Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here)
Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here)
Tell me where you from round? (I'm from right chere)
Where's ya family?, mighty family,
Where's ya family?, mighty family (from right chere)
I heat up the way coffee be
Tasty like pastry
Got mo' flavors than parsely
With 9 aunties and 2 uncles
I got a lot of cousins, so watch how you talk to me
Good ol' places, good ol' times, doing good ol' thangs
That was just the good ol' days,
most of my people still look the same
All though we deep in the numbers,
Our feelings is close as the lotto ya heard me
We originated in Louisiana way back in the 1930's
On the farm in the son of mister and misses Joyner and Mary Tyler
Hooked up with they daughter,
Daughter Josephine the difference do you know what I mean
She was on the cotton field
He was on the farm where the cows get killed
Then they moved off the plantation
Then ??? came in a few mo' years
First came Rosa Lee, then Lord June Bug, then Anna Lee
Then Louise and Alberta, then my mama came who they call Marie
Without a breather, um, here come Mary Alice, and Linda
Po' Grandma stayed bare foot, pregnant, and always baring
Don't worry be happy, whatever we got we was glad that we had it
After that, here come the last three, (Who was?)
Loyce, Alan, and Kathy
Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here)
Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here)
Tell me where you from round? (I'm from right chere)
Where's ya family?, mighty family,
Where's ya family?, mighty family (from right chere)
And I'm just another kid,
that come from one of the children of dear papa
One of Booko grandchildren,
Represent Lawerence and Elizabeth Tyler (like who?)
And my cousin Harry, cousin Becky, my cousin's Derita and Larry
Rocky, Walter, and Herbert, Meeky,
and Tiffany, Cynthia, Dede, and Tary,
Poncho, Erica and Junior, Mimi, Defra, Petey, Cheryl and Buster
Jermaine and Fayette, Ronald and Donald, my crazy twin cousins
Albert, Lil' Will, and Tasha, Trenette, Shirlet, Robby and Ranisha
Lisa, Lil' Alan and Derrick and Teddy,
Michelle, Marquel, and Michael and Rece, and Ronisha,
Cory and Brandon, Ranika, Christy, and Marty and Kisha
Craig, Geremy, Chad and Millian, my child Tary, ??? and Robel
Ariel and Lawerence Anthony, Dazy, Courtney and Jaren
Mikey, Brittney, and Kelan, Lil' Brian, Arian and Lil' Harry
Keke and Brian junior, Nikki, Lil' Donald, and Donyette,
And the people I forgot, Uncle Lynn, Uncle George, and Bafay and Auntie
Debroah
Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here)
Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here)
Tell me where you from round? (I'm from right chere)
Where's ya family?, mighty family,
Where's ya family?, mighty family (from right chere)
Now that you know about my family ties,
and my family history, and my family size
I done took ya back five generations and broke it down for ya,
Now haven't I?
From greatgrandparents to grandparents,
Mama's and daddy's and Uncle's and Aunties
To all of my in-law'es, nana's pa raisers and nephews and niece's
From moma's and papa's, stomach still growing so the number increases
From sisters and brothers, baby daddy's,
baby mama's, branch cousins and play cousins
So watch how you look at me,
You never know who I'm kind to when you pasting
If you ain't in ya own back yard
better be careful coz we just might ax ya
Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here)
Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here)
Tell me where you from round? (I'm from right chere)
Where's ya family?, mighty family,
Where's ya family?, mighty family (from right chere)
You better watch how you look at me
Da da da daah
Da da da daah
MC's!
Da da da daah
Da da da daah
Yaah!
[X 8]
Yaah! (Say what?)
Break my joint, cut my tongue off if I ain't tight
Put a bullet in my head take my life and let me die if I ain't fire
Cut me up feed me to the roaches, let me rot if I don't rock
Let me go to hell, burn, sizzle and simmer if I don't deliver
Pull my hair out if I sell out
Bury me on my stomach without no drawers on at all if I don't go off
Or either lethal injection or straight electricity
Let the garbage man pick me up and get rid of me
if I lose creativity
Let me get forced into sexual activity
Let me get turned out by three skank freaks if I don't bust to
the utmost of my ability
Take my head if I say it and don't feel it
Stop selling my record, give me the money back nigga
if I don't sell at least a million
Cut my dick off if I get down and don't get off
Crush my spine and cave my chest in if I come (.?.)
If I ain't bad for my age and kick ass for my size
Close my fuckin eyes if you can stop me from sayin or keep me from playin
[X 16]
Snap my pencil, dislocate my fingers and jam my thumb
I ain't gon' write no more, tear my papers, strip clothes if
it don't ship gold
Take my blessed, Baptist Holy Ghost Christian soul
If it take less than a year of playin my records and tapes
before they can say my shit old
If it don't bang, take me out the game, call me out my name
Put me out my house, beat me out my change
Let em read my poem and tell em to seal my doom
When I'm dead read bitch ass nigga in the ground
written across my tomb
Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees don't bloom
Put me in the sun and cut my air supply
if I give these niggas breathin room
If what I'm brewin ain't potent
If what I'm doin ain't rollin
Nigga, diss me, make a movie, talk about it on Oprah
Erase my fuckin vocals, burn my fuckin notebooks
Take my fuckin tank from me and give it back to Goldman
I quit, my career's over
Turn me upside down and hang me from my scrotum
Da da da daah
MC's!
Da da da daah
Da da da daah
MC's!
Da da da daah
[X 8]
Give me my post office application if I ain't hear from rap
Nothin if they ass ain't shake and they hands ain't clap
Take my happiness if it just so happens I ain't happenin
Let something happen to me if I ain't hardcore at it maximum
Flip the dial change the channel if I can't handle
Forget me if I leave this bitch
before I put my fuckin Grammy on the mantle
Let my next fifty concerts get cancelled
If I'm scared in front the camera
Then take my fuckin talent, take me from my family
Sneak me, fuck over me if I don't represent Louisiana
Jump my fence if I ain't the prince
Bitch keep me back if I can't keep up with the presidents
If I don't run circles around these other rap guys
Let my momma Benz catch four flat tires
That's what the fuck I'm hearin in my head
Yaah!
That's what keep me going
Yaah!
That's what make me fuck over you
Yaah!
I can't stop that voice
Man, them niggas can't fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man!
I know, I, I, I know
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't
fuck with my damn self
I know, I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me I
I know y'all niggaz...
Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga
thirteen motherfucking years through this shit
bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where
I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz
Aw shit, it's on nigga
I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self
When Mystikal hits the door (door closing sound)
See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me and they can't but they try to
Some niggaz just need to be warned
It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own
nigga go ring the alarm
Matter fact better know what it take
for the back of your head to hit that grass
Let' s get this straight from the jump
I ain't playing with your bitch ass
These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean
Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian
Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring
I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets
to the hills, to the back of the tracks
A-A-ask them hos, did I do that?
I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches
I'm the man with single and double and triple
and four five six time them bitches
I'm the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed
standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg
Much bone and I don't fail a test
Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river
I can't be fucked with, you can't touch this better grab hold
Bitch I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year-old north pole!
Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes
Grippin my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds
Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All
I'm harder than a nigga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws!
But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it
M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y'all ain't ready though!
So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?
I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear
See y'all can stop lookin at another nigga
face cause bitch the man right here
You nigga didn't think that I could swing mine
Bitch I'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain't lying)
Talking behind my back don't make me no nevermind
Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein
I'm fire like Cayenne!
You'll never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena
Gimme the chance I'll rock the lakefront arena
like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina's (damn Gina)
Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner
It's all in the way I lay my game down
Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town
But everybody think these niggaz be wantin me
to prove that I'm the man
Bitch I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan
I got no love for no b-i-e-otch
Matter fact's been that way since I was wearin osh kosh b'gosh
But yet y'all steadily trying to squab bout me
When I come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk about me
Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do
Matter fact I'm a tell you mother fuckers three things I'm a never do
One : never gonna change my style
Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow
I'm gettin tired of being sick and tired
Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high
Suck big dick and die
Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade
the tan shade man with the braids
Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward
I done offended these niggaz compare me
to niggaz that gotta practice looking hard
Bitch-a won't leave me alone
I'm not that Thug and I'm not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone
Black prince of the south that's my title
Bitch I'm whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like Michael
I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow
(Inhaling) whoo there they go y'all niggaz ain't ready yo
Bitch I pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it don't harm me
Bitch I'm entertaining like Cedric and I'm mac like Bernie
I'm black like Menace and I'm g like Slimm
I'm Sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim
I can click just like the boot camp but I'm conscious like daughter
Bitch I'm insane but um, you still be wantin
to claim that I'm your partner
I'm Down just like Bust plus I'm Ice just like Mike
And I'm the living lyrical miracle I'm just ice like precise
I'm the invisible man you blind you can't see shit
(Precise)
Man, them niggas can't fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man!
(Mystikal)
I know, I, I, I know
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't
fuck with my damn self
I know, I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me I
I know y'all niggaz...
Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga
thirteen motherfucking years through this shit
bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where
I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz
Aw shit, it's on nigga
Chorus:
I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self
When Mystikal hits the door (door closing sound)
See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me and they can't but they try to
Some niggaz just need to be warned
It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own
nigga go ring the alarm
Matter fact better know what it take
for the back of your head to hit that grass
Let' s get this straight from the jump
I ain't playing with your bitch ass
These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean
Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian
Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring
I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets
to the hills, to the back of the tracks
A-A-ask them hos, did I do that?
I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches
I'm the man with single and double and triple
and four five six time them bitches
I'm the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed
standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg
Much bone and I don't fail a test
Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river
I can't be fucked with, you can't touch this better grab hold
Bitch I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year-old north pole!
Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes
Grippin my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds
Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All
I'm harder than a nigga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws!
But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it
M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y'all ain't ready though!
Chorus 2x
(Precise)
So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?
I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear
See y'all can stop lookin at another nigga
face cause bitch the man right here
You nigga didn't think that I could swing mine
Bitch I'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain't lying)
Talking behind my back don't make me no nevermind
Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein
I'm fire like Cayenne!
You'll never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena
Gimme the chance I'll rock the lakefront arena
like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina's (damn Gina)
Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner
It's all in the way I lay my game down
Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town
But everybody think these niggaz be wantin me
to prove that I'm the man
Bitch I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan
I got no love for no b-i-e-otch
Matter fact's been that way since I was wearin osh kosh b'gosh
But yet y'all steadily trying to squab bout me
When I come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk about me
Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do
Matter fact I'm a tell you mother fuckers three things I'm a never do
One : never gonna change my style
Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow
I'm gettin tired of being sick and tired
Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high
Suck big dick and die
Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade
the tan shade man with the braids
Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward
I done offended these niggaz compare me
to niggaz that gotta practice looking hard
Bitch-a won't leave me alone
I'm not that Thug and I'm not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone
Black prince of the south that's my title
Bitch I'm whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like Michael
I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow
(Inhaling) whoo there they go y'all niggaz ain't ready yo
Chorus
Bitch I pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it don't harm me
Bitch I'm entertaining like Cedric and I'm mac like Bernie
I'm black like Menace and I'm g like Slimm
I'm Sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim
I can click just like the boot camp but I'm conscious like daughter
Bitch I'm insane but um, you still be wantin
to claim that I'm your partner
I'm Down just like Bust plus I'm Ice just like Mike
And I'm the living lyrical miracle I'm just ice like precise
I'm the invisible man you blind you can't see shit
Picture I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at FREAKNIK
A tell me what's your name?
MC Mystikal
What's your alias?
I'm the prince of the South
What's your thing?
I ain't playing with your bitch ass
So boy what'd you say?
Here I go here I go
Bitch I'll backslap or backstab after that kidnap a whack rap
Bring it louder if you coming to rap
Your arms to short your legs to small
I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog
Break it in two and TRU so do
By myself I can take you and you and you and you
Straight forward like Kerri Kittles
Nigga's head bob very little
Gooder than a whole hand full of skittles
Evil with feedback when I turn on the mic
I'm the spritz that has to "Chsssss" when you open your Sprite
No fight no war no brawl y'all ain't ready
When they see me their eyes get big arms get sweaty
Enough to go around you know exactly how it go down
In house uptown big boys throw down
Out of control ballers from Bagwood back to New Orleans
If it'll make ya feel good that's what you can call it
What's your name!?
Mac the Don, motherfucker
What's your alias?
Shell Shocked nigga
What's your thing?
Murder murder murder murder
Nigga what'd you say?
Wooooaaaaah
Who rocks it?
I play the plug you play the socket
Y'all got your pieces nicked lets cock it
Now how I get your open knock and lock it
Y'all niggas fail so now y'all trying to jock it
My formula's trill (watch it watch it)
These fake ass niggas are blocking
With niggas with them ill times are rocking
He lifts and cocked it
Suckers are toxic
I'm all about what's falling in my pocket
I'll be the one they wanna share that cock with
Your just that nigga that they wanna shock with
You never hit it told your niggaz you did it
You probably ate it
Laid back and masturbated
Take them fake wood strips off the side of you ride
Cause real niggas keep their war on the inside that's money with pride
Shell shock niggas
We on the block niggas
Fiend cocked in 98
We bought more figures and triggers
We be murder murder too
So have my money or have my shit
And oh tell your little sister to stay up off my dick!
What's your name!?
Capitol F-I-E-N-D
What's your alias?
I'm Mr. Get it on Jones
What's your thing?
I'm the one that call the Shotti
What'd you say?
Whomp Whomp! Whomp whomp whomp!
I'm the decided private miscontorting to fire on me
Bringing you extra clips and jeans favorite style's sareen
Mr. Get it on Jones
I noticed I didn't drop the phone
If it's on then it's on
Mister stay loaded up the zone
I stay rolling on some chrome
Mr. Bad ass nigga
??????????????????
My verbal class can kill ya
I'm a mad man killer
Warning no hommie can turn ya to thugs and drug dealers
So what the fuck up nigga
Expect me to be discrete
Well you bitches beneath me like athletes feet
Ya have ????? can't beat a handicapped
as for me I mastered the art of MC
It was all before BC
Wanna see me?
Close your eyes and hold your breath
That whore pushing that store
cutting on over to quicker death
Bet you niggas are set for ghettos soon to be junk
Got lyrical ???? up
I'm Mr. War war
What's your name?
Silkk the Shocker!
What's your alias?
Mister!
What's your thing?
I'm a made man nigga!
Nigga what'd you say?
AAAAAAHHHHHH!
(Mister!) Mister hang with real thugs
Mister's real blood
Mister don't shoot blanks
Mister shoot real slugs
I never feel shit except from the ghetto
And I don't feel love
Nigga I'm out there pissed without this nook
I see a club
Nigga what?
Mister hit your block
Mister hit your spot
Mister you better duck the fuck down or Mister's getting shot
Come on come with me
Come and get me
I'm gonna find you some hurting
I drop flies that hurt the same time I hit the horn street man tries to hurt
Let me negotiate my contract on the beach he got me some ends
Look turned 19 look nigga I got me a Benz
You know me see that nigga gonna flock with the rocks in his hands
He ain't worth a cop just to block his rocks and then ran
I check my flow last year only got better
So cold now if it's hot I can still rock leather
Mister ain't NO L-I-M-I- to the T
(That's Mac that's Fiend, Mystikal your Silkk the Shocker) Yeah that's me!
What's your name?
MC Mystikal
What's your alias?
I'm the prince of the South
What's your thing?
I ain't playing with your bitch ass
What'd you say?
Da da da da
Da da da da(mc's)
Da da da da
Da da da da(yaah)
Yaah(say what) (8x)
Break my joint cut my tongue off if i aint tight
Put a bullet in my head take my life and let me die
If i aint fie
Cut me up feed me to the roaches let me rot up
If i dont rot
Let me go to hell burn sizzlin and simmer
If i dont deliver
Pull my hair out
If i sell out
Bury me on my stomach without no droors on at all
If i dont go off
Or either lethal injection or straight electricity
Let the garbageman pick me up and then get rid of me if i loose
Creativity
Let me get forced into sexual activity
Let me get turned put by fish stank freaks if i dont fall to the
Upmost of my ability
Take my head if i say there aint no feelin
Stop sellin my record, give me the money back, nigga if i dont sell at
Least a million
Cut my dick off if i get down
Dont get off
Crush my spine and cave my chest in
If i cum under a nymphovestin
If i aint bad for my age, and kick half my size
Close my fuckin eyes
If you can stop me from saying or
Keep me from playin
Yaah(say what) (15x)
Da, da, da, da
Snamp my pencil, dislocate my fingers, and jam my thumb
I aint gonna write nomore, tear my favorite strip clothes
If it dont explode
Take my bless, baptized, holy ghost, christian soul
If it take left in the year of playin my records and tapes before
Theyt can say my shit ole
Or if it dont, bang, take me out the game, call me out my name,
Put me out my house, beat me out my chain
Let em leave my bomb, and tell em i received my doom
When i'm dead, read bitch ass nigga in the ground, written across my
Tomb
Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees dont bloom
Put me in a sunny cause my air supply give these niggas breathing room
And for when i'm broke and poe
For a door maid roland, think guess lets make a movie
Turn my body on oprah, erase my fuckin vocals,
Burn my fuckin notebooks, take my fuckin tapes from me
And give it back to golden, i quit, my career is over
Turn me upside down and hang me from my scrotum
Da, da, da, da(mc's)
Da, da, da, da(say what)
Da, da, da, da(mc's)
Da, da, da, da(say what)
Yaah(yaah) (8x)
Give em my post office application it i aint hip for rap nuttin
If yo ass aint(shit)and yo hands aint(clap)
Take my happiness if its just so happened that it aint evenin
Happening
Let something happen to me if i aint hardcore at its maximum
Flip the dodge and change the channel
If i cant handle it
Forgive me if i leave this bitch before i put my fuckin grammy on the
Let my next 50 concerts get canceled
If you scard to front my camera then take my fuckin talent
Take me from my family, sneaked me back on me if i dont represent
Louisianna
Chop my fist if i aint the prince
Bitch keep me beggin if i cant keep up wit the presidence
If i dont run circles ya'll leave me without gas
Let my mama benz catch for flat tires
Ugh camera rolling
Shouldn't a did that
Me and Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes and Mystikal Nigga
Ha ha ha ha hahahaha
Bitch I'm on a mission
Not the one to be mixed up from this nigga and that nigga
Hundred percent, full blooded natural, rap whipper
Ass kicker, mad spliffer, back flipper
That much colder than the last nigga
Come from my pops so y'all aint fucking with me
I come to get down, its time to get down
I think u chicken bust a cap
I'm the one mixed with Duggery and Master P Ugh!
