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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Master p: yo silk where you at nigga?
Silk the Shocker: I"m right here nigga whas' happenin'? Master p: Nigga they be some bustaz that be after us, ya heard Mystikal: Say nigga what you mean bustaz? Master p: Man nigga these bustaz tryina hate us and shit Mystikal: Shit, nigga we'll take they asses out Master p: Nigga you know it Rap 1(Master p) Yo i aint gon' let no busta jump me ima knock his ass on tha floot before he can plead that nigga gonna hit so bad he gon' bleed shit yall niggaz best beleive me (Mytsikal) uh huh hell yeah 504 is here bustin up niggaz that dont give a fuck bustin up niggaz that wont give it up (Silk the Shocker) nigga i had to put up wit this shit before and shit nigga this fuckin bullshit aint gon happen no more i beat yo motherfuckin ass you whore so dont kock at my motherfuckin door (lil romeo) romeo right here them bustaz actin queer when i break the beer and i shoot da deer they aint come near cuz i am here chorus them niggaz aint got shit them niggaz aint got it them niggaz actin pretty stupid them niggaz tryina make some new shit Rap 2 (Fiend) ima kill yall hataz thas fo fure you aint fuckin wit us stupid ass ho lets bust it up on 4 1 2(wha) 3 and 4 here we are knockin at your door now give us the dough stupid ass ho (Master p) sing the chorus one more time and nigga stay away from that ho she mine chorus x8 (Master p) this shit some 504 boy shit nigga some no limit record ha ha ha ha ah ha ha word up (snoop dogg) bow wow wow thas some mutherfuckin shit and how keep it korupt music fade |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Ain't no block too hot Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Every bag of that raw We hustle in the park From dusk to dawn nigga From dawn to dark Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin But if you beefin, nigga You bout to be sleepin Me and my dogs We don't fuck with you cats Go to the pen Don't fuck with no rats See this shit is real I sleep with one eye open See in the ghetto Niggas gotta be pistol totin A thousand fuckin' grams That's what I'm workin' with Come short on the D You know what you twerkin' wit It's murder, 187 I represent the third ward We tote mac 11's If I die, write my name in the sky My niggas bust yo' ass Yall gon' know why (baby) *Roll roll roll ya dough Up and down the street On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me) X2 It's a problem I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya Till gon' come get ya Chopper split ya A young soldier Plottin' to rule the world with riches Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches Run the block all week Trying to dodge the cops Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops My niggas wearin wires Feds tappin' my phone Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone Told my dog believe you we can rule the world He didn't listen He'd rather stuff his nose with furl They found him dead in the project Brains on the ground When you a fiend That's the way the game go down *Repeat (X2) I'm from the ? chopper too! Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do! Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe! That nigga chokin! Motherfucker coughin' up blood Well fuck the Heimlich maneuver You don't want that drama to come to you! Yo' mama to come do you! Cuz HOT IRON will run ya through ya! You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'll catch a contact If you ain't got beef wit a nigga Don't be 'round beef You won't be on yo' back Oh it ain't my fault We'll dead these niggas Can't move we infrared these niggas We'll do these niggas Black proof these niggas Close casket these boys Black suit these niggas We'll blast these niggas Walk past these niggas And ride on these bustas Just keep mashin these niggas And after we do it We'll toss the tec And ghetto Plus I know not else but to fuckin' floss the set You ain't gotta ask who's hot Who's on top I gotta question to ask yall foreal Tru or not If I got two guns I'm sure one gon' bust If I got two niggas wildin' out When I bust, one gon' duck The one that's wildin' the most That's the one I'ma bust He still trippin' after that I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough *Repeat (X2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
What what what what what
