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Chorus (Mystikal & Insane): repeat 2X
(Insane) Guns murder niggas at night.... (Mystikal) Man, niggas even kill niggas at night (Insane) Cops murder niggas at night... (Mystikal) I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine!!! (Mystikal) Motherfuckin murderer....shot my fuckin brother But when I find him, I'm gone GET THAT MOTHERFUCKER! He playin the role of one them niggas that's always talkin noise Runnin INSIDE, talkin that shit, front of his fuckin boys Fuck that, I'm lockin that bolt back Loadin that gat, here that glock come, (gunshot) Out'cha fuckin' head... standin on the corner I'm peepin on ya, so I CAN CREEP UP ON YA!!!! Calmin my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick em in my mind You want it? Fine, I DONE REACHED FOR THAT NINE I'm gone do you in I'm tellin ya bitch you gone have to get up quick And hit the bricks before I do you in Two of your boys spied me comin Them coward-hearted niggas started runnin But not you though, you gots to play the hard role Stop playin it up like a bone, BITCH I KNOW YOU ARE Talkin head gonna put you on your deathbed Just cuz you got a gat, that's just why you actin brave Got a gat I got a GLOCK, what'cha gone do? Handle your business, DON'T LET YOUR BUSINESS HANDLE YOU! Chorus (Mystikal) Pull your shirt down bitch I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared bout that bullshit It don't matter how many fuckin guns you got The only thing that MATTER, is a nigga, to get the first shot Cuz if I peep, that ass is fallin to the street Bitch retreat or that ass is deeeeeeead meat Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your fuckin feet They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street When N.O. meet, who gives a fuck about a poor neat scene? We got beef, so I'ma shoot'cha like a FAKE BITCH Let you know just who you fuckin' with But I ain't that type of nigga that's liable to shoot you over no DUMB SHIT! If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just cause you talk too much shit PLUS, you popped one of my boys Gankin niggas I'm gettin downright SCANDOLOUS!!!! (gunfire) YOU CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!!! So when you're out bitch, move or I won't step Cuz if I catch'cha I'ma drill ya in your fuckin chest I ain't gone gone ride by and pop, cause I might miss I'ma walk up to your FACE, Pop POINT BLANK BITCH!!! That's what you get, from out there tryin to go act bad Not even BRUCE LEE, could whoop a bullet ass Got'cha, come, get this ass whoopin If you bringing them niggas with ya, that's nothin I'm poppin' the clip in Nigga fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher You might run but I'ma CATCH 'EM!!!! Chorus (Mystikal) (Yo nigga you caught that bitch yet?) FUCK NO! I ain't caught that bitch yet I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project But I bet'cha, when I stop, runnin behind em Get up, pack my shit and I'll STOP, and then I'll fuckin find him Yo dumb ass in the street Fuck that shit, cuz I'ma catch your ass this week Monday, a one day when you go play (alot of gunfire), goes the A.K. Sprayin on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoe Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse How in the fuck you gone duck a twelve round burst? Hammin at that ass on Tuesday, put up the nine Go get the A.K. Bitch if I catch you in the mall Wednesday That's the day that ass fall Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day The day I'm blood thirsty Fuck that, wait til FRIDAY, PAYDAY!!!! Shoot'cha in your face and take your money, J Now wait til the weekend, heh, yeah Saturday, that's the day you go CREEPIN But you better be watchin your back cuz I'm sneakin (door noise) Waitin for my chance to do your ass in I don't give a fuck if it's on Sunday God gone have to forgive me, cuz I'ma shoot'cha in your head nigga Chorus |
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Chorus: Mystikal Making Noise