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes
Ohh shit the shocker and the guillitine
Down, now put my gun on fire
One eight zero zero can't nobody fly
Like the cotton off your bottem then its gotta be me
Late at night, lights out, you in a perminent sleep
Aint many of these niggas coming harder than me
Flip Mode, No Limit, who you thought it would be?
Wacha want nigga?
Wacha need nigga?
We gonna give it to ya
Untill u bleed nigga
Now where my live niggas?
Where my live bitches?
This for my live niggas
This for my live bitches
Now wacha want nigga?
Wacha need nigga?
We gonna give it to you
Untill u bleed nigga
Now where my live niggas?
Where my live bitches?
This for my live niggas
This for my live bitches
Contact we will bomb that
All I know is they will make a nigga
We will omb back when we contact
For better or worse
Make a niggas heart sweell up and burst
You know one of my niggas busting shots first
Bust another shot off into the earth
Leave a nigga stressed
Feeling the pain of a women giving child birth
See now a days everywhere we go we'll carry ya
Even when we swinging with bitches down at the Mariot
Chickens that will bust back on you and the ferries that
Waiting for me to marry ya
Ride up in my chariot
Sorry but I aint having it
Thinking u can roll cause you wearing a little glamour and acting all irogant
Bitch Nigga
Beet it like Micheal and fuck up you cycle
Blast you with my grandfather's rifle
I'm great to stifle
Bitch
Create a crises your paying the prises
With the devil you was never richeous
I think i might just, hit you now?
You know u can fold here, niggas know it aint all there
Prepare for warfare, niggas is everywhere
Fuck with my niggas we are double there
Flip Mode nigga you'll find trouble here
Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning
Hoping and learning
You yerning to take hold of a niggas burning
Reps for every grain of salt from every street corner
The ones you wanted from Brooklyn to the south of the border
No Limit and Flip Mode in this bitch
While Mystikal and Busta Rhymes be straight busting your shit
I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquit
Take the wall out, fall out
I'm not playing with these dumb bitches
What you doing if your riches don't fit ya?
Ball playing and swinging on a track
We some big old niggas
Not some dead old niggas
Bitch you trying to do something
I'm gonna get on with ya
I'm scratchy!
You can't match
I'm known for getting nasty
With my ciggerette ass
Once I get this fucker started you can't stop
Oww you done fucked up now
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes like Dolomite and Red Fox
Microphone check (what), check one
Microphone check (what), check two
Microphone check (what), check three
Microphone check (huh), check four
What chall niggas wanna do, how yall wanna do it?
Huh, check one
Kick this shit raw
Ghetto fabulous
That's the rapper
Turn your hands towards your ass and say bye bye
From the southside, southside, puff, ya ya ya
Nothin but the fiya ya
Eardrums snatchin champion cheap rhyme busters till the day I die
I say I lie
Bitch I'll be fuckin on your grave singin ay la ba
I throw em off, I'm two scoops for coo coo
I swoosh through your froot loops, poo poo in your fubu
Yall niggas remember what happened to that mosquito
Tweeter tweeter MC, the sweeter I be ja meaner
Stop your water turn off your gas cut off your lights
Move you out, cut your grass, watch your kids, fuck your wife
Like a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich I'm good
Mm hmm, like syrup on the biscut and orange juice ???
Come and take me by the hand and walk ya
I'm the thief in the night that slide your droors off ya
Watch where ya steppin I'm a verbal weapon
Bring more pain then when John Wayne came on old westerns
What is the actual fuckin meaning
I come in this bitch, without leavin this bitch that think we leaning
It's been like that since way back
I used to rock eight tracks before I rocked eight decks
Concepts goin stay fat, concerts goin stay packed
Ownership's goin stay black, nigga this is payback
I scrape ya somethin crawlin to establishment
Now I'm country club livin from the scribble scrabblin my talent
Proper proper droppin somethin decent
Yall niggas is as fucked up as Santa Clause for easter
I'm a keep comin as long as KLC keep drummin
And the only way to stop me is call the people for me
Fuck them people, I'll fuck over you if I have to
That's the nigga, that's that bastard
That's the rapper
Ghetto fabulous
That's the nigga
Who that say they can't sale boy?
They the third ward huh, the 12th ward for all y'all
My dogs, my boys and my hogs
Gutiers on these boys and get down and go off
All sides get high when they ride to my words
They mine and they high when I'm live in concert
Stop what your thinking
This ain't no showoff of my business
I don't need nine or ten pack of rappers with me
I'm independent, make frontin, stuntin suckers lose thier stomach
They lose their clout, their cool
And after I come in the cut they lose thier woman
Hello ghetto fabulous and big mansions
And fine fabrics
Like a man much money comes automatic
You don't wanna battle with a hardcore rhyme fanatic
Full speed ahead vocabulary acrobatic
That's him, that's that rapper
That's the man, that's the rapper
That's ghetto fabulous
I had thought I heard u laughin', talkin' trash
Bitch, whats happenin'? Start shit but don't take it
Pull it out, put it on your ass
Some of y'all niggaz still got the game fucked up this year
But I ain't gonna have it
Tryna talk about another mother fucker on a record
And the bitch ain't got no cabbage
Hopin' somebody can tell me whats wrong with this picture
Don't think you can put out what ever you want
And I ain't gonna come back in the bitch and come getcha
I'mma find out where ya hang at
Where ya old lady live and what time you be there
Go scope out ya ride
Follow ya to work and bring that heat
Duck and woo from this fuckin' fool
Monkey see, monkey do
Nigga so you can't be the man right chea too
There's none after this not another livin' M.C. as hazardous
And as talented and handsome, ghetto fabulous
Keep em off my back whenever they comin' I bring that double
In a minute y'all niggaz don't show no love its gonna be trouble
These niggaz here get ya name bent
Washed up anybody y'all sent
Gotta watch these niggaz, they get outta line
Gotta put 'em in they place every time they nut up
Gotta stop 'em from spreadin' them lies
Bust 'em in they mouth and make em shut up
Get up, come here never seen me cut up, you must not be from here
Im four and none here
Don't have me to bring up the shit I've done here
Reach blazin' temperatures
So please come with ya sun gear
Whoop the sleeves off of mutherfuckers that try to run in here
Serious look on my face and a boot in my mouth and balled up fists
These niggaz don't want my trouble
But its too late for 'em, gotta accept this shit
Tryna like me
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
Tryna be like me
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
You wanna do what I do?
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
You wanna take my style?
You would, if you could nigga
You would, but you can't, so u ain't
From the moment that I slid in the door
They know I'm back 'cause you can hear it in the floor
But after I rap bitches ain't feelin' it no more
Wanna talk that shit, better know what to come with
If you jump in the water
Then ya ass better throw up before I start ballin'
And if you ever fuck with what I be recording
I'm ma flush you down the toilet
And if you ever come at me wrong with a mike
I'mma throw you in the gutter
I cant be scared these niggaz
And they disrespect me 'cause I'm from New Orleans
We don't play that shit
When these niggaz and they really want me to get started
Make it painful I don't think so
I be bustin' till I can't
Thats what I where that tank for
Hittin' with the speed of Roy Jones Jr.
And the strength of iron Mike Tyson
Triflin, exciting, well precise
And I gotta let 'em know that I still been right
You talk on me strong
Just 'cause I'm rich don't mean that it don t sound hungry
Count if you wanna
Hope you think 'cause you little I won't jump on ya
You better remember that
When you be droppin' that bullshit
You lucky I'm in a good mood right now
But I'm lettin' you know how it could get
If I was the preacher
Y'all niggaz would run when I step off the pulpit
If I was you I'd leave me alone
'Cause bitch I ain't nothin' to fool with
But if it is on ya mind
You got somethin' to prove, then go head and do it
I get so vivid, I wouldn't be able to make a better picture if I could
You understand my platinum then fuck up my raps, semi tracks
No matter whether kickin' a verse or smokin' a sack
I'll fuck over you, yea
I'm makin' a habit of hurtin' they head and busting' they ass
Fuckin' they woman and takin' they spotlight, makin' 'em mad
Tryna like me
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
Tryna be like me
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
You wanna do what I do?
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
You wanna take my style?
You would, if you could nigga
You would, but you can't, so u ain't
Tryna sound like me
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
Tryna be like me
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
You wanna do what I do?
You would, if you could nigga
You would, if you could nigga
You wanna take my style?
You would, if you could nigga
You would, but you can't, so u ain't
This one here, the return
This for my dirty disco dancin', low-down
No good muthafuckas
The braided-up pimp is back
The return of the shit-talker
The lyrical explicit content, the original muthafucker
I rip the surf, I hit the worst like brass knuckles, damn
Give em crushes, bust ass and smash records
I live it how I talk it, I bring it how I feel it
This my spot 'cause I done marked it
I show the teeth between waitin' and eatin'
Bitch, I stay aggressive like it's matin' season
I'm hot, you gotta put me where I belong
On top, I'm guaranteed to fuck up everything I get on
You lovin' everything I put out
I keep it real do what you lin-ike in the riz-ep in the sin-outh
Hoes say, "Ooh, he a donkey"
And baby you gon' find out if I hit you with that Raunchy
Don't let me put you in that V-90
You want this kinda fuckin', bitch it's just fine
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
It's safe to say I'm old school, way back
I went from 4-track to the a-dat and from a-dat to the Pro-Tools
Dreamin' of layin' that hot shit
Playin' hit, bit, don't quit, 'cause you know you not it
Now what would make you think that I ain't the man
Ain't my family, tell ya, I can't complain
Tighter or hype they can't half bang
Even appeal to older people, they say, "Oh, yeah, he bad"
I still be jammin' off the last one
I said, "Where you get that, Pops?"
He said, "I stole it from my grandson"
Now you know me when I step through
They say, "Son, I got yo record ain't you James Brown's nephew"
I keep 'em movin', leave 'em thinkin'
I'm wrestled and respected like Aretha Franklin
All I'm askin', all nigga, part-time lover
It's my turn, watch out there muthafucker
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
'Cause then when that I rock the beat, now I can need influence
I'm fire, fire, off the hook, Michael Tyler, how you doin'
Take that out and leave me on
Kerry, Ves, Stevie, Jack, Beezy Boy, DJ Ron
So, when they ask you, you can tell it
Already signed Shonnie and Maxminelli
They fuckin' with the Belly Boys fo sho
The Guillotine, O.G. Bone, and the rest of them
Oh, yeah, King Yella, that's my nizzle
Oh, that's my brother Reesy and my brother B-Kizzle
I'm just a fashion rap recite
That's Happ, that's Shot, that's Roc, and he tight
This time I'm fuckin' with the Poisonous Dart
Bitches in line waitin' for the party to start
We buyin' rides without leases
'Cause this year niggas runnin' rockin' Big Truck pieces
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
Braided up pimp, braided up pimp is back
[Mystikal]
Man I got something to tell you
I don't know how to explain it
But I'm different (crazy)
Naaaaa....aight
I'm, I'm, I'm not like you
I'm not like others
It's like I've been here before
504 is the domain I don't sang
My rhyme go bang
Nigga, ain't in the place get a flame and ya act like propane
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade)
No cards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thangs
I'm givin you bitches something vicious
Now I'm partin the pieces like porcelain dishes
I'm dirty
I get all the way down in the ground witch
WHAT
Memorize, take a picture, nigga write a book, I don't give a fuck
I'm blended bile, ground rip up
Darem here
They down to give up
Nigga you underneath, me out my entrance
Off by inches I can count a hundred thousand pennies
Help me center
Look at that, look at that, look at that, get back
I get that respect like that gatlin bitch whats happen
I rip tracks and pop tables
I'm so popular they just got the rock I spread
Time I got a blunt what I said (Blade)
I gets pride cus I'm from round where the crocodiles play
(singing) ??? gonna be none that
I make em' say
Aww give it to me don't be that way
I'm tellin ya from cuttin ya tellin what the music
I've been doin this shit
I'm highly trained on how to use it
Start checkin somebody bout the prospective
Passes are selective maximum effectiveness
Brain celftic
Brown completic
It just don't get no ???
I'll perfect it
Yall niggas couldn't pop a rubber band on my parade
Choppin and slicin with the edge of the blade
The blade [x 24]
There are worse things out tonight than vampires
Like what?
Like me
I turn a sucka into supper
Got suffer
Mighta hada enough
Thats why I cus (come on fucker)
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
They can't hide from the pain cus the noise don't stop
They don't stand a ghost of a chance but the try
One side of my mind tell me to get the other say let em' ride
Even when a couple of hundred years gone by
They still gonna bite and I'm still gonna fly
Yes....five fingers around their necks
I'll run through your back and come out your chest
You movin to fast you forgot to pace your self
Aww shit here it comes nigga brace your self
Oh my goodness
Don't worry I'ma getcha no matter how I put it
Imitates, I'm limit, tall limit, tell it (Blade)
Let me finish hedgehog and answer fella
You would if you could but you dont get up off
And I'm the hand on tha hammer on the nail in the coffin
I'm marchin to a different drummer
At the head of the parade
Don't fuck, don't fuck with the braids!
Can't fuck, can't fuck with the braids!
Don't fuck, don't fuck with the braids!
Ya can't fuck, you can't fuck with the braids! (Barking)
You can't stop me! How then?
Watch me! Watch me! Ain't gonna be no congress
Drop me, you can't block me, who stop me? Its outside!
You should've known better!
Is it cause I flow better?
They kept me in the shade
But now I'm back motherfucker, the nigga with the cannon for two
Swinging with the braids!
504! The doe man, got dogs in when the rhymes go bad
Make ink on the page, catch flame
Lit light like propane
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no game
No card, no deal, no dice, no game
Giving these bitches somethin vicious!
I got them falling to pieces, like porcelain dishes
I'm dirty!
I get all the way down on the ground
And just wonder, memorize, take a picture, write a book
I don't give a fuck!
I man supply, ground ripper!
I'm here, lay down and give it up!
Nigga you ain't gonna leave me out my entrance (out my entrance)
Count a hundred thousand pennies, every sentence!
Buddatt, buddatt, buddatt! Get back!
What's happening?
I rip cracks and pop tapes
I'm so hot they just gotta rock what I spray
The type of guy that write what I say!
I'm so wild, cause I'm round where them crocodiles play!
(Can't be none there) I make you say, ow, give it to me (step it up!)
Don't be that way I'm tearing ya, cause they tell ya with da music!
I been doing this shit, how to train em', how to use em'!
I'm a gangsta, better pop up respect
Take a piece of lectum
Maximum effect ya!
But eclectic, ground perfected!
It just don't get no colder, bet you if I won't effect it.
Y'all niggas couldn't pop a rubberband
You fucking with the man!
Bitch bout 55, got damn it!
Get into it, get off, get down, get cross, get tied!
For my Million (son) and my Mychelle (daughter),
my mama, and my brother, and my nephew, and myself!
The man upstairs, cause I kept it up,
for my niggas, and my rounds, back down
Bout to step it up (step it up)
Put in some cash and some Outkast beats.
Hop behind the wheel and come out from the fucking backseat!
Michael Tyler! Rhyme and droating driver, miracle rip plyer!
The fasthold desire! On fire, reach a flyer, ain't nobody lie!
Starting them out of a team, city of Seam,
with 100 suckers and a busta!
And I'm still clean! Hollering hiya!
Right before I chop you in your throat!
Another rapper say I'm on my way
To get the fucking hat and coat, and hit the motherfucking door!
You can't stop me! How then?
Just watch me, watch me!
Ain't gonna be no calling congress!
You can't drop me, you can't block me, who stop me?
Its outside
You should've known better!