*Who talkin noise? We makin noise 504 boy Playin with them big toys X4 Look Motherfuckers its mac The one who pump slugs in your back Lyrical attacka Keep it ghetto like black lacqua Camo'd assasin To the best the epitomy Of a soulja Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda Hold your horses I come through like "whatchu wanna do?" Murder who? I kill that whole crew with a 2-2 These niggaz rookie I crush em like pink cookies Dont fuck with me When im broke Pissed off And my bitch aint given me no nookie Kinda glad P took me Off the streets to make duckies Now I take supermodels to hotels And make whoopie Pull they hair Call em out they names Dont you like that? Then I give my lil sister the cash So she strike that Niggaz like mac Rock mercedez benz toe bustas And I only shop at them military Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes till I die Nigga what? Im a Tank Dogg These niggaz is just mutts (ARF!) *Repeat (X2) My nigga Jeff just got 30 years Fuck MC Went in a house Found a safe with about 3 bricks Thats that punk bitch Deuce-A Sweatin my niggaz He wont rest until my whole click's Doin some figgaz Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite? A young nigga With a .45 Bustin on site What I might Is whether bleed with passion See this drug game to me Is like a fatal attraction Salvation from this life Thats what I need See these jealous ass niggaz Wont let me breathe Will I succeed in this cold world? Pray for me please I dont get caught up in this rap life A dying disease Over seas is where they come from We know who sent them If them bitches six-teenth I believe ill get them I aint fuckin with no new niggaz Believe im ballin If I ever go to jail Big Boz im callin Will my real niggaz ride for me? Believe they will If I get killed Bring me back to the IvoryVille Nigga *Repeat (X2) They say only god can judge me My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3 Prolly in the year 2 G But livin this street life I'm thuggin and ready to rumble With any nigga that ready to tussle Motherfucker I feel as if im at the edge of my life So I give it to them raw In the heat of the night I ain't hard to find Im the nigga with the two 9's Next to the Last Don Nigga thugged out for mine A Made Man The Bossalinie of the scenery And be full of that greenery When you peepin me Im full of that crime family Im on the grind and I can handle that I aint trappin I gotta weigh that shake Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients Some ghetto dope Go round tweekin And get D.I.G. Thats me im a young nigga Fuck around with me dog And y'all get done nigga *Repeat (X4) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Our mission is to get money, power, and bitches, ya heard me?
ha ha (hootie hoo) *Where you at whodi? I'm over here whodi I'm in dat 5, dat 0, to da 4, ya heard X4 We drive Excursions with TV's Bubble eye humvees A mouth full of gold teeth and i represent that CP3 Where my niggaz on the block boy Open up shop boy and they'll kill ya for them rocks boy Gimme some money, dollars and I'ma give you 400 back Give it to me in powder and imma change it into crack I'm tryna change my life but im tired of bein broke Thats why I post up with my niggaz and we hustle by the store *Repeat (X2) (Where you at whodi?) I'm over here Shaggy Smokin my do-do in the mo-mo in the black navi Bitches will love to have me, because I'm livin lavish I'll take some pussy but head is what really makes me happy I'm downtown in the 9th ward, Saint Claude Friday night when the boulevard is full of beacoup broads I'm on the scene full of Henny New Orleans love me so I ain't gotta spend a fuckin penny I let em know that I'm a 504 boy from across the Canal... ...And I'm from the 12th, I roll by myself and if you can't tell, I'm bad for your health Bitch im the man, keep up if you can Yall niggaz cant stand it When i come with them uptown niggaz from the 504 with a gun in both hands I'm the tracks, I'm the wheel on the tanks I live on the bill in the banks I come in and do my thang Where the motherfucka that think I'm playin? *Repeat (X2) Life in the bricks, believe me niggaz we live it If they ain't made it yet then bitch they gotta build it Money to the ceiling, I used to sell rocks on blocks Fuckin round wit Master P, nigga got NY socks Whodi I'm hot, enough cash to buy yall blocks Trucks...hold, I got NYPD locked I'm a killa nigga, raw dog guerrilla nigga Try to download the spot cuz willow was hot nigga When I come through I come through wild Come through foul, come through loud Run through the crowd, run 2000 Come through this kickin like its kung-fu style From the front to the rear whodi, it's No Limit year whodi (Yo Silkk where you at?) I'm in this No Limit gear whodi *Repeat (X2) Where I'm at? I'm over here, in the project on the block Im C-Murder, I'm bout dat drama nigga Fuck you and your mamma Incarcerate me if you could But you gotta find me in the hood Im foreva gettin blunted Nigga, No Limit niggaz keep comin Never runnin from them bitches Dumpin fools up in ditches And snitches, I give em motherfuckin stitches Dat 504, tha Calliope, we rattle street and rust ya blade Duck nigga, watch yo head, it could be ya early grave Check your rearview, lock them doors Beat your hoes and cock ya shit Count your money by the bit and get TRU niggaz in your clique nigga N-O, L-I, M-I to the T It's just a bunch of crazy motherfuckers just like me *Repeat (X4) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Yo', this Jay-tweezie