First Verse: BEWARE! The man with the braids done walked in Mild mannered like Clark Kent I'M rougher and tougher than dead shark skin This man gonna be have you flippin' like the pages of (???) Evil like Cruella Five minutes later I'ma still be hard as an armadillo Roll like an eighteen wheeler Shinin' like the slipper Of Cinderella And bad weather And acapella THIS FELLA TOP SELLER!!!! Gonna be that way til' I'm old as Mandela STILL GETTIN' BETTER!!!!! Writin' rhymes I'm best of 'em I'm the arrester, I'm the professor I'm the nigga that keep his picture on your girlfriend's dresser Now really Tell me what you muthafuckas know about gettin' ROWDY Tell your whole Sunday gang bout it BITCH I BEEN BOUT IT!!!!! Now, I kick the rest of you into HASH BOW GRASSHOPPER, BOW TO THE MAN!!!!!!! Chorus Second Verse: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Bet'cha runnin' I bet'cha, bet'cha I'm best that I'm better Run with a letter Swift as a jet or keep up with the pace setter Sparkle like glitter HARD HITTER HOE GO-GETTER SIDE STEPPIN' FROM NO NIGGA!!!!!! Whenever you bitches decide you gonna get too big for your britches Leavin' you stitches Diggin' ditches Sufferin' hickeys, cuts, scrapes, bruises, welts Don't fuck with the RHYMIN' BLACK BELT WATCH YOURSELF!!!!!!! BOOM!!!!! HERE I GO!!!!!!! BOOM BOOM!!!!!!!! ?I KNOW!!!!!!! Y'all niggas can't fuck with the man with two tongues, cuz that's the way I flow Cuz I can get hot like fire And you can't put it out, it's like tip-toein' on top of barbed wire For instance, persistance No resistance, stay your distance Is vital to your existance You leave it to me to show you the way out I'm never gonna play ya I'LL TAKE YOUR OLD LADY EVEN IF I TOOK MY BRAIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDS OUT!!!!!!!!! Chorus Third Verse: And I'm uh, ready, and it looks like ALL you bitches are rusty Y'all can't buss me, don't cuss me Hit'cha, so much muthafuckin' we gone leave this bitch musty You disgust me Trust me When Mystikal hits the door, you bitches be SCREAMIN' to touch me I'm the invisible man you can't see me I'm mackin' illusions and confusion I'm abusin', your conclusion, and contusions, from the bruises Issuin' these muthafuckas with the style that them bitches want FIVE FOOT ELEVEN, screamin' to heaven I say FUCK SHIT GOD DAMN Bitch respect me like a reverend, and... Congregation say "Amen" (Amen) Come through this muthafucka swingin' like a CAAAAVEEMAAAN And you against me, you better not say it go back in the water Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come UP JUMP THE SHIT STORM!!!!!! From the rats Rollin' out Since you wanna BOW muthafucka BOW to the master! Chorus |
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(G-Quikk)
Unh....yeah... I got that Boot Camp Clicc in this muthafucka tonight Me & my nigga 'Cise.... We done hooked some smooth shit up for y'all... And we bout to throw down in this bitch, ya heard mes? First Verse (G-Quikk & Mystikal): (G-Quikk) I had plenty of you niggas who that I couldn't, do it (Mystikal) Do what? (G-Quikk) Grab the pen and the paper, put the fire to the blunt, time to get to it Fuuuuuck how y'all niggas do it, She quick to pursue it til' his pockets smell like body fluid, Some niggas be walkin' up at the line, Blow job then slob on my knob, bitch I been the shit (Mystikal) BITCH I BEEN THE SHIT!!!!! (G-Quikk) Ain't nothin' you can do to me (Mystikal) What this muthafucka talkin' about nigga who me? (G-Quikk) Yeah you, said who see? I'm bout'z to make gash, drivin' 'em out quick fast, Bout time your muthafuckin' ass, Put a nigga on the muthafuckin' map with'cha bitch ass (Mystikal) Wit'cha bitch ass (G-Quikk) Takin' how long? (Mystikal) How long it took? (G-Quikk) It took a nigga thirteen muthafuckin' years just to make a rap song. But I'm on my winnings, in fact now niggas is jealous, Y'all niggas don't faze me, Hoes gone...hate me, Bust up and then I may get they lips bloody, Your back nutty, Aw, y'all niggas ain't ready for me, But if you want me, who clamps? I'm shell-bound, watch me throw down on my first go-round, Here's our shit, properly did it and now you're evicted, Now admit it, fuck that yin-yang, you talkin' behind my back Mr. Hood Critics, You're all on my dick hun, Get one, lick one, Shit son, talk about me? Jealous man, you're done, Fuck it, it's all good, I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga either, understood? Chorus (Mystikal & G-Quikk) (G-Quikk) You're all on my dick hun (Mystikal) Mr. Hood Critic (G-Quikk) Get one (Mystikal) Only way to keep my muthafuckin' name Out your muthafuckin' mouth Is to keep your