Is it cause I flow better? They kept me in the shade
But now I'm back motherfuckers,
the nigga with the cannon for the two
The Bitch
The bitch been
O'Dell
The bitch been sleepin' with me
(the bitch)
The bitch been sleepin with me
(the bitch been)
I woke up this morning, dick rock hard
this time I had scratches on my back
Agghh, lipstick on my draws
cause me and the bitch from down the street been creepin'
I beat that pussy like a heathin'
and she keep my beeper beepin'
don't repeat this
the whole while we was sneakin' I was cheatin'
Shhh, its a secret
my lady wanna try to kill me to find out where I was sleepin'
I guees the fuck she can't find out
come on hoe hurry up and put on your mutherfuckin' clothes
look bitch we got to dine out
she ? me locks, give me knots
put on your draws and your socks
she make unannounced frequent stops
it wouln't be nothin pleasent if she catch us
or find them dirty love letters
or them pictures of you in sexy teddies
she knows its heavy breathin when we finish
legs and shit gonna be numb
and you gonna be so ?
find your mutherfuckin' earings and fix yo hair
come on lets bounce up out this motherfucka before
Michael, you in there
I didn't want to get into it
get involved
I know you know thats that same broad from them late night phone calls
but I swear darlin, I done begged that bitch to stop callin'
come on don't look at me like that
it ain't that way at all
besides shit we ain't married I ain't got nothin' to hid
if I'de a fucked I could've told ya
she said ya ain't gotta lie
just for your information I walked down the street on the side
when you and that bitch was gettin' outa dodge
I already found out you's a rapper so I should'nt be suprised
I guess I had to see it with my own two eyes
I said what the hell, F.B.I.
she a spy
girl pull that fuckin' skin back and call me circumsized
she said yea you make me laugh but you make me cry
and I done put up with shit, them trifflin hoes and I'm tired
I said what you tryin' to say
she said I would just let you slide but I got my pride
I love you Michael but this is goodbye
you all know why
and being that I'm happily unmarried with no attachments
a black bachelor with cabbage
bitches be throwin' pussy at me
baby you nasy
but put your number in my bepper and I'll pick you up Saturday
she said Saturdays bad I'm off Sunday
I said Sunday I gotta got to the studio
I'll hook up with you Monday
she said damn honey Monday I'm a have my Son
and Tuesday I got an appointment at the salon to get my hair done
I said shucks it aint no thing
baby handle your biz
I ain't got no chil'ren but Mystikal love the kids
she said thats cool I'm free Wednesday where you live
I'll get my girlfriend to drop me off over there and thats what she did
but she pulled up with a fine ass friend
she said my girlfrien gotta go to the bathroom bad
I said go on in
but I'm go in there with ya
show you where
made that old girl stay down stairs
while we went upstairs
Michelle Elizabeth Tyler
There we go right there, ok were on the air
Let's go
We grew up with showbusiness on our mind
In hope to make a big name
Thats why me and my sister was a stiff competition
Show off when company came
Nothing but little, cause I was too shy
Stupid in front of the rest of the family
SHAKE THAT ASS!
Although my sister was the one with the beautiful voice
I still had to go last
Everybody wait, now I'm a cut the fools
The nigga laughing, acting goofy
I either came in the room when everybody go bye
And do the Michael Jackson and just act stupid
But lately, me and my people ain't been havin' to many family groupin's
Or maybe, it just some times heard a sweet melody of my baby who be
You was there through the struggle
As y'all come and try to reach the big picture
I'm tellin' ya
It hurt when you plan to do something with somebody you love
When it's time to do it, they can't be with you
I'm feelin' guilty to take it there, but better since you been gone
Well no matter
Must we fix up the furniture ain't the same when you ain't home baby
I'm 'a miss you forever, forget you never
But you gonna see the world through my eyes
And live what I never saw
So if you can see me way from Heaven, over the cloud
You could be proud of your little brother, so look down and smile
Shine my lady, I miss you baby
For your my baby, my love is crazy
Your my sister, I'll always miss you
No one can get ya', cause God is with ya'
Shine my lady, I miss you baby
For your my baby, my love is crazy
There's no other, it's from your brother
Your son and mother, cause we all love ya'
All the sad songs in the world
Probably couldn't express how much I miss my baby
I just thank God that I had a big sister
The 29 beautiful years that he gave her
Even the days when I misbehaved
And I knew she was gonna get that belt to pop me
I could see the aggrivation in your face
My momma said that they had to watch me
"Michelle, if you go somewhere, take Michael with you"
Know what that meant
All up and down the house trying to find how your time gonna be spent
Cause I was too hard-headed
Everywhere you said "Don't go", thats where I went
Always flipping, jumping around like a jackass,
somewhere climbing a fence
Bring me my Rocking Robin, my double dutch bust
She had some song to sang for us, we had some name brands to discuss
Plus, I want to tell her I was sorry for leaving the toilet seat up
And not cleaning out the tub, and leaving peanut butter and jelly
And drinking out the Kool-Aid jar
I pissed you off, burned you up
When you told me "Cut that music down", I turned it up
Bickering conflict cause y'all doubt how we showed out love
You was my flesh and blood, we was brother and sister
And it meant so much
Now I'm doing it, you supposed to be here
We supposed to be righting songs together
I'm telling ya', that girl tore talent shows up
But owned Tina Marie records
What you left us with, never be in vain
You gonna be shining, and they gonna know your name
Too many damn things left unexplained
But since you was an angel down here,
then an angel there you shall remain
And thats always until my time, you're my strength, you're my life
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Came here with my dick in my hand
Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo ass
Be cool, and don't worry about how I'm rippin this shit
When im flippin when kickin, nigga this just what I do
I'm effervesecet and I'm off that crescent
Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd
Motherfucker keep steppin
They don't fuck with me and they won't
Yall bitches cant catch me and you won't
Tell ya self, bitch ass throw that pussy
I'm proud of my poo nanny, and a dollar for my booty
You think I'm trippin, bitch I ain't trippin
I'm buyin if you got curves for your iceberg
Drinkin here acting like it's gonna do somethin to me
Hope this indecent proposel make you do somethin with me
Fuck a dollar girl pick up fifty
And fuck that coward you need a real nigga
Off top a nigga bout hurtin shit
Bend over hoe show me what you workin with
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Attention all yall players and pimps
Right now in the place to be
I thought I told yall niggas before
Yall niggas can't fuck with me
Now this ain't for no small booties
No circus that won't pass
But if you feel you got the biggest one
Then Imma shake ya ass
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
I come with that fire like Aiyaaa
Chocalate and bowlegged runnin up behind her
Go head get down pop lock at the cockhouse
For girl don't lie you know you wanna go back to my house
Man right cher wanna get under that dress right there
Spicy cajun we gon a good time over there
You better stick a head on that there crawfish
You gotta bend all the way over to dance off this
Handle yo business but I know you do it way better
You dead wrong
So if you totin by and niggas make noise
When you pass by find yo fine ass on the floor girl
This yo fuckin song
Do yo thang dont be scured, cause you gon get served
Get mine and you gon get yours
Niggas thang yo ass lovely
Raise it up, show yo g-strang hustlin huslin
Attention all yall players and pimps
Right now in the place to be
I thought I told yall niggas before
Yall niggas can't fuck with me
Now this ain't for no small booties
No circus that won't pass
But if you feel you got the biggest one
Then Imma shake ya ass
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Stop yo cryin hefer I dont need all that
Got a job for you the braided up pimp is back
Break them handcuffs, fuck a nigga move somethin
They ask you what you doin say ooohh nothin
And we been doin for the past 2 somthin
Been beatin that pussy up now smooth fuckin
You can betcha bottom, that pussy fire, you gon holla while you cry
So don't be actin like you don't be backin that stuff up
Girl in the club thats what you got ass for
Wobble wobble I'm infatuated
Bitch ride that dick like she makin a baby
Now I see that we gon have to go to a queit corner for just of two
Don't worry about who lookin, just keep doin what you do
Nigga like me gon get to workin for I know the girl
Bitch whats happnin' let em see
Show the world
Attention all yall players and pimps
Right now in the place to be
I thought I told yall niggas before
Yall niggas can't fuck with me
Now this ain't for no small booties
No circus that won't pass
But if you feel you got the biggest one
Then Imma shake ya ass
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
What you about to hear gone FUCK you up
because this the first time you ever heard some shit like this nigga
I'm tellin you this shit so off the fucking hook bro
Ya'll man look check this shit out
Mystikal and Juvenile Nigga
Say Juvey they don't believe you did the beat bro
What you mean nigga, fuckin right I did this beat
I tried to tell them niggaz bro
I come with my own look, my own sound, my own style
Who the fuck you think drawed this crowd
It's the ripper, the clean up hitter
You bitter intimidating young long dick nigga
Now suck it, now suck it, while you around here playa hating
Your woman around here screaming Fuck Me, Fuck Me
Tell me something, don't I put down on my albums
Motherfucka nobody ever told you I was hard as a NFL Helmet
I write 'em, land 'em, plant 'em BAM Nigga can't stand 'em
On top, on sight, heads up, bust 'em at random (What You Did?)
I got the vest out, put the braids back, put on the bandana (What Else You Did?)
Signed a brand new contract, shot the video in Atlanta
Don't pull me, can't hold me the beat don't move me
You know smokin, drinkin whenever I kick it with Juvey
Back on my own, back on my zone
Feelin better, lookin better
Bout to go get it and bring it back home
A nigga got, got but I won't no more
Cause this time round I come to settle the score
Greedy niggas eat good, but not that long
They wind up with a stomach ache balled up in they home
You better cancel that shit, about you run this here
I ain't seen you on the charts what you done this year
Y'all thought "Project English" was the last of this shit
When I was really only given y'all half of this shit
Fuckin right I made the beat, and I wrote this rap
But a Niggaz In the ghetto want to post the crack
Got two Niggaz posted watching a bus with macks
Just waiting on the police and Niggaz to jack
To people across the nation, thanks for being patient
Ya'll been itching for some G-Shit Huh, I know you waiting
When you cop the cd, get some Herb and Ride
Turn the bitch up real loud so you can feel my Vibe
I got a long way to go, I'm just gettin started
I'm 26 years old and I'm still retarded
I ain't talking about handicapped
I'm talking about the way I talk and Express my rap
You Feelin that
Anytime you say my name make sure it's some good shit
Look I'm not your eldest rapper, I stay on some hood shit
Am I hatin on Cash Money, Now Stop Playin
I respect it How it came, Now I got Game (Bling)
I'm all about U.T.P. Family and Kids
And Takin Care of business it the way that we live
I don't need a record deal just give me my props
How many muthafuckas you know keepin it hot
Believe it or not, keepin my spot locked
I got more season than the seafood out the gumbo pot
Now run your mouth and lose your slot (I'm Lowdown)
I make em feed for me like junk is fever one more rock(Tease Me)
Ain't this some shit I'm famous and rich (Huh Bro)
I got bitches I ain't even Fucked claiming my dick
If thats how it is, I guess we gone see
Michelle Elizabeth Tyler (4x)
Let me go right there ok we on the air
Verse 1
We grew up with showbusiness on our mind
In hope to make a big name
Thats why me and my sister
was a stiff competition show off when company came
Now I'm a live cause ????? shake that ass!
Although my sister was the one with the beautiful voice
I still had to go last everybody waiting
I'm kinda folling niggas laughing at goofy
I either came in the room ?? then just act stupid
But lately me and my people aint been having to many family groups
Or maybe it just sometimes hurt us we medlin without my baby who be
You was there through the struggle shark
coming trying to reach the big picture
I'm telling you you hurt when you plan to be a star
with somebody you love
And when it's time to do it they can't be with you
I'm feeling guilty to take a stand but better since you been gone
It don't matter much to fix the frustration
ain't the same when you ain't home baby!
I'm gonna miss you forever forget you never
But you gonna see the world thru my eyes and live what I never saw
So, if you can see me in heaven over the clouds
You could be proud of your little brother so look down and smile
(chorus)
Shine my lady I miss you baby for your my baby our love is crazy
Your my sister I'll always miss ya
no one can get ya cause god is with ya
Shine my lady I miss you baby for your my baby our love is crazy
Theres no other its from your brother
your son and mother cause we gonna love ya
Verse 2
All the sad songs in the world
probably couldn't express how much I miss my baby
I just thank god that I had a big sister
The 29 beautiful year that he gave her
Even the day that I misbehaved
And I knew that she was gonna get that BELT TO POP ME
I could see the aggrivation in your face
when my momma said you had to watch me
Michelle if you go somewhere take Michael with you
How your time gonna be spent cause I was too hard headed
But where you said not to go thats where I went
Always flippin, jumpin around like a jackass or I was climbin a fence
Bring me my rockin rock robin my double dutch bus
she had some song to sing to us
Wearing some ???? digust plus
I wouldn't tell her I'm sorry for leavin the toilet seat up
And not cleanin up the tub
and leavin peanut butter and jelly drinkin out the kool-aid jar
I pissed you off burned you up
When you told me cut that music down I turned it up
Causin conflict cause you doubt how we showed or love
You was my flesh and blood
we was brother and sister and it meant so much
Now I'm doin it you supposed to be here
We supposed to be writing songs together
I'm tellin that girl to show up with old Tina Maria records
What you left us with
Never be in vein
You gon be shining and they gonna know your name
To many damn things left unexplained
But since you was an angel down here an angel there you shall remain
And thats always until my time
Your my strength your my life Shine!
(chorus)
Shine on shine on cause we do miss you
Theres no other like you
Shine on shine on cause we gonna miss you oh you!
ohh yeah ohh oh
oh ah yeah
Repeat and fade
Walking through the mind of Mystikal
No holds barred
Still don't give a fuck about ya'll
I'm still not the nigga to fuck with busta
?? the average nigga don't fuck with me
Fool a nigga in size, ain't much none of ya'll niggas can do with me
Typically speakin, i'm not what your seekin
Now vision the rhymes that I be keepin
I fuck like a mohican, ain't drunk like them demons,
I'm quicker then one of those puerto ricans
Get it off your chest
Don't run on my set, i'm breakin your neck
If you gettin upset i'm breakin a sweat
Ya'll niggas ain't ready yet
I'm catching my breath, ya'll niggas ain't findin wind
I'm keepin they momma from tryin again
I done fucked up more niggas then Henikken
Fuck, i'm cute as a puppy, you smart as a guppy
Now how you gonna fuck me, that bitch get lucky she fucked me
And now that hoe can't stop thinkin of me
I'm thinkin of much wealth, come tell ya how gettin fucked felt
Ask them niggas that know me now
Even them bitches will tell you i'm somthin else
Bitches, they like my good looks
But niggas can't stand that right hook
They might look but they stay put
I done stomped more niggas than Big Foot
What I mean is i'm grand, you can't fuck with this peacan man
You don't know who i'am, you goin too fast, slow down Tito, damn
Nigga go ring the alarm
I came in this bitch, and i'm in the swarm
My niggas are already armed
Were turnin this bitch into Vietnam
Nigga go ring the alarm
I came in this bitch, and i'm in the swarm
My niggas are already armed
Were turnin this bitch into Desert Storm
I stick to the left like a thumb tack
I hum that to the drum track
No wives, tote no knifes,
Bitch i'm sharper then a pair of Filas
See i'm humble, you fuckin 'em right, i'm makin 'em mumble
Don't stumble, hoe I ??? the seen it for your fuckin gumbo
When a homie compare me, but spare me i'm a rap figure
Please never don't dare me, bitch I barely kept an ? nigga
I run with the real niggas, they kill, they them ill niggas
You best to chill niggas,
I don't fuck with them run-of-the-mill niggas
Here's what you gonna feel nigga:
Heavy pressure from both sides, as the brain collides
I'm tellin them lip lies, I hang with hip guys
I split thighs, bitch don't ask me for shit
You get nothin, no tighter then grip ?
Fuck nigga, don't bother me and try to be, and tired of me
Walkin out the hood with more bitches number then lottery
Look, I like fuckin around, but I ain't fuckin with no fuckery
Luckily, none of you niggas in here ain't cold enough to fuck with me
Fuck niggas can't touch that, no ??, get the fuck back
Fore you find yourself achin from you ass crack to your nut sack
I run these hoe brand niggas from the back of the map
To the front of China
Just when you thought it was safe to back in the water,
I'm right behind ya
We as one must combine to never be stopped nann man
Novice, servants, fiendins, demons, devils,
Griffins, goons, raidin rebels
Women, wizards, warlocks, witches
Punk fags like bitches
Gold, platnium, silver, copper
Any kind of pussy popper gets wopped or chopped
When Mystikal hits that door, now watch
Nigga want a big cock, get popped like Hitchcock
When I rib shot, when I hip hop, that zip lock thats thick knot
Ohh, it's goin though me, got me struttin
I'm the ready type of nigga to play the gangsta
Cause you's probably coolin
But straight off the motherfuckin breast
I ain't comin for no foolishness
100 volts on the mic kept knowin (????) then I'm probably chillin
Tilt that crazy off bottle 'til I'm blitzed
Fuckin yeah nigga yall know that feelin
But I ain't that type of nigga to shoot the shit on my shit list
But I'm that talkin bro nigga thats quick to handle my business
Im makin a run with shit that I've done
Im wavin a gun at shit that you've brung
Make niggas get brung stoned and hung with the slip of a tongue
I unfold a truck-load as I explode
You bitches can't hold the side-door when I'm in my front-load
Im keepin'em (??) I'm keepin'em hype
I'm leavin'em right I'm even uptight
Holdin the mic and say the word FUCK more times then Dolomite
I'm the nigga that got the last words you got served
Smokin fat herbs and gunnin niggas down like back burs
With fast words I'm zipper I'm funky like raptors
And I'm much much more then a mouth full of adverbs and bad words
Stick it to a nig like chop sticks
(? My rapper I'm rapper ?)
More flava more flava more cooler then a tub of Kool-Aid
I'm never in doubt before so nigga then why try
Hittin harder then Popeye slappin motherfuckers like Cha-Cha
I fuck with a capitol F put (?) to death (??) crowd def
And I'ma continue to flow until I come up on my last breath
So homie raise up (OH!)
Hold these tricks up (OH!)
