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me that's who,
me me that's who, me me that's who, I'm tha round out tha tank, I'm tha round out tha tank, I'm tha round out tha tank, I'm tha loud blacca blacca, wacca wacca coming from behind cha Me that's who (Chorus X 2) I'm tha "weee" before tha "boom' I'm tha fire in tha hole coming from tha tube I'm tha claymore mine sittin in the dirt I'm tha probe of support, I'm "doom doom doom" three round burst sleepin bag in tha freezin weather I'm tha fragmentation vessel for shrapnel and flyin metal I'm tha auto on tha fire select I'm tha thousand shells bouncin off tha brass deflector squeeze tha trigger send tha mass when it's time to take aim, I'm tha "waahhhaa" fool when they ricochet down range, creeping and seeking and keep in my target I'm tha biological threat you don't wanna go to war wit listen hear I make your fuckin bread where you live at I'm almost there click away from yo Bivouac flash yo brains, highly illuminated this is operation fuck all my destination (Chorus X 2) Ha, I'm all you rank and ribbons strips and brass and decorations I'm that fucking hole in tha earth after detonation C 130 episode coming from tha sky recognize round two rollin just like hypmatize I think in aromas so save ya breath if I don't get cha with tha rifle I'm a catch cha with my bayonet I roll with M1's, tote em how I would I'm a 45 day 45 night field prep I'm yo' smart book in tha live exercise begins and when it get dark I'm noisy like discipline twelve bravo run you out the foxhole make it to tha bunker it ain't no survival I'm that war vet that's combat ready whether arctic or jungle or the middle of the desert they try to make it when they know they can't how the fuck yo gon run from the round out the tank (Chorus X 4) |
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| 2. |
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Whatcha gone do, Whatcha gone do nigga huh? (GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER) [7X's] There He Go, There He Go, There He Go [Mystikal] get the fuck from round me. If you gone be down be down stay down Nigga let me know if you got some type of fuckin' problem we can solve it, wash it up and dissolve it Up the pistol lay it down on the carpet. I aint come here for no fuckery don't fuck with me Niggaz sly be ducking like PAC cause I'm a hoodlum like Skull Duggery Don't worry bout the pain bitch cause you gone die sudden You cant get enough of me They be playin TAPS for yo ass at reveille You aint gone need no "do not disturb" cause you gone sleep heavenly. Plottin revenge on one of these bitch ass nigga out chea. I'm reminess bout my baby, then I wipe my tear. I can't keep still cause my nerves are bad. I done lost it; I done surpassed mad I know I can't rest till I CATCH THAT BITCH!!! I punch the brick wall with my balled up fist (GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER) [8x's] There He Go, There He Go, There He Go [Mystikal] There He Go, There He Go Wit his ol' lady deck out hands down back turned like its all gravy. Why nigga now BYE BYE nigga took a long And yall gon have to forgive me. but i got that nigga fine. This Nigga here can cancel New Years Nigga get yah issue. cause he aint even much gone live to see Christmas. Wrong! Wrong!! I was batin up his kidney with this motherfuckin 50. A job well done make dick get hard. I bagged that bitch with the pistol then I walked the fuck off. Huh. What goes around comes around my nigga. So why I'm still here I'mma hold down my nigga. This for the Gangstas and Killas, Drug Dealers and Wig Splitters. This for my niggas Locked down and all the niggas that feel us. This for the Projects and Ghettos with the scatter sight. And every street nigga thats duckin' them flash lights. There He Go, There He Go, There He Go (GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER) [8x's] [Guilotine] Father Foolishness I'm still here what about yo self? Hum yah ahh this Guilotine bitch. You still runnin' nigga. Cause we lookin for yah. Bitch you must believe that a nigga lookin' for yah. So keep Runnin, cause we still comin' as long as you runnin' Father foolishness. We gone make money so fuck everything you stand for nigga.
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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? Yo! [Chorus: repeat 2X w/ variations throughout] 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 [Verse One:] 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 [Chorus] [Verse Two:] 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 'til they told me that they was gon' put me in the TALENT SHOW [Chorus] |
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| 5:13 |
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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 (5X) That's the rapper (8X) 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 Kick this shit raw Fuck them people, I'll fuck over you if I have to That's the nigga, that's that bastard That's the rapper (15X) Ghetto fabulous That's the nigga (8X) 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 That's the rapper (5X) |
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| 7:27 |
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Since I'm so fucking bad give me mine get yours ooooh... [Verse 1] I woke up this morning rocked up hard like I was fuckin humping on the matress I realized I was dreaming then I got up I hit the Vick's inhaler 'cuz my nose was stuffed up to the bathroom to the sink from the mirror to the toilet from the bed to the floor oops, dont look know I think I sprinkled when I tinkled took a piss then shook the shank 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 was born in the ghetto, made by the ghetto I'm a long distance super-power, pussy-magnet so fabulous! [Chorus] [Charlie Wilson] I'm so happy, yeah! ghetto fabulous - living like this 'cuz I'm ghetto fabulous [repeat] [Snoop Dogg] [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! [Mystikal] [Verse 2] 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." and let the hour long picture signing session take place lie to a diehard fan with a straight face what's your name? sign, hey, baby, how you doing? stay sexy, stay the same stay real, stay sweet 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] see, that's a cutie with her big booty and her big body her and her big fine potnahs be ordering drinks all down at the bar take their ??? and take their vitamins just work that halter top we don't got to buy and work them tight bell bottoms ohhh, you acting funny and trying to holler she project Tyra Banks she shaped like a coke bottle the neighborhood super-model 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 [Chorus] [repeat] |
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