muthafuckin' mouth SHUT! (x4) Second Verse (G-Quikk, Mystikal, & J-Dawg): (G-Quikk) Roll like a tank, Comin' cold like a shake, Every move that I make, Be smooth like a, snake, I got what it takes to make your eyes burn, Hooked up in the jazzy fifth, with the pee-wee sideburns, I dress better than a drug dealer, Cuz when I jump shop I'm on my job nigga, 20/20 couldn't see me (Mystikal) Who you? (G-Quikk) Q to the U to the I to the K, K, I be...... (J-Dawg) Follow me now, open sesame, You niggas ain't ready for the best of me, I'm takin' you niggas nuts and givin' you bitches a hysterectomy, I'm comin' up fast, runnin' in more ass, Sharp as glass, Bitch you might think this nigga be lickin' the pussy cuz my tongue fast, Hoe, but that's a no-no, Oh, you mean you don't know? Mr. Hood Critic told you what? I'm lickin' pussy on the down-low? Now if I'd did it, I'd admit it and walk around proud, But tellin' no fables, on this label, pussy eaters ain't allowed, Now I be comin' around the mountain like "Oh Susanna" (Mystikal) Nigga where the fuck you from? (J-Dawg) New Orleans, Louisiana, Home of the boot camp clicc, And now it's time for rest of you muthafuckas to bow down and respect the South shit, Get your mouth split, That's what thing that you can do up with this chemistry, The Boot Camp Clicc is droppin' bombs on the industry (G-Quikk) You all on my dick, hun (Mystikal) Mr. Hood Critic, the only way to keep my muthafuckin' name, From out your muthafuckin' mouth, Is to keep your muthafuckin' mouth SHUT! (G-Quikk) G's oh, G-Quikk's a G so, Want me to creep these hoes? I'ma keep these hoes, On they tippy-tippy toes, Shovin' that dick all in your daughter, Called a nigga, fucked a nigga, Sucked a lil' dick (Mystikal) BUT CAN'T GET A QUARTER!!!!! (G-Quikk) I'm not your everyday extraordinary busta, Another soldier out that boot camp, Bustin' you dick suckers (Mystikal) From walkin' round town tryin' to call Michelle, Hit slow like shit you jump now nigga (G-Quikk) Ain't nothin' colder, ain't nothin' cooler... Ooh! Don't let the smooth ice fool ya (Mystikal) Cuz I ain't that type of nigga to get my... (G-Quikk) Ass kicked (Mystikal) Caught 'em talkin' (G-Quikk) Cash hit (Mystikal) Cha-CHING! (G-Quikk) Bitch another smash hit Chorus (2x) |
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(Intro: Mystikal)
MAN!! (I ain't never felt like this before) DAMN!! I ain't never felt like this before I AIN'T RIGHT!! fuck, this shit ain't right Huh, huh, I AIN'T RIGHT!!, huh Shit ain't right (Chorus:Mystikal) I'm thrown off (fuck) I'm thrown off I'm thrown off (huh) I'm thrown off (Mystikal) I'm fucked up in the head but everytime I go on- bitch, ran my coat on bitch gonna taje my clothes off you niggas are crazy like roaddogs you can do what you wan' do and say what you want- just don't play wit' me go wit'cha flow go, just don't call me bitch ok? back off, back off!! mind your business damn dog, didn't know you were ever gonna drop nigga, soon as i finish, i'm gonna make your motherfuckin' record store look like it just got broke with a crowbar i ain't gotta stand up in tihs bitch, take your hands on- (Chorus) niggas be testin' the streets like dick-birds then they start day-dreamin', watch my tons and hit curbs the i fuck my eyes and spit in my face- they got bad nerves i smoke-funny-ain't lust and use bad words but i'm in another revolution- motherfuckin' seem with his ass heard if you ever in your car and you play my game, throw the password cause it dosen't rest its head with an exquisite hand and they blast first i can't stand my next door neighbor, s i'm here to get a transfer they won't stay over my grass- fur, i ain't right (Chorus) check this part out right here fe-fi-fo-fum- i smell a sticky nigga roll up one get back if you ain't got none if you ain't bout it, then nigga don't come we tear this bitch everytime we come through actin' stupid, bitch- you know what i do lookin like i come from artabozoo where they feed us gumbo and cross-fetch too, huh i get down because i come up around the checkin line Kell- stop that fuckin track- i'v lost my mind (Chorus) hickery-dickery-dock-get 'em- jump off my cock bitch- get out of my face- hoe- stay out of my pocket,thats right everytime i come in the kitchen ,bitch you in the kitchen gettin' fat, eatin all the fuckin' food up but ain't washin' the dishes the fuck you mean do i have something else to drink you just got through emptyin' the jug out the hands- is the time that's it-gotta get the fuck out bitch about to schold your hands to the door nigga, i don't play that shit, better ask somebody bitch-thought you know (Chorus) |