See I'm that nigga that tells whether or not a nigga stay now look here
[Chorus] (x8)
I'm not that nigga
I'm not that nigga
I'm not that nigga to fuck
You been picked off
Keep fuckin wit a nigga like me get hip-tossed
Fuck fightin faggot nigga I know
He jumped your bitch ass like Kriss-Kross
And look at a riddle that I be little
When I'm a jumbo now a fiddle
I jump in your eardrum and play (?Baradiddle?)
Stop wanting to ditch'em
I'm in this bitch and comin out rich
In case yah know 'bout a FIRED UP son of a bitch
Inch by inch as I drench
I'm a sense clench
That bullshit that yall niggas (???????) (?play of a pinch?)
I got the gimmick to make them bitches rough like they can feel me
They can't get near me cause they fear me but yall don't hear me
Just like that bitch I saw
Who hit my fucking car
Look-it-hear I'm playin that hoe from (?Chipiwalk?)
Whatchu talk?
I'm very (?hard pressin?) so niggas can kick this fuckin lesson
I am fluorescent as if caressing from that fuckin crescent
A nigga that know how
Nigga that been to serve (Go Child)
Mamma that pushin shake my head just like they got a loo-ow
So come with the pussy the paper the pen and the pussy now PASS ME THE MIC
Show you around jump on yo' ass just like a (???)
I shot more shit then Shawn Kemp but got more bitches then a world pimp
And got more flavour then a brown shrimp
I'ma be comin out flossin shit that make a nigga gon' talk some shit
But if you ain't brought shit
Then I ain't the nigga to start shit wit'
[Chorus] x8
You couldn't fuck the old but all of a sudden what make you think you can
fuck wit the new shit
You stuck on stupid
I ain't that nigga to fool wit'
A nigga might sprout up talkin about WHAT
The only way to keep my muthafuckin name out your muthafuckin mouth
is keep your muthafuckin mouth shut
I don't step (??????) fire then a gutter
I'm takin'em 10 at a time cause I ain't SCARED of you muthafuckers
I'm strippin'em up
I'm rippin'em up and flippin'em off
And I'ma continue to flow on rhymes then single'em out and choppin'em all up
Making classics
See massive titties and pussies and asses
But got more hoes then a value class
More vicious then BooBoo wash you up like we do
I'm blacker then Voo-Doo, harder then a rough rhyme (????)
Black like Sheep, I'm Cool like Jay in effect like Rex
I'm Grand like Pub huh, huh daddy are you?
I'm Ice like T, rock like Kim fuck it
Spice like One but got more Enemies then the Public nigga
I kick it around (???) (?choke on bread crumb?)
(?Rich'n and pitchin?) (?????) to the hair drum
The bigger opponent nigga thats you
You can't compare a nigga like Mysti
[Mystikal]
Man these niggas...
They might have to learn the hard way.
(Y'all gon' learn!)
Y'all gon' learn.
(Yeah y'all gon' learn!)
Mystikal, Snoop nigga, Silkk the Shocker nigga
(They gon' learn!)
(We gon' teach em!)
[Silkk]
Nah! Come on come on
(Come on!)
Come on nah, come on
Come on come on
(What, what)
Come on (Come on)
Nah!
I'm quick to bang bang bang, pop pop pop
I'll kick in the fuckin door before I knock knock knock
You gon' duck duck duck when I buck buck buck
Actin bad bad bad and I'm fuckin somethin up
Lay yo shit down, I'm comin to get down
Count my money, 20,000 dollars times my shoe size when I get down
To a big eyed, big pussied big bootied bitch I'm cute
But to a motherfuckin buster I'm a sabretooth
I'm comin to get you, ain't no savin you
I'm five times stronger than the hate for niggas in the heart
of David Duke
I take your style from ya, and your pride from ya
I turn ya upside down, shake the dope out you
and take your high from ya
I'll bless ya, way before the ha-choo
Can't nobody fuck this bitch up like I do
[ X 6]
Let's go do it! Nah!
Let's go do it! Let's do it!
I'm at my pad actin bad and my bitch got me mad
But I'm gon let my khakis sag and continue to mash
Blue flag around my head, gold tank on my chest
Motherfuck y'all niggas talkin shit out west
I'm down south hustlin, crushin, bustin on punk busters
I know them niggas wanna rush us, but can't touch us
When y'all see us, a hundred thousand deep, duck us
I keep a can of repellent for you suckers, motherfuckers
What the fuck y'all figure?
Big Snoop Dogg, yeah I'm still that same old nigga
Gang bangin, P don't mind, I feel ya
Dogg Pound crip on mine, and I kill ya
If you cross that line, it's a thin line
Between the nine millimeter and that hairline
Trigger, nigga, cap peelers and drug dealers
Real niggas feel us, especially them bonafide cold hard killers
Now I know y'all niggas don't want us to get things crackin
With all that jaw jackin you bitch ass niggas keep yappin
I'm slappin niggas in they face for the nine eight
Let's go do this Mystikal, what the fuck we waitin for nigga?
Get up, like a robbery, nigga fuck fuck
That's real cuz after I rob a nigga, what what
Y'all don't want no problems with us us
Problem here, let them niggas go, followed by a buck buck
So forget what you sayin nigga fuck you and fuck who you with
You shoulda know motherfuckers, who you were fuckin with
Silkk the Shocker motherfucker, that's my last time
Made Man, motherfucker, little brother of the Last Don
Niggas talkin about you got beef with this nigga
All hoods talkin about you better have a meet with this nigga
How could I beef with this nigga?
Cuz that's that nigga, (Who?) That's that nigga
(Who you talkin about?) Everybody talkin about
(That's him?) That's that nigga
I can sleep with my heat, I can even sleep with a freak
I can do a lot of things, I just can't sleep with no beef
Like you can't eat with no teeth you can't rob the police
Just like you can't cook with no heat
When I get to comin, ain't no comin wet
When I get to bustin, fuck all y'all, ain't no comin back
See you shoulda known, I wasn't scared of no nigga
All Mystikal and Snoop gotta say is one thing
MUTHAFUCKIN' MURDERER!!!!!!
BITCH YOU KILLED MY SISTER!!!!!
BITCH I'M BOUT TO GET MY PISTOL!!!!
Know that I'm comin' and I gotta get him,
And I gotta kill him,
And cease all his stupid shit,
And walk with this venomous shit cuz she's 'sposed to be there for me,
SIX YEARS, STILL TEARS!!!!
I know it's gonna be that way
until the day that your grave is filled up,
I still can't forget'cha, cuz all you did is spilled blood,
Bitch that was my only sister, YOU CAN'T JUST KILL HER!!!
DON'T THAT FUCK WITH YOU??? CAN'T YOU FEEL HER?
THAT'S WHAT THE FUCK SHE GET FOR GIVIN' YOU HER REAL LOVE????
I tried to play cool, and mind my business, and stay out it,
I was supposed to be all in, when it comes to your family SHARE YOUR
PROBLEMS!!!!
I just wish I would've knew then what I know now,
I just WISH I COULD'VE WOKE UP BEFORE IT WENT DOWN!!!!!
Now I'm sayin' "DAMN!!!!!"
Wake up hollerin' "DAMN!!!!!!!"
Wait until I get that muthafucka, AND I AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MURDER MURDER MURDER
MURDER MURDER MURDER (Get that muthafucka WHAT I TELL MYSELF!!!!)
Murderer.......
Murderer.......
Noooooooow, why?
Would you come to my house, tell the truth,
then turn around and be bout LYIN'????
Muthafucka in that water, I know you didn't want your son to ROT!!!!!
So if you gone support him,
then you can jump up in the skillet with him and FRY!!!!
BITCH!!!!! MY GOD DAMN SISTER USED TO CALL YOU MAMA!!!!!
AND THIS IS HOW YOU HONOR HER???????
I'm furious, and to her I say MURDERER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her loyalty, and her love, YOU DESERTED HER!!!!!!!!!!!!
Changed the whole story, and got on the evening news and shined,
The bitch start actin', got on the witness stand and start cryin',
Now who the fuck you think you foolin'? Or convincin'?
IT MUST BE YOUR FUCKIN' SELF!!!!!
It hurt me so bad, to avoid doin' somethin' crazy
I had to write this shit down on paper,
AND SHOW YOU WHAT THE FUCK I FELT!!!!!
You disgrace me, it's a show of shame,
You saw that look in my sister face, she died in PAIN!!!!
Thou shalt not kill,
Bitch I can remember finishin' the argument
that y'all was havin' over automobiles,
Thou shalt not lie,
I know what you did, I'm comin' to get'cha, YOU CANNOT LIVE!!!!!
Look, you sleep forever is the fuckin' price,
Shit, a throat for a throat, a life for a life,
FUCK MY FEELINGS, you owe that to my family and her son,
My children auntie ain't there,
Fuckin' well right I got a grudge,
On your Ma, and her lawyer, and the courts,
and the jurors, and the judge,
Defenses, your immediate family members,
I'm pissin' on it and burnin' the distict attorney,
You stepped down on us,
Shipped that coward out his fuckin' cell and let him skip town on us,
Just like that,
And I guess I'm 'sposed to let that shit go down, ha? Just like that?
I'm makin' it happen to these actors,
My screwdriver, and my telephone bar, and my black hat on backwards,
Takin' your boyfriend, that's how it end,
But until then, I'M LIVIN' FOR REVENGE
MURDER MURDER MURDER
MURDER MURDER MURDER (Get that muthafucka WHAT I TELL MYSELF!!!!)
Murderer.......
Murderer.......
MURDER MURDER MURDER
MURDER MURDER MURDER (Get that muthafucka WHAT I TELL MYSELF!!!!)
Murderer.......
Murderer.......
MURDERER!!!!!!!!!
BITCH YOU KILLED MY SISTER!!!!!!!!!!
MURDERER!!!!!!!!!!
BITCH YOU KILLED MY SISTER!!!!!!!!!!
BITCH YOU KILLED MY SISTER!!!!!!!!!!
.....WHAT I TELL MYSELF!!!!!!!!!!!
Murderer....
Testin testin testin
You can hear me, what what what?
MIC, check one, check, check check
You can hear me? YO!
I'm loud enough? Yo!
Mic mic, micraphone, check, check
Yo, can you hear me?
YIKES!!! You know what I like? (What?)
I keep it hype, the words that I write (Oh)
I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic (Huh?)
I say my rhyme LOUD, with all of my might
People say that nigga CRAZY, I'm throwin off
I raise my voice up then, GO OFF!!
The king of different, titan of screamin chantin louder than
a hundred people clappin (GO) keep them fuckin speakers crackin
Rockin it, about to ROLL
The sticker on the tag can't make it ragged
Vocals that'll blow horns til your ass in traction
Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket
BLING BLING comin through, not excuse me
I'm the nigga that's makin this loud ass music
The doctor slapped my ass, so I've been hollerin since an infant
Gotta make sure they hear me cause I wants my attention!
Disturb the class, so I stayed in detention
Couldn't whisper when I was talkin so they sent me to the office
The principal say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?"
Said, "I try to be quiet but I just can't seem to lower the volume"
"Hmm, what's your name?" -- "Michael Tyler"
"Perhaps you'd be interested in joining our school choir?"
Said, "Nah that's for funny boys"
"Either that or a suspension," while you roll, HERE I COME BOY
I wanna holla, but I gotta try: *clears throat*
DOE RAY MI FAH SOH! Ahh no!
That ain't gonna cut it, that ain't gonna get it
Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try something ath-letic"
But I'm too clumsy so I went to the band
But I made more noise honkin than I did when I was playin!
YIKES!!! That ain't workin so I'm leavin
The very next day I was in ROTC
Had no problems soundin off like I had a pair, THREE FOUR
But I just ain't like them tight ass green pants that I had to wear
All this ? made me tired, on top of that
one of my teachers wanna see my ass outside
I went downstairs to the yard
When I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads
I said, "You lookin for me? I'm the one who be talkin loud"
She said, "Damn, nigga we need you on our cheerleadin squad"
HELL NO, never ever Trevor
Either that or a report card filled with the F letter
GO, TEAM, FIGHT, WIN
Nah this shit ain't cool, FUCK THESE TEACHERS AND THIS SCHOOL
Got a loud mouth but I don't know what to use it for
Mothafuckin' murderer
Murdered my sister
the only thing ?I'm tryin to tell? is to take it to that nigga
get that mutherfucker what I tell myself
make that mutherfucka feel what Chell felt
heavenly father but ?your will? to bring them tears to her eyes
fuck the fussin and the fights why she have to die
couldn't ?beleive my baby? to leave away from here so goddamn early
I tried to tell her that nigga was bad news but she ain't heard me
fact was that she love this bitch
but she found love on the graveyard shift
and how many ? mutherfuckin' quick lift, or spliff, on the fifth
find my baby sister she ain't deserve that shit
nigga you couldn't of, nigga you wouldn't
put your hand on a women, how could it be my sister
can't say I wouln't miss her
but I wouln't forget cha
get that bitch for every time he hit ya
he gone pay for what he did ya
MURDER!
Motherfuckin Murderer
possesed that nigga that hurt her
100% black queen self ?every women?
nigga you lost your fuckin' life when you took hers from her
you took her from her brothers
and her baby mother from her
but after its said and done your ass gone burn like its summer
even ?a fuck? bout a system
sister was your victim
fuck he said he didi it
what the fuck you mean your being a victim
fuck him, I'll get 'em
be that nigga to deal with him
cut him and split him, reverse that feelin'
commited ?mutherfuckin? centuries under my ceilin'
the paper said lacerations to her ? what did the killin'
but thats on my first born to make him my first blood
nigga you took her from her fuckin' close friends and first cous'
she would probably miss my partner she was cool with
? multiplied by the people she went to school with
never the less, rest my sweet sister
?I'm about to? handle this buisness
get that thing and kiss ya picture
heavenly fatherhe done put me in that water
but I got to get theat bitch for what he did to my momma daughter
never dreamed he'd be the one to hurt her
she died a bloody murder
MURDER!
Motherfuckin' Murderer
into the tick-tock of the wee hour
shit started to get sour
she was killed by that fuckin' coward
how could nothin' take so much and
no more was uppin' no more huggin'
but his conciense know the truth so he fucked up and
her memories was all that was left so to that I'm clutchin'
she was taken out of your reach now you can't touch her
unfortunatly also taken from us so we gotta sufer
?dabalin'? down to that last supper
gotta hustle
feelin' my album shake the devil up
reconstruct this motherfucka
I never slowed down just throw it down like I know how
thought I do it like she would have wanted me to do it
I still can't believe I lost her in the worst way
she died wearin' my very first T-shirt on my birthday
now what the fuck I'm supposed to celebrate
would have celebrated if I caufgt his ass
but I got in my ?bed? and its too late
everybody gotta roll they must play
no hollerin' when to pray
but this mutherfucka gotta pay
there will be no reasonable excuse for what you've done
even ignored him when he started stealin' from me
cause them was crumbs
a raindrop to a river
huh, a sinner to a christian
a holler to a whisper
she was the sole reason that I got along wich ya
but I'm a never heal from the scars of what you did to my sister
MURDERER!
This is, Mystikal and Outkast
I'm representin
I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES
You can't stand it!
Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami
Handlin with my man 'nem in Atlanta
And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin
as I'm sayin it
I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine,
bitch I'm known for jammin
Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary
Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary
I bust through, intrude, move through distractions
Withstand hits and blows don't lose no traction
I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em
If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon
And the get God back
Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy
Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy
Run flat boy, run that boy
Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy
I bring flames to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer
I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern band
And they always tryin to find something to say about the brother man
I invent em flip em and send em
Rhymes set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over ya
Guess what, this is a stick up
Give me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up
Garbage mc's better run for it
Don't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of the yard, (?)
And respect me for takin it to em
So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods
Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah
Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha
[X 2]
If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock
If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods you better stop
Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh
All a the heat rise to the beat wise
To that nigga that spit that street fire
Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire
Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto
You're bitch made like Dorothy
You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa
Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy
But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G?
I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken
And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin
Givin you somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops with
My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this
The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily
Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scarin me
But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the rest yeah
That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH
Yeah know that East Point never stop like that
All the way to Decatur
[X 2]
Hey, what's your name?
Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here
Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun
Reason for a gun, only one
Strong believer in self-preservation
Aahhhhh, OOF!
in the State of confused
City of forgotten fate, County of the blues
Street address Generation X Avenue
But Generation Y high to the point that I drink
Runnin on a new one
Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks
What if I told you that even if you made clocks?
Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds
Then re-arrange and change things that's on your mind
Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter?
Would you holler that I'm live and ask another?
Or take no heat and run for cover?
What the fuck? Shit..
It's.. HOT!
I'm steamy, sweatin, tossin and turnin
The whole house on fire, and I can't stop it from burnin
The curtains and the walls all indulged in flames
I yell, "Somebody help me!" But ain't nobody pay em
I try my best to put it out then I said, "Fukkit!"
Break, full speed to the back door, one room away
But the faster and harder I ran it seemed like the longer I took
Prayin, "Please God spare me; I don't wanna cook!"
Knew I that I did done some things that I shouldn't of
I knew I didn't come into Sunday service like I could have
But have mercy for your child, forgive me for my sins
I'm too young to die Lord, get me through this
I gotta get to the back do', gotta get to the kitchen
But they got thick black smoke comin from the kitchen
Shit, all other exits are tossed, what I'ma do?
Stay my ass here and burn or -- RUN THE FUCK THROUGH?
Already havin trouble breathin when I started to cough
But no more time to waste, I cover my face and took off!