keepin it live off the heezie fo' cheezy with them 504 Boyz you dig, check it This here is to played loud as possible Preferably in residential neighborhoods and night clubs Grab your shorty and let's go *Now won't you wobble wobble Let me see you shake it, shake it Now won't you drop it, drop it Ohh, take it, take it X2 You already know what's happenin' when I step in this bitch And I know you've heard of me, cause I'm right there off of GT and Derbigny You've been 'bout serving it, every since you heard my song I got you bucked up, you want that camouflage love, huh You got me fucked up I just want to see you wobble, like your momma's won that lotto Like your daddy full of that bottle Like your brother when he caught them hollows Like them G.T. bitches, them Saint T. bitches, my No Limit bitches Them boss bitches who 'bout they riches, and it ain't no secret They want that soldier dick that you only get from that soldier clique That Whoa! bitch I told ya' dick, 'welling up We drop it like it's hotter, from the dance floor to the Ramada Giving up them peso's, I thinks nada, look *Repeat (X2) Now when you shake that ass, I get rocked up You got a boyfriend boo (Wodie, my man locked up) Everytime you wobble wobble it gets me horny So I can ride that ass from the night until in the morning I could respect your mind, if you could respect the game Is it cool to fuck, or is this about some change *Repeat I like it when I see 'em at the club, shaking that thang Girl you really got me thinking 'bout taking that thang, come here Now when they wobbly, wobbly, ass bouncing everywhere The way she drop it like that, I can't help but to stare Got a nigga saying "Ohhh girl" Come a little closer, I'm trying to make you out my boo girl Don't move girl, I'm on my way to the floor baby Coming for mine, want to see if you can really shake it Let's bump and grind, girl you did that The way you bounce it and shake it, you know I'm with that I'm trying to get that, cause you got me rock hard (Ohh my God) Got me humpin and humpin it (huh) humpin like a dog, WOOF *Repeat (X2) Back your ass, Whoo, the fuck up I thought I told you, put your meanest face on for me And them steel-toe boots, gonna stomp your ass Want it, hunt it, some old niggas ready to jump your ass I'll be there for you baby, just beep me Start paging soldier, when you want a freak male I like freaking at your man's house, when he leave I toot What would he say if he knew that I was sexing you Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don't break it You want love let's make it, I just can't wait 'til you naked You lick your lips it makes me hard daydreamin' of screamin' and fiendin' You creamin' for sex, that you gonna get this evening Ya' heard me *Repeat (X2) We them 504 Boyz, huh, we them 504 Boyz what X2 |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police I got five on the lips But I ain't payin for the ass You just got yo hair fixed So can you pump a nigga gas Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick C-Murder called you hoes like some fuckin crash dummies It ain't love when the motherfucking sex cost money I ain't dissin you hoes I just don't love you hoes In yo raggedy ass Girbauds When you swangin on them poles Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife And if you dippin I can't put you in my life Cause all hoes suck dick Let me tell you dog hoes you fuckin with See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes (But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes Talk that shit now roll with it Ya warefare check hoe go get it *Check dem hoes Check dem niggas X4 Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me in front yo boys like you made me nigga I hold my own damn ass Reppin like you gon shine Nigga you is a waste of time Gettin that ho to step to me I gets down for mine Me and my girls we don't play no games Fuck you lames When you walkin on side of me I'm bringin you pain You can talk that shit about suck yo dick Get a grip Broke bitch you ain't the shit You know who you fuckin wit Drop a baby for you Nigga you must be sick Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks *Repeat (X4) Who dat call the police Yo ma called the police Who dat call the police Yo pa call the police Dem hoes call the police Dem niggas call the police Check dem hoes Check dem niggas Talk that shit now roll wit it Yo warefare check ho go get it (911 operator, did someone dial 911?) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Did you call a taxi