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(Mystikal)
Smoke something niggas This one go out to all the niggas that be getting loaded all the ladies that be getting loaded Score it up, roll it up, blow it up I'm bout to let you niggas know something 'fore you get mad and throw something, bitch you better smoke something If it's on your chest, get's rid of that mess, for the end of that stress Nigga told me that's sess was the best, so I got's to test It's all in the roll, fuck how you hold it If you didn't notice that I was fucked up, y'all niggas ain't loaded Speakin' of myself I'm just a rap writer But before I get my nerves bad, let me go get my -- let me go get my lighter Blaze up a swissa full of herb, shut the door, shut the window Close the gate, get the phone out, I don't want to be disturbed I'm on too but I'm in my own home High as Cheech N Chong, in my own zone, smokin' homegrown Smoke all over this motherfucker But never would have knowed it, if I wasn't loaded So come and take a walk with me Get spark with me *inhales* what a brought with me See ya'll nigga can't find this, niggas be moving in slow motion smokin' that Bionic Chronic And ain't no weed like Bo-Weed No four like that score I be screamin but yall know what I'm fiendin' for Nigga you wanna know something? Fuck the dumb shit, nigga you better smoke something |
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Nigga you ain't shit
I woke up this morning dick rock hard Had to piss so bad, that shit made me say God Lord! Dick harder then a armadello So I went in the bathroom and drained the little fellow Flush the toilet, washed my hands Took off my silk shirt, (whut else) and went to zippin down my pants I was about to meet this bitch in bout an hour (what you did) ????? and grabbed and towled and jumped my stankin ass in the shower And now i'm feelin better, at least i'm smellin better Instead of a combination of pussy and cheddar I still smelled like last night's fuck So washed my lips, fingertips, but I can't forget about under the nuts Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my asshole Foggin up the mirrors, wettin up all my fuckin clothes Ain't that a bitch, i'm already runnin late What i gotta do now?, now I gotta change my outfit Stepped to the closet and scanned the wardrobe Seen that silk shirt, Tommy, fuck it, i'll wear that Polo though Girbauds and Polo socks Slipped on the Fila's cause it was too hot to bust the Mutumbo high tops I looked in the mirror one last time for kicks Like I really had to check, like I ain't know I was the shit Everything was in place Pearly whites, brown complextion, daily braids and daily face Mirror, mirror, wasup, who's the most stuck up ??? bitch I just fucked that stankin slut Thats the thought for the day I'm bouts to cut that hoe (why) she can't fuck anyways Now i'm back on my mission But before I hit the fuckin front door, gots to hit the kitchen Cause dawg my hungers gettin bigger Man, I ain't ate shit (dawg, ain't you hungry) Dawg, hungrier than three niggas Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though Fuck it i'll grab that left-over cold cut combo And now the stomachs at ease I'm bout the jet, but first grab the beeper, the ring, the wallet, the keys And now i'm ready for the street Lookin neat, smellin sweet from my teeth to my fuckin feet I guees it's part of my job (what job nigga) Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, shiver then shive So if you catch my in the club don't say shit Sweatin a nigga like Micheal fuckin Tyler don't pay bitch Cause I ain't that nigga thats gonna play with ya Or stay with ya, but i'll damn sure lay with ya Cause i'm that type of nigga to tell a bitch that I love em quick Better but not beleive it though (why) cause I ain't bout shit That nigga ain't shit That nigga ain't bout shit That nigga ain't shit 2x |
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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 (chorus) 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 When E.F. Hutton talks everybody listens chorus 2x |