Dis-en-dehydrate, I'm gettin tireder
I gotta, keep movin, cause it's gettin HOTTER
and HOTTER, WHOO.. WHOAH, shit! I'm on fire!
C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire!
Oh shit! Ain't none of y'all motherfuckers help me out dere?
HELP!!! Motherfuckers it's me! HELP!!!
I gotta get out of here! I've been trapped for over 55 minutes
Looks like I'm finished, this could be a fucked up ending
I done been in some fucked up shit but this the worst I ever been in
"Call them people to me" -- tell them send the fire engine
I hope this ain't my calling y'all cause I ain't ready
I'ma need some alerted emergency units to stand by, paramedics
Runnin through the fire, and I can't turn back
Somethin went {WHOOSH} and everything went black
I can't see, I can't see, I'm BLIND!!
Oh fuck I'm alright I just had my eyes closed the whole time
Oops, shit damn! But that ain't my stop my shoes from movin
cause outside, here I am!
I smashed through the back door like a ram
I made it! I'm still alive! I'm still the man!
Out the house but still I got fire on my clothes
So I stopped, dropped, and rolled dick rolled
Started goin wild on the ground tryin to get the flames out my shirt
Windmillin in the dirt, but nuttin didn't work!
I heard a {HORN SOUNDS} but that was just a barge
See I live right by the river -- THAT'S IT, WATER!!!
Every step I took made hot footprints in the tar
Runnin over cars to the 12th Ward wall
Get out the way cause everything I touch turn crispy
I'ma be at the riverfront, tell them people come get me!!
C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire!
Hello? Somebody get the fuckin fire off me!
HELP!
Sparks like aluminum foil, in the microwave oven
Where them fuckin people? SOMEBODY DO SOMETHIN!
Can't you see what's hap-pe-nin?
Don't you see the smoke? Can't you hear the cracklin?
Nobody wanna listen, everybody was scatterin
I grab a nigga he screamed so loud that shit was eardrum shatterin!
I said, "Don't scream Dawg, I need your help, I'm the one on fire!"
He said, "Nigga you 'sposed to be dead, how you still alive?"
He was right -- by now they should be embalming me
But the shit don't seem to be harming me
Damn this must have been a bad dream the whole ?
I heard them motherfuckin sirens, hollerin
I guess they finally got the people to me, they must have saw me
Huh, cause they was headed right for me
A fireman walked up, and handed me a tape
Uh, uh, hah!
Alright, Mystikal, (BITCH! Hombre!) Mystikal.
Alright nigga, this E four O.
Huh, E four O, E four O, huh.
Finna get it crankin up in this biatch, what.
Finna get it crankin up in this biaiatch.
V-Town (V-town), New Orleans.
Check it out.
Thangs fine, in the middle of the street, sirens and violens silence
Muthafuckas play for keeps, violens and diamonds on my grand piano
Turn the channel, lemme see that, gimme that back
Muthafucka fool what's your problem? (What's your problem?)
Nigro, why you wanna pull all on the side of my column
Column, shot em shot em, got em, stick em, lose em, stock em
Bitch em, dodge em, block em, stock em, rock em, chop em, scheme em
Plottin plot em, 45 special, 45 special, nigga with the four five realize
I got this monkey on my back, shit be funky that's a fact
Screamin up in them swamps though, pocket fulla twamps though
To stomp hoe, totin my pis-tal
Up and down them side streets up in my vehi-cal
Calli still, rally's fell, French Quarters at night
Smoke blunts, get the money, and make shit right
We're smokin weed pipe, niggas stuff it and roll
Just some fools bout they paper, way out of control
Now, here we go
Here we go, time to let these niggas know
Here we go, here we go, uhhhhh
Here we go, here we go, time to let these niggas know
Mystikal, P go get the four door
Here we go, here we go, time to let these niggas know
Here we go, here we go, uhhhhh
Here we go, here we go, time to let these niggas know
Mystikal, Master P go get the four door
A-I-N-T-N-O-L-I-M-I-T
Nigga, we B-O-U-T-I-T-B-O-U-T-I-T
Fonzarelli, gimme the mike
Let me get in they ass
And with the Ice Cream Man we kickin ass
Came way from the project in New Orleans
Where the drug dealers slang and the killers they blast
Pass the grass, gimme the weed, smash the gas, we actin bad
We lookin for the bitches with the pink cookie
We already got the plastic bag
Nah-nah-nah-nah-NAH
Our money don't stop, it multiply
Could this fucker be, P lemme in the pool
lemme show ya I pull my size
I know some of y'all niggas gon probably
have a problem with everything we say
Bitch, G-E-T-O-F-F-M-Y-D-I-C-K
Always been the shit, so I'ma be the shit
Fuckin with niggas like E four O and B-Legit
Y'all niggas got a pay to feed the men, we the men
Do it fast or slow, we dressed up straight from a fashion show
Passin hoes, ain't nothing on the wall
in the hall but platinum and gold
I put the dick on the track, and break they back
To the mighty N.O., came fame, when I brought it to the top
Here we go, in this B-I-T-C-H
[Talking with echo]
Represent, Ughhhhhhhhh!
Ha ha! That's how we gon bubble.
No Limit style. Mystikal, nigga.
E-Feezy, B-Legit, and Master P.
The kisarme. Yeah baby, yeah.
Represetin ya heard me. How ya do dat dere.
707, 504, we gettin y'all ready for that there.
It's a new beginning, a new millenium.
No Limit
Naughty!
Da bomb Ill
Mystikal!
IllTown
Da Big Eazy.. (oh shit) HAH!
Dirty South, Dirty Jerz, nigga fuck what ya heard
Your talk words don't serve while we slang on the curb
We take it from a fuckin fight to a stage and a mic
If I don't take the limo bitch I'm pushin a bike
Us big niggaz get pussy while songs get cooked
Fuck rough rhymes get hooked and young minds get shook
Duck, don't rock, don't break, don't bend, don't fall
Not gon' play, don't fake, don't stop to rest don't pause none
Top dough top pro on bitches
Chop funk, not gon' bitch ass niggaz
I wring they neck and slap they fuckin mouth
I run laps around the Superdome
Breast stroke the whole Mississippi to represent THE FUCKIN SOUTH
That's right, I said it!
I'm the fuckin boxer in your face is where I'm headed
Blaow, you gotta whole lot of nerve dissin the.. South
We ridin all the way to Jersey
We gon' keep up, but you keep on, keepin on
Y'all gon', keep on, gettin the fuck on, bitch get gone!
Y'all heard me? Mystikal and Naughty
New Orleans and Jersey!
Yo, yo, yo
I heard somebody wantin Naughty to get raw, ha
I dismantle your fuckin crew just like Apartheid, nigga ya heard?
There's No Limit no gimmicks, to the shit I spit
Ain't no magazine you know could count these mics I rip
Comin straight from Jersey, motherfuck all those who curse me
I'm, running through you niggaz like Jackie Joyner Kersee
Now, how many niggaz comin better than this?
Naughty By Nature puts it down on some veteran shit
And chins I devour, while fuckin at your baby shower
Spittin lyrics on you a hundred miles an hour
Our Zoo got no problems gettin physical
Naughty By Nature down with Mystikal, you bitches foul
You get your ass kicked when your only assets is ass bets
You cry quicker than Angela Bassett, cause your cassette
I'll trash it, like potatoes, beets, I'll mash it
Bust dust to dust and turn ashes to ashes in masses
I'm massive mashing bastards faster
Question bout my pimping tell your bitch to ask it
Chip-chop like all tops the store stops (it stops here)
Cause I'm raws likes strawberries on shortstops (it comes now)
The Beast from the East, the big future for the pharoah
Diss my crew, do some spine travel on gravel
Some fuhrilla shit, go and, peel your shit
I want my, scrilla quick, on some gorilla shit
Rhyme illest, no mimic, no quit it, gon' feel it
IllTown, divine mill it, No Limit, fuck the spillage some
hear my shit and go and switch they style
what you what you gon do
what you gon uh
what you what you gon do nigga?
what you what you want what you gon do nigga
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
I, know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit me cuz I cant fuck wit my damn self
HERE I GO!!!
I, know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit me cuz I can't fuck wit my damn self
HERE I GO!!!
DA MAN RIGHT CHEA!!!
(da man right chea)
Da Man
Da Man Right Chea
mister man right chea!
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
y'all muthafukkaz betta get ready to rumble!!
get in da line like a conga
plastic like plumbin
spicy like gumbo
Y'ALL MUTHAFUKKAZ AINT READY!!!!
hey to dem boyz
get at dem bitches and cut dey ass
as sharp as a machetti
dope I dont, herbs I do,
you bitches probably couldnt see me wit a birds eye view
ooh,
it's alive, finna make yo head spin
stop walkin da one way to a fukkin dead end
bitch ya yellow, coward-hearted
gotta erase dem boys
get da gas and he can go
get this fukkin fire started
Yo heart jump like a base line bump
you bad enough to meet the alligator in the swamp
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
Da Man Right Chea!!
I, know y'all niggaz aint fukkin wit me cuz i cant fukk wit my damn self
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh,
What you muthafuckas know bout rappin?
(what you muthafuckas know bout rappin?)
Who Put you on the map?
(who put you on the fuckin map?)
I, know y'all niggaz aint fukkin wit me cuz I cant fukk wit my damn self
(my damn self)
HERE I GO!!
DA MAN RIGHT CHEA!
(somebody said that you wuz lookin for me!)
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
Uh, Uh,
Damn,
(somebody said that you was lookin for me)
(uh)
all right
(what you be doin, what you be doin?)
Rhyme slayin,
straight, suckaz Im slayin
hoes Im layin
niggaz can't barely stand
I got em layin and prayin
the man (....?....)
ask them hoez, I aint playin wit em
Wanna get beef,
I haveta turn my cheek
cock back like like mad max
and knock out one of dem fuckin teeth
Im a mean, gene machine
the exocutioner, be appeased wit gillotine
my lifestyle is rural
I'll hit on ya poodle
after disaster, have ya sippin on chicken noodle
get ya ass in gear and,
gettin fucked while ya winnin
Im the shark in the dark, Bitch at night dont go swimmin
cuz if you do you doomed
(...?...) I'll be da king of da looney toons
sweatin and gaspin,
Im a massive assasin
All this smashin and smashin
kickin ass wit a passion
mystikal's on a role
jus that cold
(ice cold)
Anotha nigga couldnt touch me wit a flagpole
wanna fight Iron Mike
but ya too damn light
like a knife,
I'll rip ya from ya ass to ya appetite
gangsta
(...?...)
Fuck a (?) I'm the foreign minister
don't brag fast
wanna battle? BRING A BODY BAG!!
I'm gonna need it, to carry yo stupid ass
I observe, Time to serve
rhymes I heard
like words of King George III
I proceed, to mislead
the sweet hoes i cheated
Devour like its sour like Johnny Appleseed
I intrude,
Hoes call me rude
Bitch I'm smooth,
whatch ya fuckin attitude
blast from the past
curse like I'm mad
I'm like a black cat
on the trail of a fat rat!
You finna overdose and choke off these rhymes I wrote
(somebody said that you wuz lookin for me!!)
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
DA MAN RIGHT CHEA!!!
Im comin straight for yo throat,
like a coyote on a goat
nobody know,
you sweatin me like a hoe
be no,
you hoe
cannot find a antidote
cuz when i start to float
murder he wrote
Huff puff and bluff
come touch this rough stuff
and get cuffed
snuffed buffed and scuffed
you can't hit this
get with this no witness
I'm bad to da bone, I'll fuck you up with the quickness
I paid my dues
I'm bad news to fools
I choose you lose
fuck you fools
I wreck Boo-Coo crews
wit the words i use
I'm bout to be feelin like ZZ hill cuz im screamin and screamin and singin the blues
you be (...?...)
I never bled in battle, I refuse to lose
You can bring ya whole posse, bitch I still wont lose
I'll stomp ya whole staff,
you must want a bloodbath,
fuckin riff-raff
break you in half
and laugh
then snap and served you
I (..?..) and heard you
think about dem words you heard
you fuckin nerd
you tried to probably rob me
dodge me
fuckin fightin makin money on my hobby
freezin degrees
run em up, shut em up, buttered em up
what up?
wanna fight? bitch, put em up
how dat sound?
come get knocked down
bolos I throw bitch you won't last no round
I bet let's see
what we can fuck wit next
Step dat ass in the ring
(ding)
and I'mma jab it and jet
Cuz I am the baddest black prince of the south
If you run up, you'll get knocked the fuck out!!!
pound for pound, blow for blow
we can go
into the ring
Ass whoopin
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
Since I'm so fucking bad
give me mine
get yours
ooooh...
I woke up this morning
rocked up
humping on the matress
hard like I was fuckin
I realized I was dreaming
then I got up
I hit the Vick's inhaler
'cuz my nose was stuffed up
from the bed to the floor
to the bathroom to the sink
from the mirror to the toilet
took a piss then shook the shank
oops, dont look know I think I sprinkled when I tinkled
so, I dip in the sides there be a sweeter by the seater
cocoa powder, bubble-bath, and rubbing alcohol
for 5 fuckin cent that you could buy at the mall
I'm a long distance super-power, pussy-magnet
I was born in the ghetto, made by the ghetto
so fabulous!
ghetto fabulous - living like this
I'm so happy, yeah!
'cuz I'm ghetto fabulous
[enters over repeat, speaking]
Yeah I feel what you're saying, Dog
but, uhh, you could let these fools know how hard it is
when a nigga ghetto fabulous, know what I'm saying?
let's kick that shit!
it's like a big rush with no time
niggas be like "whyyyyy"
kids be like "let me get your autograph"
bitches be like "ahhhh!"
ever since I said "here I go"
braids or not y'all
they know me wherever I go
I'm real private
the windows tinted, doors locked
the damn crowd you make a scene
"ain't you Mystikal?"
"no, I'm not."
lie to a diehard fan with a straight face
and let the hour long picture signing session take place
sign, hey, baby, how you doing?
what's your name?
stay real, stay sweet
stay sexy, stay the same
and never forget
I'm never going to change
I'm loving what I'm doing
and you can put that on your game
I got my piece of pie and my piece of mind
fool, I'm a piece of coal
don't call me, people, let me shine
I know you see me on t.v.
with Snoop, Fiend, Mia, C, Silkk, Serv, and Petey
nigga we frontin' these street-ies
but livin' like this ain't easy
it's fabulous!
I'm so fucking bad
see, that's a cutie with her big booty
and her big body
her and her big fine potnahs
take their ??? and take their vitamins
be ordering drinks all down at the bar
we don't got to buy
just work that halter top
and work them tight bell bottoms
ohhh, you acting funny and trying to holler
she project Tyra Banks
the neighborhood super-model
she shaped like a coke bottle
hair whipping smelling good
finger nails and her toes polished
she did it how she lived
'cuz she got to have it
first got them fucking kids
by the baby's daddy
her ass ain't never what she should have been
go ahead on and act bad, I'll see ya when I get a hit
see, she was so fucking bad
Redman: Yo, I need to wait
Mystikal: Tarantula, tarantula, boof!, handle yo' bidness then nigga
Redman: Mystikal waddup nigga!
Mystikal: Whaa', wassup dog!
Method Man: Funk Doctor in this mother-fucker
Redman: Right he-eere
Method Man: And I'm shitty ass Meth, and we gone do what the fuck we gotta do
[Chorus: Mystikal]
I get it started for you, I get it started for you
Soon as I get'cha cause I know that you was waitin' for me
I get it started for you, I get it started for you
Soon as I get'cha cause I know that you was waitin' for me
[Method Man]
Yo, yo, yo..
If school was pussy, I wouldn't miss a day
Big John Jay slay around the way, fish fillet
Taste the truth, ay' no more lies like Ms. Chilet
Keep my kids frost like they was born in east L.A.
Told yo' buy yo' weed by the ounce, twins lets bi-dounce
That shit they talkin' don't add up, I say what get down
Can't stop drop, can't flock, most of all I can't stop
Wreck my hand-cuffs and fightin' bullies in the sandbox
Method-cal, Mystikal, Oh yeah that's my man Doc'
Whoopin' she shoulders, WHA!, hit you with the lamb chop
Throw 'em up, slow 'em up, like the wic blow 'em up
Chick showin' butt, half of y'all ain't even know nuts
Cause I'm, I'm comin' dirty like duzum
Come on, like Buzz Lightyear lets get our buzz on
The ladies in the club, like where the dollars at?
They babies be at home like where my momma at?
[Chorus]
[Redman]
When the twins track on, you can't talk you bark on it
Doc's yo' walf on it, sometimes get lost on it
America's Most No Time a Car woman
Timberland's and Nike Air's in the fog runnin'
We job huntin', with no I.D.'s
Plus my coke carry all the minerals I need
I'ma flow top speed, my crew fight it out
like in-door hot beat, it's war when I bleed
Sugar come here, throw that ass in the air
I leave blood guts and, broken glass everywhere
I write with bear hands, but I'm a gorrilla
Broke out the zoo, with Mystikal and my nigga
Fuck y'all for wrong me, I'm inside of a Ridder
With fat chicks arguing, Who's body is bigger?
I'ma get my smoke on, I'ma get my freak on
Rims get they poke on, here's some more dope to choke on
[Mystikal]
I get it started for you, Soon as I get'cha cause
I know that you was waitin' for me, I know that you was waitin' for me
So when you come you better, have your fuckin' back cause
You know it could get ugly for me, you know it could get ugly for me
I tried to tell you but your ass didn't want to listen so bitch
Now I got to show you somethin', now I got to show you somethin'
It's capital M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L you mother-fucker, L you mother-fuckcer
No pussy my temple band, no weed or my nerves shot, no money no concert concert
You don't get no deposit back, man these niggas can handle that
who in the fuck is you playin' wit', playin' wit'
I'm sorry it can't change, you probably can't hang
the sounds I like James, HEY!
