, there's no more mr. nice guy!
(hook)
i used to be a saint, but now i'm a sinner,
i ain't no beginner, but i'm gonna be a winner.
step to me wrong, and i'll make you regret,
don't you never forget!
ain't no more mr. nice guy!
born to be wild, wild when i was born,
not sweet like a rose, but rough as a thorn.
when i'm rocking on the mic, i'll take your ass out,
i'll rise above the rest, 'cause i've got the clout.
i'm thrust into nitro, you know that i'm hype though,
and when i'm on the mic, it's clear, i'm stealing the whole show.
i'm there in a mad dash, i'm gone in a quick flash,
and before their heads turn, you know, those suckers get whiplash.
i'm not the kind, who will ever be frightened,
i'm enlightened, and suckers keep bitin'.
mc's are on the tip, and they're begging for freedom,
'cause i'm ruling the world, from my throne in my kingdom.
the words that i'm writin', the rhymes i'm recitin',
will hit you hard as hell, 'cause you know that they're bitin'.
the king's fully ready, standing there steady,
i cut adversaries, like the mic's a machete.
the king's on his throne, i'm bad to the bone,
suckers who try to diss, better leave me alone.
when i'm on the stage, it's best you walk on by,
i'm warning you now, there's no more mr. nice guy!
no more mr. nice guy (cont.)
(hook)
i used to be a saint, but now i'm a sinner,
i ain't no beginner, but i'm gonna be a winner.
step to me wrong, and i'll make you regret,
don't you never forget!
ain't no more mr. nice guy!
you wanna play the game, you gotta learn how to be tough,
you hear what i'm sayin', the king's gonna play rough.
there's no way to stop me, no way to harm me,
so step the f*@& back, 'cause you'll never disarm me.
i'll jump into first place, here in this rap race,
you can't even cheat, 'cause your rhyme is a disgrace.
it's time that i be clear, hope that you won't stare,
the wrath that i bring, will be your wildest nightmare.
you're on the run, and i'm coming to take you,
i won't mistake you, but punk, i'm a break you.
you better back away, i'll be chasing you so fast,
and when i'm upon you, all you'll hear is the mic blast.
the sound's getting louder, i'll turn up the power,
all suckers will cower, from this musical shower.
so listen up punk, 'cause i never will play,
i think you best believe, the words that i do say.
f*@& with me, it's a big risk, i'm leaving no witness,
you never, ever, ever, wanna be on my shitlist.
'cause when i'm in a rage, it's best you walk on by,
i'm warning you now, there's no more mr. nice guy!
(hook)
i used to be a saint, but now i'm a sinner,
i ain't no beginner, but i'm gonna be a winner.
step to me wrong, and i'll make you regret,
don't you never forget!
ain't no more mr. nice guy!