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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, (uh) 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!!! Da man right chea! |
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Neva gon' bounce, neva, neva gon' bounce (never.... say never) (3x) Y'all bitches... Get ya' mind right Get'cha, get'cha mind right (7x) 1st verse: I'm tryin' to do my thang like a rap star tryin' to Stay clean, ache my hands, and avoid the game But it's hard. 'cause I can ball dope and get paid Like a muthaf**ker gotta be another way to pay T. tucker, used to roll twenties by the ounce (ounce) My papa got a brand new mag it's called bounce. Crackers wanna label me a nigga man but i'm A bigga man, I said f**k that or do go to trigga Man. it's the new somethin' cream goin' round, It started in the saint town and now it move to Ghost town. said tonight was time but where Your gat? niggas get wild when they hear Botty-at, booty-at. you bitches tryin' to pussy-pop Dealin' herb, slung tapes ten dollas a rock. Ya gotta take what you need, take what you Want, slingin' tapes out the club and tapes Out the trunk. when the trigga man bails soft, Take'em to the saint tell him rock another block Party. dj irv had that shit bumpin', t.t. tucker Had the dance floor jumpin', whole project Full of hoes (come on, go t.t., go t.t., go). but If a nigga jumps stupid I'm blast ya' (who put this F**kin' thing together? ) me, that's me that's who I told you don't f**k with me. Chorus 2nd verse: Oooh, see I'm the one that you talkin' bout. drop A little red tape and a stone in the sword, and my Pocket got swoll from insurance. I bought a Little more gold and f**ked a lotta' more hoes! All them bitches know what's up (how they know, How they know? ) they heard me on the radio Buddah I set up. where-he-at hittin' dead home If it wasn't bumpin' in your ride it was bumpin' in Your headphones. no it ain't gone to my head 'cause I ain't gon' let it, damn it feel good gettin' Sweated, huh, huh, huh. uptown, downtown, Cross the river, don't matter 'cause I'm the nigga, The nigga, nigga, the nigga, nigga. one brick Object (what happened? ) couldn't keep my Muthaf**kin' ass out that project. shit, that's When it happened (what up? ) 5-0 busted in There was a raid and I was captured. 1st bridge: Alright, all you niggas on the floor right now, Down! get out the way! Ay man, why you f**kin' wit' me? I'm the f**kin' boss, I put this shit together, I tol' you that (punch), shut the f**k up, i Don't give a f**k who you are get your ass Down on the floor! Chorus 2nd bridge: Man calm down, calm down. Yo t.t. don't trip (for real? ), 'cause when them Laws let you loose boy we gon' handle this, See you gonna get your shot at limelight, but In the meantime in between time keep your Mind right. (but man they said that I was Wanted) for what? (narcotics, homicide, Shoplifting warrant, so much shit I can't finish.) This call concludes this minute. (dial tone) (hello? , hello? bitch, you gon' hang up on Me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Alright (21x) Chorus Shake that ass, never gonna.... |
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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-a |
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(Mystikal) Miss Michelle Tyler: Sweet, beautiful, intelligent, talented, creative, and crazy as hell. And missed more than anything in the world. Thank you for being the best sister a brother could of ever wanted. Twenty-four years. Laughter and joy. Sure is gon' be hard not being able to see your smile again, baby. So, I guess, I'll just hold onto all the memories that we did share, until we meet again. Anyway, I did it Chell. We did it. I wish you could of been there for the finishin' touches, but it's all good, cause your gonna always be in my heart. Oh, thank you for hoopin' on I'm Not That Nigga for me. You did that, baby. You were already a angel, so I guess your just goin' home. And, I know that heavenly choir sound good up there, now. They one more strong. So, you keep singin' baby, and I'm gonna keep you in my heart and my thoughts. I love you. |
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