I rap fast and kick ass, and kiss my ass
Mystikal, Redman, Method Man, nigga Yeaaaaaah!
[Chorus 2x]
[Mystikal]
Whoo! Freestyle session nigga
I'm jumpin' the mother-fuckin' south if you ain't hype, bitch
It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)
Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)
Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
I feel like a bird nigga with no wings
I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little change
My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat
And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police
I done seen little kids in the projects starving
I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin
See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines
But so many niggas in jail and the welfare lines
And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country
Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money
And the media starting east and west coast wars
I'm from the south, where they predijuce on us all
Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up
But why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us up
Gave us three halves and high interest student loans
Four dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it home
It's real when you can do whatever you want to do
when you want to do it
Ain't to many niggas out there living like that
That's why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through it
How many niggas in the penn
how many niggas in the cemetary don't know why?
How many strikes y'all niggas need
How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives?
WHY!!!! Why you gotta make your momma cry?
HUH!!!! She take you out of the street
cause that's where you gonna die
But you won't listen cause your mind is one track
and your head is hard
And your getting flipped, and your talking back
Showing your ashy act, ass straight up off the wall
Lemme talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall
but that's far and all
And sore and all, it's cool when it started off
Now niggas duckin bullets like dodgeballs
Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of high's gonna grow
Living in a messed up time, a messed up court
I'm telling ya, you can't do shit no more!
It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands
that's why I'm praying to God
Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water
Cause it's your world, and we your children
your sons and your daughters
We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto
trying to make it to mars!!!
Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game
Wishing I can change, I've been through so much
Seen so many things, couldn't find the words to explain
The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I
But I can't get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemies
I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days
Penetentary close, but you know what? Cemetaries aint that far away
Before I die I'm trying to make the whole world feel
like our people scared to stand there
The way we express ourself, they think that we all some killers
But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street
Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police
See now my life aint been the same nigga, life as a thug
If I had to draw a picture of my life
I have to paint my picture in blood
Closest homie died, before he die little cousin told me this
Get you something cause cemetaries
packed full of niggas who had dreams to be rich
So keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was hard
To tell my family one day I was gonna grow up to make millions
When I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dream
I like to scream when I came home from jail
When I was told best friend turned into a fiend
I aint gonna lie, my conscience aint clear, when I close my eyes
Of course you gotta realize, god forgive me, I'm just trying to survive
They cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stop
I got a positive note, my auntie having a baby
No Limit. Soldiers. (Ughhhhhhhh!)
DPGC. Gangstas. (Ha, ha!)
Look here, you got three crazy muthafuckas
in the same place at the same time.
(Yeah, Master P.)
You know this shit gon be off the hook.
(It's gon be the wildest shit you ever heard.)
For my bitches down south.
Southern hospitality.
(Representin, ya heard me!)
From the cold, hard streets of the LBC
To a duet with Mystikal and Master P
Real G's ship keys and shoot dice on their knees
And put pistols to the mouths, of their enemies
Old country ass nigga with a gold in the front
Be the same muthafucka that get your bitch ass stomped
Underestimatin hatin got you knocked out cold
Tryin to play my boy over, you was with your hoe
Them South niggas bangin off the shit that we write
Punk niggas get killed, straight on sight
No Limit ain't no gimmick
It's tragic you know, so don't be meddlin with my boy and my hoe
Lay low, hit the floor, I'm back
Yo P, take me to the streets, that's where my heart is at
You make em say Ughhhhhhh!
I make em say beeyatch
Together we can flip the script and get grip
You got the crack, I got the bud sack
Mystikal, smack, you got the strap
Deep in that gangsta shit on a night like that
You blast me, I blast you back, beeyatch!
We bout to jump off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!
We bout to hop off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!
Know what, we're bout to jump off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!
Got this fuckin party poppin
You cappin and army braggin
Gon keep smugglin in this game shit
"Niggas ain't rappin" what you say about gangsta rappin
You get killed forever, my nigga, every day
Where you get fucked up nigga, is where you lay
Time again I tried to tell you, but you ain't wanna heard what I say
Damn leather dog bombin
Done made a mistake
We made (something is faded in the background) sound so good
Keep that gangsta shit banging up and down your hood
Cause only real gangstas get down and to the bottom
Where y'all going, that much, we'll see right through ya
I'll out hustle ya, can't put up a fight cause I out muscle ya
My really don't give a fuck attitude got ya feelin uncomfortable
I got that there, nigga you ain't saying shit
I'm colder than a brand new pair of Stan Smiths
Fresher than a whole box of green Altimos
But I got to blow your head off and put bullet holes in your Girbauds
B-O-U-T we bout it
Real gangstas live muthafuckin rowdy
And where you from is how you come
Where you be or you're at
Fool, watch your back for these gangstas in that black from
Long Beach to New Orleans, from every nigga in the hood to the
penitentiary
Tryin to, survive on these streets
Slangin dope cause the kids gotta eat
Put it in a car or a plane, Grey Hound or a train
Sixty five when it came, eighty nine when it lay
I'm in love with miss mo mo, candy painted four
Twenty skirt with convertible, fuckin polo
Bring the stylins of your talk
I mean real gangstas don't talk
Free your mind and refugee
(Intro [Master P])
What's up niggas and bitches.
It's the muthafuckin kisarme.
It's No Limit, Master P.
Im'a introduce y'all to the muthafuckin,
one of the hardest liuetenants on the tank, Mystikal.
We was all born to be soldiers.
See, these evil thoughts,
they was scarred into our muthafuckin souls from these wars,
the streets, the ghetto, the hood. The ghetto.
Chorus: X 7
[Master P]
Bitch, I'm a soldier!
[Mystikal]
I was born to be a soldier!
[Mystikal]
Ah, ATTEN!
Hoo! Muthafuckas don't you move
I got what is takes to make your ass feel (?)
You don't wanna rest in this parade
No Limit soldiers throwin grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and gunnin
I got your ground troops runnin from INCOMING!
Go, go go go, the future caliber
Bout to rip your (?) vest, split your capita
The niggas be marchin in the land camp
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us!
No LVE's, no MRE's
But we kill our enemies, and drive humvees!
Chorus X 5
[Master P]
Born, to be, a muthafuckin soldier
The colonel don't play, I'm out that tank
Money in the bank, make niggas thank
At ease when we rank, salute cause we cap
Fools run they trap, soldiers bust caps
Fools die a million deaths, solider dies once
Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy painted hummer, triple gold D's
We bout it, eyes on our CREAM cause we rowdy
Battle kicked advil, niggas load they carriages
Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I know character
I'm ready to bust keys, niggas (?)
Niggas are fuckin, slanging them trees
They gon die in New Orleans
Chorus X 4
[Silkk]
I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat tank
My ghetto antics, my ghetto tactics
I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic
Nigga what? Black, my M-16, is black bitch
I was born to drop phat shit
Punk your ass like a sac bitch
Yeah, I keep a gat bitch (?) I react quick
Blow them soldiers, told ya, and that's it
But see, I set my shit off like a punt (Go, T, Go)
We roll, I said we roll like a muthafuckin blunt
See, don't come stunt and don't try to front
I'm Silkk the Shocker, I snatch your ass like a muthafuckin duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my fuckin boot
Why would a muthafucka who ain't TRU laugh at old shoot
About face, salute!
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I talk
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I march (Right, left, left)
I was born to be a soldier!
Chorus X 4
[Fiend]
Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live chess games with the chain
(?) at the gun range, cause I'll bring pain
When I'm playing survival games, that's why I sport a vest
But niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chest
I was best on my recon, started harm and dis
The war from this, is that Fiend was born from this
Scarred from this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the crime design, stay from nine to five
Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun show up
No Limit soldiers, the world blow up!
Chorus X 3
[Mac]
Assassin, soldier, sniper, murderer
Son of a bitch, arsonist, house burglarer
Been there, done most before the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po po's chase
Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my face
And them fake niggas hate, so I started different ways
And even when I'm dead and gone
My legacy'll live on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill killin and shit that I spit
For lunatics who be feelin this shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga keep it real
Pops gave me the game, bout to bag a feel
We attack like the Men in Black
You react, if you got a gat
I'll never die, camoflauge in my vein
I'll never change in the purple rain
My name manifest pain, I'm a soldier
Chorus X 8
Whaaa, wassup nigga?
This for my niggas in them Big Trucks
This for all my niggas in them SUV's, you heard me?
This for my Big Truck Drivers, look nigga blow yo' Big Truck Horn
You still could see me in my Big Truck boy
Smilin' like a lil' kid when I sped the corner with my brand new toy
I got a bark in they call, talkin' 'bout
they wishin' I'd would've came out the garage
But, I guess that's too bad
Cause your truck used to be the shit until they saw my pad
Strobe lights flash, solar baric
Big feet ten runnin' while they
Another SUV can't do nothin' wit' me
I'm 23's so 22's ain't fuckin' with me
Car so big it make it hard to turn the wheel
I can't watch the T.V.'s from the sturrin-wheel
Shit, plush stronger than the buckskin ceiling
Chocolate tan interior really big truck grill
Yeah, that's how you do that there
Got bling and bass, everything clean but the ash-tray
I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel
singin' this song (I'm a Big Truck Driver)
In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill
rollin' on big ol' chrome (I'm a Big Truck Driver)
And you know when you pass those small trucks you doin' them wrong
(This is for my riders Big Truck Drivers
Even on a bad day everything clean but the ash-tray)
Dark lights with brights, the dark windows
with the pistols in the hot spots fuckin' well right
So when you bitches try to act hype
I get the gat get the gat cause niggas don't fight
When you get to Ruben 2 then make a right at the light
And you might catch my rims will-millin' 'round night light
I played a Jag' 'round rags, and now Excursion and Escalade 'round upscale
The Range Rover's don't even get gools
'til its time for Rythim City or either House of Blues
My niggas wit' me at your seat to pick my friends up
My brother 'rice in a mother-fucking Benz' truck
Fresh light don't need no buffin'
Just call a homie where I'm at, west coast custom
Put it on a trailer and ain't no rushin'
Cause when I get it back y'all 'round can't touch it
Ain't no slack in my mack, rollin' slow the windows down
they recognize me so you know how they act
Cuttin' up fallin' out tryin' to flirt and get nasty
Raisin' shirt showin' titties talkin' 'bout autohgraphs
I try my best to keep my fans happy
I sign my name I grab the nipple they pull off and start laughin'
Then it's back through the hood, tryin' to find somethin' good
And after that I'm on my way back to good
I knew that I'm on course at all time
And I love grindin' like alcoholics love sweet creamy and wine
2002 and you dodgin' me now
Big Truck gonna come up ain't no holdin' us down
Grab eyes, turn heads, stop traffic
My black Big Truck half match my Big Truck jacket
Do shows and get paid when I travel stay busy it be gone
Now this a Big Truck Driver
I'm a Big Truck Driver, I'm a Big Truck Driver
This is for my riders Big Truck Drivers
Wuz up yall, wuz up soldiers? This M-P, The Colonel.
We ain't no rookies at makin records
Mystikal, Silkk
Together, Oh yeah. It's time to pass out the stripes
Hah Bra
I told you there wasn't no limit
I told ya like I told him
Like I mean what I say what I say is what I mean
I talk mo shit than Muhammed Ali
In a situation about makin my green
First impression nigga back down
Fuck they can't stand up next to me
Competition bring out the best in me
Shit you talkin dated to Elvis Presley
I'm tryin to blow out bigger than the jaws of Dizzey Gilespie
Nigga the nigga won't let me
That's why when I get my shit I snipe like Wesley
You fuckin wit my right on what you been missin in this picture
Style funkin than a big pot of chitilins in yo kitchen
Some slang in yo shit ain't hittin
Like I used the sound before
Listen to yo punk ass diamond sherm like what the fuck I'm around here for
Rough lines and hard rhymes
Consider me an asset
Slow down cause I got some more i aint bustya ass yet Nigga that's how it is and I'ma make sure it stay that way
I did what they thought that I wasnt gonna do
And said what they thought that I wasn't gonna say
You know when I'm cookin
Cause you can smell it
To a buckshot from a pellet
Here I Go!
I'm here to tell it
[ x 2]
Here to tell it
Stomp this motherfucker like elephant
swing at you bitches like apes
Fly by you bitches like pelicans
Put a crack in yo exo-skeletan
Shake this bitch like a bowl of gelatin
we soldiers no limit soldiers ugh there ain't no limit
Acceptin you can deliver title material
Somethin got your mind all blocked up
I be sexually exited when I'm writin
I'm racked up
Creative bails been unclogged up
I keep my elbow in your back
To keep yo ass cocked up
Ain't no fuckin wit me
Ain't no fuckin wit shit I did
26 and been through it
Tellin it like it is
Comin up with tight shit
To make your girlfriend love me
Hunt me like playin rugby
Been a star since smokin puffies
I'm that type of nigga that come thru this bitch
Now I stay down like it ain't nothin
My position is a matter of graphs
My title is not for uppin
Seem like I can take a little bit more that what you put out to harm me
Gotta continue to line my style to take
Formin a fort (You really will)
I writes em line for line
Take my time till the shit is all tight
Focusing mind
For most definitive could take all night
All right
Fuckin right
Unlike nobody else
I'm a one man show
Like havin sex with yourself
(Oh that was good)
You know how we kick it
You know what we do
All opportunities
And all unlimit
No matter if its good
Its gotta be tru
Mix mastered and marked
Somebody sell it
Fuck wit a no limit nigga over there talkin bout
Bitch I'm here to tell it
All aboard, put your coat on boy
Cause its about to get real fuckin chilly
Smoke yo ass like a philly
Fix yo face
Why you lookin all silly
Uh I stay muggin
Or should I say stay thuggin (Okay)
I ain't lettin shit pass NO!
I'm whoopin yo ass down the boat
Trick I'm the illest
Shouts say fuckin thriller
Mystikal and Silkk tha Shocker
Is how we met like King Kong Godzilla
Two of the baddest niggas on one track
How many of yall see some of that
None
Well in this rap game it don't matter
We run that!
Master P, Silkk, Mystikal
Like herb when they fire
Yall busters better retire
Put chall mouthful under the wire
It ain't no limit to our biz
Monopolize, capitalize our share
Makin rhetoric comin thru shit we done did
Cause I lay laws down like the mayor do
Boy look I'm buck wild
Plus I got mo styles than a hairdo
I play my enemies and foes like checkers
(Crown Me!)
Keep those in section (how broke)
Broke like some records
No limit play it
Yall better hear it
You a bad mutha (Hush Yo Mouth)
I was only talkin bout yo lyrics
I hang with ballers and gangstas
(Oh my)
Step back for a second
And watch these soldiers come take ya
Roll By!
Entrepreneurs n Tycoons
If yall doubt it
Yall better not say it cause I been known to get down and dirty
Or should I say I'm just Bout it Bout it
T-R-U
Yall spell it
It ain't no limit to this boy
And I'm here to tell it
There ain't no limit
Where you at Mystikal!
HERE I GO!
Told ya shut ya mouth two of the baddest, ain't no limit
Silkk that shocker, and mystikal, Ice cream man, audi 5000 tru
represent yall cant fade us
shut ya mouth no doubt
we just bout it bout it
Buckle Up Boy
Dont Give a fuck boy
Here The Gillatine
Big Ryders With The rest of the Big Trunk boys
Leather Shit With the Big Chrome Boy
Hit 'em with flat double barrel Big strung Boy
Dont Get Caught Up with my big truck boy
Fuck Up Doggg!!
Respect My Line And Keep my shit clean
Aint Gone Let The Big Buck Fall
White On Black Tinted Windows
With the big black dog
Nigga Slippin Bitches
Toten
Trying To Get Knocked Off
Its With the corna Shit
Sidewalk
3 6 Hard
Aint No Mutha Fucka know whats on my old man log
From Yall with the paint balls Horrible Dogs
Ten hut but i can pay for it fog fog
Somebody follin me in my rear view
and it probaly them lawerys
Thinkin im slanging that powder
But I aint bout to cop no charge
Thats the pt crosier Double R no job
But i aint got no time im bout to ride to the frayer
Hope they dont bring my shit back cause he aint to far
If they take my shit strait over to buisness for war
im talkin better you got the yak yay
I said i aint got the day
I said you strait
Yes im on my way with my shit
THATS what i did broke off head
show me whats up thats what i said
Hot curds front light in the streets
wodie wanted every small car 5 10 east
Tellin a motha fucka to strada
talk on the phone drinks grada
state troopers can kiss my ass
the rest of you Bitches gone eat my dust
Hit the city limit Lyrics start
Yellin "thats my truck"
Pull Up the red light
tring to watch which nigga bone get back bra
Packin towla gone rollin through town
catch up with the fella
with drug dealls hooka's and stella's
better watch out for car jackers
some of the bitchs ass niggas jelouse
Betta lock you tower girl
they comin to get yo need devoloped
uptown hot be serivin like they be slappin round nigga's
them nigga got a gillatin in they navigator
on the back niggas standin dancin
Keepin this nigga on the nextel wont even awnser
some white nigga tryin to be like a snake
dont even know whats happening
Belive me niggas on 18 & 19
20 up tinted up piped up
tank up filled up grilled up loaded siked up
hyped up iced up polo striped up might up
they want fresh cuts they rush all like big trucks
Big house big car big dogs like big stuff
big piano pig feet pig smoked hut hut hut
I like the to let the sun roof to let the wind blow my hair
I tured on 5th avenue boom! there them nigga's go right there
lookin at all them guns will do harm to yo eye balls
these niggas live you might not see can the side walk
showing off with some thing mystikal
drip drop
He aught know being a dog he gone tag it
looking like he gone charge at me cut
nigga drinkin taboscian mixed with wine
put it 1 i put em with a cat fish
dangrous niggas having fun
holling at q we got a show in florida
19 nigga 7, bitch what's happenin?
Thirteen muthafuckin years!
I know what to do to knock your stupid ass
so bad you ain't no challenge.
Thirteen muthafuckin years!
This ain't no fluke, this pure deep talent.
Thirteen muthafuckin years!
I know what to do to knock your stupid ass
so bad you ain't no challenge.
Thirteen muthafuckin years!
Bow, when I hold the microphone and hold it
Keepin me rappin until I hoarse and swollen
Thirteen years and rollin
I rate colder than coldest
Gettin part of this, niggas don't want no more of this
Never leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga that style sound some like mine
Mad enough you screamin "It AIN'T!"
(This line whispered, can't hear)
You be pissin me off some the time, take you down one at a time
I'ma be known for fuckin over your whole album
Who want my rhyme?
Keep decling, I'ma keep climbing
Keep duckin, I'ma keep buckin
Keepin heat seekin rhymes comin to get you bitches off me
Disrespectors cow sled, (..?..)
Hard to break, if it comes that way
It took me thirteen muthafuckin years just to make a tape
But that don't mean that my rhymes one of the strongest
All I know I been tryin to make it for the fuckin longest
Fuck the side of all this, long as you done it
When I done it, gettin blunted bout to run this bitch
Takin them riders down with me, clown with me
Leave thirteen in your muthafuckin chest and you can count em
Nigga go pass the vibe, dividin mad this year
Creative catastrophy, leave MCs in closed caskets
Hit ya like full metal jackets, cut like hatchets
Tight as ratchets, and burn like matches
Thick than amino acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress
Droppin like the temperature in December
Clippin em, tippin em, been writin raps far back as I can remember
Fulla them rocks, everybody move key
It was ghetto Djs and sucka MCs
Handle your buisness in this industry of competition
Or be at F.W. Bulls washin dishes
Bitch I was born to write million dollar rhymes
Battle in the hallways of Cohen back in 85
86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy records and made my first demo tape
We dropped some real shit in the basement
I had big ol' nigga tracks, raps like pavement
To come from New Orleans made it hard to surface
That's when I got discouraged and joined the service
Pissed of and I (?) before long
I went to war and served federal time before I made it back home
No more rips in my jeans and gettin my cream
Ain't shit unlucky about my number thirteen
I hit the bitch like BOSH! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce could rap and doin time before I bow
How in the fuck you like me right now
Told your ass she had said I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap style is my hustle
I shot niggas up like Muslims
With the flex like muscle
Use a, pretty delievery cause it's most important
I form a style sharp enough to cut straight through the bones
I came from my welts, gave up my belt
I got off from Big Boy records to put my single on the shelf, now
Do I do it? Fuckin right I did it
Shoulda seen the little chir'en in the street singin I'm Not That Nigga
Size ain't nothin nigga, I'm short
Shockin nigga, raah!
They gave me five hundred dollars, shit I quit both of my jobs
Fuck em, got some other shit to do from nine to five
My birthday came, and my sister died
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal with Jive
This shit thats tragic can't be no more
Because of my rings I work at A&P; no more
I drive my landcruiser off the show floor
Got the time to time to feel pain, sittin on Volvos
Comin with scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No Limit soldier
by the end of that thirteen
[Hook: Mystikal]
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
(repeat)
[Verse 1]
I really be throwin' my words
Standing 'em up, and jammin' on the one
That ain't nobody but Neptunes bammin' on the drum
Swift flip kicks landing from the tongue
More dramatic than batman and robin, ba na na na na na
The one that be handling they business, be sharper than a thumb tack
The one that be dropping these albums, showing 'em how to come back
And you gon' respect me and appreciate where I run at
You ain't gone piss me off, cause you sorry that you done that
I gets meaner, badder, stronger and ferocious
You don't even much wanna see the rest
I'm coming back mo' fearless, mo' determined to fold the set
I ain't even started yet
So if you ain't ready you better get ready
I know I do it better when I'm being opposed
Ah stick ya chest out, keep your chin up
'Cause sometimes you gotta get knocked down to get up
[Hook]
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
(repeat)
[Verse 2]
No matter what happened that's only once it's shame on you
You come up and here and do it again then it's shame on me
Sometimes we be getting in trouble we didn't want learn or
Sometimes we be getting in trouble we ain't gon' see
I accept my wages like the way that I fail
I grow, I take 'em in stride and but 'em under my belt
I learned from you just like you learned from me
I plead, I pray for peace and perfect harmony
Somebody said fool you better keep on rapping
Stop that trippin', causin it ain't gone happin'
I told them look you better mind yo business
Change yo' way of thinking and keep on living
Done started some trouble and you ain't been out since
Cause you stuck inside scared watching CNN
Just take the precaution so yo life will be better
Tell my friends to call me I ain't accepting no letters
[Hook]
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
(repeat)
[Verse 3]
You heard about me, yeah you had to
Hmm-huh, I know you changed ya mind you ain't the only one with bad news
I know that they made you feel strange huh
You was right in the middle complainin' and forgot what you was cryin' bout
It could be you time and it might be
You can't do nothing about it, its God will thats just how life be
One day it hit 'cha then its gone
And I'm serious and you ain't never even gone feel it until it hit home
That's when the pain run sharper and deeper
You ain't eat that's when the days feel slow and long
I know you miss 'em so it's time to uplift 'em
Try to pick the pieces up and find a way to drive on
I tell you the truth so don't lie to me
Get back Satan don't bother me
And that's the way its gotta be
And real as ever so I hope you proud of me
[Hook]
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
(repeat)
You keep bumping me against the wall (3x)
You ain't seen bouncin' back
(repeat and fade out)
What's up niggas and bitches.
It's the muthafuckin kisarme.
It's No Limit, Master P.
Im'a introduce y'all to the muthafuckin,
one of the hardest liuetenants on the tank, Mystikal.
We was all born to be soldiers.
See, these evil thoughts,
they was scarred into our muthafuckin souls from these wars,
the streets, the ghetto, the hood. The ghetto.
Bitch, I'm a soldier!
I was born to be a soldier!
Ah, ATTEN!
Hoo! Muthafuckas don't you move
I got what is takes to make your ass feel (?)
You don't wanna rest in this parade
No Limit soldiers throwin grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and gunnin
I got your ground troops runnin from INCOMING!
Go, go go go, the future caliber
Bout to rip your (?) vest, split your capita
The niggas be marchin in the land camp
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us!
No LVE's, no MRE's
But we kill our enemies, and drive humvees!
Born, to be, a muthafuckin soldier
The colonel don't play, I'm out that tank
Money in the bank, make niggas thank
At ease when we rank, salute cause we cap
Fools run they trap, soldiers bust caps
Fools die a million deaths, solider dies once
Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy painted hummer, triple gold D's
We bout it, eyes on our CREAM cause we rowdy
Battle kicked advil, niggas load they carriages
Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I know character
I'm ready to bust keys, niggas (?)
Niggas are fuckin, slanging them trees
They gon die in New Orleans
I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat tank
My ghetto antics, my ghetto tactics
I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic
Nigga what? Black, my M-16, is black bitch
I was born to drop phat shit
Punk your ass like a sac bitch
Yeah, I keep a gat bitch (?) I react quick
Blow them soldiers, told ya, and that's it
But see, I set my shit off like a punt (Go, T, Go)
We roll, I said we roll like a muthafuckin blunt
See, don't come stunt and don't try to front
I'm Silkk the Shocker, I snatch your ass like a muthafuckin duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my fuckin boot
Why would a muthafucka who ain't TRU laugh at old shoot
About face, salute!
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I talk
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I march (Right, left, left)
I was born to be a soldier!
Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live chess games with the chain
(?) at the gun range, cause I'll bring pain
When I'm playing survival games, that's why I sport a vest
But niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chest
I was best on my recon, started harm and dis
The war from this, is that Fiend was born from this
Scarred from this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the crime design, stay from nine to five
Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun show up
No Limit soldiers, the world blow up!
Assassin, soldier, sniper, murderer
Son of a bitch, arsonist, house burglarer
Been there, done most before the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po po's chase
Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my face
And them fake niggas hate, so I started different ways
And even when I'm dead and gone
My legacy'll live on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill killin and shit that I spit
For lunatics who be feelin this shit
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga keep it real
Pops gave me the game, bout to bag a feel
We attack like the Men in Black
You react, if you got a gat
I'll never die, camoflauge in my vein
I'll never change in the purple rain
Diaherrea mouth muthafucka,
Talk shit constantly,
Talk so much shit....wipe my mouth with toilet paper...
WHO DAT?
Think they talkin' more shit than Mr. Shit Talker?
Run around, disgustin' muthafuckas make me get Foghorn,
Don't make me pick your ass apart like a vulture,
Next thing you know I be preparin' these rhymes for you like sculptures
I thought the last seven would have taught'cha,
I'm known for remarkable feats with my points in the tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by deep margins,
How dare you try to compare a fuckin' private to a FIRST SERGEANT?
I come with more rounds than a hundred soldiers when they marchin',
I make more noise than a yard of German shepards when they BARKIN',
Spin the bin, it, will make heads split when they hear them,
Shit you get flipped from this MACHINE GUN MOUTH NIGGA,
My rhymin' skills be dirty if I wash'em,
I keep pepper on my tongue so approach me with CAUTION!!!!
That's MISTER!!!! Mr. Shit Talker
You fuck with the old,
And all of a sudden what make you think you can fuck with the new shit?
That's, Mr. Shit Talker....
FOUL MOUTH SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!
MISTER!!!! Mr. Shit Talker
You fuck with the old,
And all of a sudden what make you think you can fuck with the new shit?
That's, Mr. Shit Talker....
FOUL MOUTH SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!
I fly past ya like you're movin' backwards,
You fuckin' good for nothin', no talent, non-rappin' bastard!
I can tell you outta breath, like asthma,
I can see clean through ya like CASPER!!!
Done went from ordinary to spectacular
Refuse me then I'm swingin' at you bitches til' I see the platinum,
And I bet it make you mad, ha?
Well brace your fuckin' self cuz it's about to be some shit now,
Bet'cha I'ma make a foot a part of ya,
Since you tryin' to kick some dust up, got to make it hard for ya,
Slow ya down like you drinkin' booze,
Started workin' in the studio all night LIKE IT'S THE THING TO DO!!!
Opening act to main attraction,
Therefore disrespect is not allowed no form or no FASHION!
Sell my album and I'm still smashin', BLASTIN',
Who the fuck that is, is what they askin'?
I talk more shit than a LIL' BIT!!!
Makin' it rough enough, y'all can sure feel it,
Nigga be fussin' that bitch be feelin' faint,
Just like a cheerleader I'm bout to (go, go) TO THE BANK!!!
And watch, the baddest niggas even gonna shrink,
Keep them bitches out my damned face like my breath stank,
Starin' at niggas like wet paint,
You done ran out of gas that's why your shit don't wanna drank,
You hit the charts but you can't stay up,
You want a contract, but you don't weigh up,
Mic-clutchin', rhyme bustin',
Ain't no fuckin' rushin', cuz I'm perfected to the percussion,
Start to finish chorus to the verse,
Bout to fight you niggas with FIRE so prepare yourself for the WORST!
If I tell you to take precaution then you oughtta,
Chours (C-Murder)
Running from the police, they never capture me
Running from the police, they never capture me
Running from the police, they never capture me
Running from the motherfucking police
Verse 1 (C-Murder)
The got a warrant on my head, wanna see me dead or alive
Why, catch the news at five
Roundin hundreds, pullin kickdoes, I'm poppin' no does
I can't sleep unless I make it across the border
Mexico, Cancoon, hope I make it soon
On the beach with a freak looking at the moon
And the stars, cause the police cars got me spooked
Everytime I see the boys in blue
I wanna run and get the gun and start bustin' for fun
Hid in trees never waitin' on the outcome (outcome)
Will I ever see the penn or will they ever capture me
I don't know, I'm just running from the police
Chours
Verse 2 (Mystikal)
I'm the nigga thats coming with the gun puttin them shots up, shots up
Smoking dope and running from the police, nigga now watch out, watch out
Uptown niggas to the downtown killas, handle your business, stealing niggas
On my mind, cock it up, straight it bout to scare them niggas
Till they grab me, then the bitch gon' frisk
I say 'fuck business' and the bitch close this
Huh, you roughed me up and that bitch they copped me up
You bitches gon' have to straight up fuck me up just to shut me up
Fuckin' right I got the gun, these niggas ain't playing
Smell like weed because I've been smoking weed, what you sayin
Man, so see I can't stand the five O
Always fuckin' with somebody, then I'm broke
Chorus
Verse 3 (C-Murder)
Taz, taz on my motherfuckin' trail and it's hard
Try to hide in the ride when I make it to the northside
Dirty gat in the Lac with the broken tail lights
If they catch me they gon' read me my rights
Sike, many years, many felons, many two elevens
Booquo stores they cause in the motherfuckin' murder charge
My rap sheet is kind of long but I'm strong
Word is born, it all started when I listened to a rap song
Hella blunts, gettin' blunted, never stunted
Now I'm running like a dummy if it's sued in some fast money
I gotta creep cause them motherfuckers after me
And I'm running from the motherfucking police
Chorus x2
Ok, ok, jou wanna fuck wit me? Come on.
Who put this fuckin shit together?
ME! THAT'S WHO!
Did I do it?
You fuckin right I did it! (Alright)
Fuckin right, fuckin right
I got's to get it when I do it
Make sure your ass feel this
Don't want nobody style, used to be
Bitch, cause I'm still it!
(In your own words could you explain your style?)
Ow owwwwwwww! Bad like who? ME THAT'S WHO!
I'm the pussy cat!
Y'all muthafuckas ain't ready!
We gonna be hung, I'm not the nigga
I'm not that nigga I'm not that nigga
But I'm the (?)
That's how we do it when we kick it
Bum bum bum, HERE I GO!
I can't fuck with my damn self, I-I know
Walkin through your mind, look what I brought with me
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water
Back to the boulder
No, I serious, can't nobody find
Who put you on the fuckin map? (Me, that's who)
Ahhhhh! No, you, won't, know
Did I do that? Fuckin right I did it
Lemme see, you lackin creativity
tryin to bite my style like fingernails
Tryin to sound how I sound, on my tounge with every single name
(Pause, people talking)
Slow down, T don't, damn
Watch yourself, and they can't
Fire point blank to the back of (?)
Four five six time the bitches
Never exercising, you gon get to big for your britches
The man right chea!
I ain't comin here for no foolishness
Sides, not much any one of y'all niggas can do with me
Speakin like one of them Puerto Ricans
GOOD LORD!
Hey there, Sup boo?
Whats happenin?
Come holla at me
Naww come here, Yuh I got somthin for you
Its gon make ya say Ungh
I aint sayin nothin, Yall jus playin
Comere, why you actin like that?
Naw for real, come ere tho, Mmm hmmmm
You got that fire
Aint to fly, But When I jus walked by ya
Hands at your side, Dont you know I aint your average buya
I thought you live on the twelve-hundred block on Tecnuiqe
By tha studio apartments, right off 70 street
She said ya, How do you know that?
I said you live next door to my friend
Her name tazra
She said, Oh you know tim?
I said ya we use ta kick it man, What about it?
She said no thats cool, Thats my girl
Dont take it how it sounded
She said you mean
I said who told ya?
me and you can make music, dats kinda what im hopin for
movin like im automated
what we bakin?
mixin, blendin and twisted
tha neighbors gonn be listenin
She said Slow down baby, movin kinda swift
Besides we just met I usually dont get down like this
I said Dont even trip I got you!
She said, You sure?
I said Yup I got to!
Put tha dick on tha track, and make em sang
Put the needle to the grove
Them otha niggaz aint gonna do what i do!
When i hit ya with tha tenor
Say sapreno
When your moanin
we aint gonna stop makin racket
Till in the mornin
I say baby kick it wit me all nite
safe sex, like pot holder on my mic!
Commin thru the woofer, In your speaker
when we freakin, I can see you gettin hot
why you weakinin? Climaxin
While im rappin
Whats my name, and who its for?
dats what im askin
spitin like wax
all over 64 tracks
remember shock ta knock you sax
symbols, and high hats
gettin nasty with the music
to be funky like a bass line
Disregard it and get ya good sing
Aint no red lights, When i take mine
Im havin sexual intercourse with the chorus
screamin! hot vocals got your adlibs gettin hoarse
sweatin the whole session, your circuits burnt
She said baby dont beat it down no more
Its just the second Verse!
First time I laid eyes on ya I was like zaaam
Tell me, girl where you goin? whats your name?
she said Pam
and I think its only better that you know who I am
Im the man they make high, like the melophones in southern japan
the way I work my aucustics, aint no comparin
very rough and aggresive when i lay em
Huffin and puffin, Right when I see em
Ya breakin it down so scandalouz
She got me thinkin, when else
Im touchin ya like a massager
Ill be bustin off soon as ya touch me in
you can hear It through the soundproof booth
Fuckin up the roof!
Dont stop, she on top
And im watchin em jiggle
no more preachin and minglin
She pregnant with my singer
I dont be kissin and tellin
But its gotta be told
Now im 500 dollas short
unless we got married, I wed till I was old
To infinite, Im plannin our future
Its jus gonn be me, you, nobody else, MIne and Mystikal Junior!
How that feel?
Com here, Take dem headphones off
Turn around little baby
I put tha dick on the track, ya feel me
Its like when i get on the track
I have sex with it, I make out with it
We make woopie, we do the nasty
Anyone wanna jus jump on and rush it?
Im gonna spend time wit you
If it ain't live, it ain't me
Oh nigga, I'm too deaf to move a step through shards or slip and slide
Talk back and you get me for cussin', cuttin', bustin' bustin' me
Tried to talk 'em, but they really won't pay it
Found nothin',fuck 'em fuck 'em
Inside, outside, in a state of an abomination
Don't want no confrontations, making me hit you with combinations
Kicking in bloodier faces, compilations, occupations
Back in hibernation, yeah you suffer with complications
Too in to be losin' money, too old to be time wastin'
Man, people that don't even listen to rap still buy my tape
Only Beats By The Pound gettin' down on the drum
Wit' DJ Darryl and Moe, hollywood here we come
If what you are reflects your actions, bitch I'm a man
Ahh, shut up, I don't wanna here it
Cause I'm 'a fade you and your chance
You know what you did was despicable
I sick of you, they call me Mystikal, cause I'm Unpredictable
I said what they thought that I wasn't gonna say
I did what they thought that I wasn't gonna do
I knew what they really not want me to know, I'm Unpredictable
Can't fight it, deny it, you're gonna get lost
Sure you can't follow the rhymes that I wrote
No one can stop me, uncover my flow I'm Unpredictable
Man, until you give it your all, you never will know what can happen
From nappy-headed ass Michael, to cold-blooded ass rapper
Sometimes the little kids be listenin'to me
And I'm tryin' to stop the cursin'
Teachin' 'em bad words and then people be gettin' nervous (Oh my God)
Calm down, I'm not that type of rapper you'll see
Besides, I know some of y'all churn out that cursin' better than me
I'm ice-cold baby, I'm zero degrees
I'm like a lumberjack, cuttin' MC's like trees
Choppin' 'em down, knocking 'em down, locking 'em down
Four years, and six months later I'm still on top of the mound
Just more powerfully now, on time for that No Limit sound
Already know what you gonna say before it come out your mouth
Yee got's to stay awake, tidin' y'all no matter whats done
Old style-stealing copycat tried to bite and bit his tounge
You can't fight that feeling, it's irresistable
Never know what I'm 'a do next, I'm Unpredictable
If you thinking the nigga done rolled with a other they'll take you
Nigga you heard wrong
Prime Suspects (who?), Mia X, (who?) Mr. Serv-on
Oh, you want to ride in my Mercedes
But I ain't got no more room in the back (my bad)
Whole Gambino Family in their, Kane and Abel and Mac
Got C-Murder, Colonel, the Shocker, you don't want none
Oh hell, O'Dell and VL all of the funk sons
I'm confident, don't come in conceited, ain't got no Big Ed
I'm bad like Fiend, but I B. like Craig
So don't provoke me, if you don't want to get strong-armed
Big Mann and Champ, V-Dog, be worrying might do you some harm
All that ready to put a bullet in your belly-belly
With a four-ten two shells, Boswell and Kelly-Kelly
We ain't faking, making hits and gettin' paid
You can't fade the track that the tank just made
Mystikal, I'm Unpredictable
You would if you could
But you can't
So you ain't
The minute I step in dis bitch
I hear Oh shit Mothafucka, God Damn!
Watch out for dat nigga
You cant handle em
For a period of time
Noone can match those rhymes to mine
Im top of the line
Prickin your ass like a porcupine
I know what to do to knock your stupid ass so bad It aint no challenge!
This aint no mothafuckin fluke, This pure deep talent!
Im Gifted, Explicit mistressed and Explicit
Brand new home, same old nigga
I aint playin with you bitches!
Why you niggaz be rappin
Like your scared and unprepared
Im gonn have ya leave this mothafucka sayin Whatd that mothafucka said?
Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like elvis and the beetles
That gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles
Niggaz that got beef wit me
Better bring a heater
or either bow down to me
Cut off you dick, jesus
Thats the reason Im fuckin wit niggaz
Wasup wit dem niggaz dats talkin shit
You better go fuck wit anotha nigga
You cant handle this!
Oh shit, Motha Fucka! God Damn!
Certified rhyme busta
Bitch Nigga, Bitch nigga
Same nigga, If Im not that nigga
but that nigga from punks, still come with the rif raf
went from Gold diggin, ta gold chains
I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train!
fightin like a wild coyote
Like capone, hot seller
Keep your fuckin deck deader, then a bad woodpecker
I dont like niggaz tryin ta run up on my shit and set
Im the tarantula on the catipillar, Bitch ill kill ya
Catch more attention, then oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, Hot tracks, A full room of rebocks
Ive got the gift thatll make a Bitch get off me
spent like charles barkley
So bitch Dont start me!
Whos that click?
use to be mobbin in my hood
Beware! Here I go!
get that boy good
Come like, there I was
When were yall idiots in the cut?
i raise the hacksaw, you jump back
Now yall niggaz dont want no trouble, Cant stop us
I know ya'll nigga know better than to fuck wit tha man
Dont ya (dont ya)
Nigga dont you know what my style cant be poached
and every nigga around, probably got beef wit somebody
But thats the same nigga between the fighters
I aint got it (i aint got it)
When underground rules, will be tha day
My legs start to shake
another nigga couldnt off throw me on skates!
Im the supplier
The gasoline on your fire, Got em dodge em
Michael Tyler! The drunken fighter
Yall Niggaz cant do what I do!
(man fuck that nigga)
Naw Motherfuck you!
Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcore
Bitch I got it if you bad enuff to take it
Its yours!
A lyrical ass whoopin
Is what im cookin
Hungry, Spittin all over your room when you wasnt lookin
Aint no canibus, the wrong nigga with ta mess
You get tha flatback like rambo Bitch
YOu cant handle this!
The Medicine man. Oh yeah. Smoke One
Yeah. This that shit nigga that you smoke off. This the one
I know y'all flipping through this shit the CD and shit.
This the one nigga
This yo' chance right NA. Ya' know?
Get all items that you need to get yo' mutha fuckin blunt rolled nigga.
Get ya' papers, what ever the fuck, lighters. Y'all know what y'all need.
Huh bra? This what I want y'all to do:
Light something, burn something, smoke something, roll one.
Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one nigga.
Light something, burn something, smoke something, roll one nigga.
Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one nigga
Man hit the mutha fucking weed bra. You playin' wit' the mutha fuckin' weed.
do do do do at the doe. Hit this bitch. Mutha fucking roll back.
Nigga make a roll back. Mouth to the nose, roll back.
I smell smoke. Oh, say nigga when you roll the weed up
make sho' there ain't no sticks or stems.
Put the fire in the wind, then forget about how you roll
Skinny at the end, fat in the middle, long as you smoking
Don't worry about how the bitch look, gotta hold in it stick pocking out
That ain't nothing pass that bitch, put ya finger over it hit it wit ya' mouth
I bet it pull, hit this shit I betchu' get full
I don't fuck with that dry, that's good for yo' ass I told ya' that's fire
Stick, aloud, expensive, light light green don't touch no brown
Ya' can't stand up, ya' eyelids feel about 200 pounds
Mouth dry as the fuck, yeah this bitch hea' high as a duck
Ready to leave, but can't go nowhere 'cause looks like ya' stuck
Now get off the floe'
You don't know what you pull so don't try this no me
Stop that frontin', and if you can't handle it then give me my dope
Nothing but bud, tastein' no seeds
Swallow that shit, nigga you wastein' the weed
You don't know what I got, nothing but dro'
I'm to hold back y'all this about ten time I'm bout to start smokin'
Moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion,
moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion.
I got some more man. That bionic-chronic.
Yeah nigga, this the smoking one. fa -sho.
Boy just smoke something nigga.
And uhhhhh, how many mutha fucking times
is y'all nigga gonna be waiting for another verse?
Man, when is y'all gonna learn? This the smoke something man.
You ain't gotta know all that bra. Know what I'm talkin' about nigga?
Twerk somethin'
Shake somethin'
Twerk somethin'
Shake somethin'
Twerk somethin'
Shake somethin'
Bring that ass over here
Twerk somethin'
Shake somethin'
Twerk somethin'
Shake somethin'
Twerk somethin'
Shake somethin'
Shake that ass over here
You think I can't see you over there shakin' your ass
Watchin' you bouncin' your tities, I almost dropped my glass
I can't be trippin' on a big ol' booty
I'm supposed to be a star
When you see them tanks, you know who we are
You on a mission with your pussy
You after my papers, straight asshole naked on your way to my table
So I played it cool, and tried to act surprised
Knowin' damn well I've been watchin' this bitch from the side of my eye
She looked my in my face and said "Don't I know your name?"
You out the South, y'all bout it, you wanna get entertained?
I said B, I'm not tryin' to be too much, but I'm chillin' tonight
My mouth said no, my dick's sayin' fuckin' right
Man fuck all that shit, I ain't bout to pay this woman to party
Till she turned around, bent over, her pussy hung on my body
Damn, you know what bro, this pussy might be worth somethin'
Go ahead girl, handle your business
Twerk somethin'
There's gonna have to be a whole lotta big bills wavin' in the air
To make me shake it work it twerk it, take a nigga there
To the sky, get 'em racked up
Tryin' to have relations, dick at atten-hut
What, what
Whoa now daddy, love to love ya baby
But you know you gotta pay me, prolly got a old lady
And a few rug rats at home to feed
But you tryin' to run that line
What you think, you Gineuwine the bachelor
I'll pass you like you don't exist
And part my ass like the red sea, and tell you to kiss
You be the same nigga known to get your fuckin' mack on
And call the wife, it's so precise, and say you won't be back home
Mama's sunshine all in your face with that southern wine
Rodeo style till your toes curl and I'll be
Laying in the gap so picture perfect
[C-Murder]
Running from the police, they never capture me
Running from the police, they never capture me
Running from the police, they never capture me
Running from the motherfucking police
[C-Murder]
The got a warrant on my head, wanna see me dead or alive
Why, catch the news at five
Roundin hundreds, pullin kickdoes, I'm poppin' no does
I can't sleep unless I make it across the border
Mexico, Cancoon, hope I make it soon
On the beach with a freak looking at the moon
And the stars, cause the police cars got me spooked
Everytime I see the boys in blue
I wanna run and get the gun and start bustin' for fun
Hid in trees never waitin' on the outcome (outcome)
Will I ever see the penn or will they ever capture me
I don't know, I'm just running from the police
[Mystikal]
I'm the nigga thats coming with the gun puttin them shots up, shots up
Smoking dope and running from the police, nigga now watch out, watch out
Uptown niggas to the downtown killas, handle your business, stealing niggas
On my mind, cock it up, straight it bout to scare them niggas
Till they grab me, then the bitch gon' frisk
I say 'fuck business' and the bitch close this
Huh, you roughed me up and that bitch they copped me up
You bitches gon' have to straight up fuck me up just to shut me up
Fuckin' right I got the gun, these niggas ain't playing
Smell like weed because I've been smoking weed, what you sayin
Man, so see I can't stand the five O
Always fuckin' with somebody, then I'm broke
[C-Murder]
Taz, taz on my motherfuckin' trail and it's hard
Try to hide in the ride when I make it to the northside
Dirty gat in the Lac with the broken tail lights
If they catch me they gon' read me my rights
Sike, many years, many felons, many two elevens
Booquo stores they cause in the motherfuckin' murder charge
My rap sheet is kind of long but I'm strong
Word is born, it all started when I listened to a rap song
Hella blunts, gettin' blunted, never stunted
Now I'm running like a dummy if it's sued in some fast money
I gotta creep cause them motherfuckers after me
I aint playin!
(Huh)
Yall see me enter this motherfucker SHUT THE FUCK UP
I aint playin
(He aint playin)
(Tell him nigga)
Talk shit behind my back
(But when they see me, they don't wanna see me)
I aint playin
(I aint playin wit you bitches)
I aint playin wit you bitches
BACK yo ass (woooh) FUCK UP
Gimme some fucking room to put my gold plaque up
I fucked all dat up ROLIN I break these fuckin bitches back open
And watch me turn my dreams realistic
Dat kinda would make you wear black armour or may handset yo picnic
I'm drinkin but I'm still thirsty
Madder than a motherfucker dats why I'm cursing
Said I'm up here but when I'm live and in person
Whippin yo ass from over to the clothes to the curtain
To each and every other rapper I'm a burden
I keep'em hearin me cause I'm smooth like (?)
YALL niggaz washed up like the turd
SO! Goin straight for your motherfuckin throat
The rhymes that I wrote
Playin is goin to get you fucked up
Bout to let you bitches know
I aint playin wit u
(I aint playin wit you bitches)
I aint playin wit you bitches
(He aint playin he aint playin)
I aint playin wit yo bitch ass
I aint playin
I aint playin with you bitches
I aint playin
(I aint playin wit yo bitch ass)
(Huh) (I aint playin)
(Whatchu told me?)
I thought I fucking told you
Bitch don't you ever
Think because I'm handsome I'm mild mannered
That you can damn me think my style aint standard
Fucking wit the man gone get you man handled
Mixing my boot camp name up in scandals and slenderness
Dats the reason niggas got tossed off the stage in Atlanta
Niggas be actin like they hard to understand
It's bout time for niggas to represent New Orleans, Louisiana
And them steel toe boots gone stomp yo ass
One hundred some odd niggaz ready to jump yo ass
STOMP yo ass way past the grass
motherfuckers run up but they don't last
I make a lot of cash and you others bought a (?)
Rabbit eyes couldn't see me threw a magnifying glass
I was born in jazz and I shine like brass... (But what?) (what?)
But I aint playin wit yo bitch ass
Like class card I aint s-s-studdin it
Dat don't mean I'm bout to take yo shit though motherfucker (hell no)
I can see it in yo face you can see me comin
You insecure and jealous
Actin bad with yo woman
Already don't got yo money
Can't take shit from me try yo best to put your meanest face on from me
But I don't need you bitches cause you bad company
The only way you don't get stomped stay the fuck runnin from me
This motherfuckers coming up lovely
These niggaz cannot run me on nuttin (aint dat something I'm)
Tight as a button the album cussin the
Whooole fucking up dat nigga and use words like a deadly weapon
Grab these motherfuckers by they thumb (Owww)
Ball yo stupid ass up and make yo ass look (dumb)
Do pass where I'm standin knaw wha' I'm sayin?
When I fuck that (?) you betta tell'em
I aint playin!
I aint playin wit u
I aint playin
(He aint heard me)
I aint playin
Fuck! I'm tired of this shit
Rappin motherfuckers
All them niggaz tryin to use my name to sell there tape
I aint playin
I aint playin wit you bitches
It aint that I don't want to motherfuckers
But I aint got time to
Bitch I aint playin
Hook: Mystikal
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
(repeat)
Verse 1:
I really be throwin' my words
Standing 'em up, and jammin' on the one
That ain't nobody but Neptunes bammin' on the drum
Swift flip kicks landing from the tongue
??? ???...ba na na na na na
The one that be handling business, be sharper than a thumb tack
The one that be dropping these albums, showing 'em how to come back
And you gone respect me, appreciate where I run at
You ain't gone piss me off, cause you sorry that you done that
I gets meaner, badder, stronger and furious
You don't even much want to see the rest
I'm coming back mo' fearless, mo' determined to fold the set
I ain't even started yet
So if you ain't ready you better get ready
Know I do it better when I'm being opposed
Ah stick ya chest out, keep ya chin up
And sometimes you gotta get knocked down to get up
Hook:
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
(repeat)
Verse 2:
No matter what happened ??? me once shame on you
You come up and here and do it again then its shame on me
Sometimes we be getting in trouble you didn't want learn
Sometimes we be getting so rude you ain't want see
I accept my wages like the way that I fail
I grow, I take strides and but 'em under my belt
I learned from you just like you learned from me
I plead, I pray for peace and perfect harmony
Somebody say fool you better keep on rapping
Stop that trippin', causin it ain't gone happin'
I told them look you better mind yo business
Change yo' way of thinking and keep on living
Done started some trouble and you ain't been out since
Cause you stuck inside scared watching CNN
Just take the precaution so yo life a be better
Tell my friends to call me I ain't accepting no letters
Hook:
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
(repeat)
Verse 3:
Oh you heard about me, yeah you had to
Hmm-huh, I know you change ya mind you ain't the only one with bad news
I know that they made you feel strange huh
You was right in the middle complaining and forgot what you was cryin bout
It could be you time and it might be
You can't do nothing about it, its God will thats just how life be
One day it hit 'cha then its gone
And I'm serious and you ain't never even gone feel it until it hit home
That's when the pain run sharper and deeper
You ain't eat that's when the days feel slow and long
I know you miss 'em so it's time to uplift 'em
Try to pick the pieces up and find a way to drive on
I tell you the truth so don't lie to me
Get back Satan don't bother me
And that's the way its gotta be
And real as ever so I hope you proud of me
Hook:
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
(repeat)
You keep bumping me against the wall (3x)
You ain't seen bouncin' back
(repeat and fade out)