Yea Where you going my brother Uptown. Ya heard me Calliope 36-49 go cross the Bra Bridge and make a left *I'll be hangin uptown (hangin) With my niggas Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea x2 Uptown baby, don't clown baby It's going down baby, I'm with my rounds baby Uptown CP3, nigga my block stay hot You rally dirty war, nigga I got it on lock From the Mac to the Meph to the Calliope Nigga in the bricks at night fool anything goes Rose Tavern is the spot were I stash the glock Hoody Hoo, Run forest here comes the cops Nigga second line badge where my peeps get killed R.I.P. T' shirts nigga to remember the real Sam Skulley got killed and Big Glen got Life My lil cousin Jimmy did 8 but now he's trying to change his life *Repeat (x2) Now let me take you to the land of the choppers pussy poppers and body droppers crooked cops and quarter shops when the cop shopper you get your hands on a a bird don't say a word there is a million coke spots with no coke to serve when you see them nigga swerve in the Lexus and you can't get no buss pass to get your ski mask, and get a click but make sure it niggas you been fucking with get a bitch bout that murder, murder and sucking dick on the slick doe, cause they pulling akickdoes and I think it was them nigga out that Thomas cause they had them black macs and bombers but you didn't hear that me, I can't talk, I can't see look matter fact when it happen, I was overseas with P and that how a nigga be, I be on GT with wears and boots when them fucking people spin in, my niggas holla "OOP OOP" and if a nigga find ya, we second line behind ya blow some ganja in your memories sportin Tee's to remind ya we still *Repeat (x2) Now if you looking for me playa when I'm down in the city you wanna get with me then hit me or come in that Calliope and get me for real ask Whine and Eyes I be down in the cut me, Boo Gee and Tee Dee we be tearing shit up feel my rounds, uptown them tuff guys on the block just like Slim and Marcello they got that Nolia on lock and that Rose Tavern I'm chillling right in front of Randall pictures they hit cha but ask Victor where gonna always be with cha I'll let Lil Cory tell a story while he down in the 5th I hit the spliff, pass the twirk and yell CP3 We make a move and bounce the House of Blues full of Tequila, we left the dagger shop them po po's sweating the block and now it's back to the Calliope (it's back to the Calliope) the driveway of the middle of 3rd Ward code I represent it lil daddy cause it's a Calliope thing and uptown is the place where I chill and hang *Repeat (x2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
*You ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes I can tell you want to fuck And you ain't gotta call me ya boo Just as bad as you wanna fuck I wanna fuck too No, No, No you ain't gotta say to much From the look in your eyes I can tell you wanna fuck And you ain't gotta call me ya boo Just as bad as you wanna fuck I wanna fuck too Now you ain't gotta say much cuz I was peepin you Lookin at yo hips got me thinkin bout how deep In you um tryin to go You heard about No Limit Soldiers? We get up in it and hit it harder then De La Hoya I thought I told you soldier draws Cover my balls, Um known for rippin the pussy walls I heard you got that kill I can see all in yo grill Can you ride me like a black Mercedes? And make me do that shit I never did with other ladies? I got a woman so i'm not lookin for love I just wanna fit yo glove Get a couple of uh-uh's Shove it in your mouth just like a thug And uh, hit me on my pager if you want it Its soldier passion So get up on it if you want it WHOA-WHOA!!!! *Repeat Put me on the counter in the kitchen Now baby pour my body with some ice cream Lick me from head to toe Bending me over 69'll be the next thing I wanna taste your body all night long From sun up to sun down I wanna make you moan *Repeat Can I light a candle? And kiss you in the places light won't show I'll take my time and do it slow I'll do my oral exercises Right between your thighs It's all very pleasurable, I'll go places he won't go Lets keep it on the low-low So he won't know Now lets take it to the floor *Repeat |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
little girl:hello
boy:yes this is mr. jones from moter credit can i speak to mr.miller please little girl:dad some guy from moter credit wants you master p:tell him im not here little girl:my dad said he not here boy:well tell him if he wants to keep on holding that benz he need to make a payment. |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Soldiers
Be all you can be This No Limit shit tho... We in this for life This not just a job baby This an adventure, ya heard me? *Now if you real, keep it real But if you fake, then you phony Nigga Go join the navy, You can't fuck with this army x4 I gave a couple niggaz some tanks and I want 'em back Nigga sent me some beats...But I don't want that In '89 I had a Benz, you ain't had a buck I bought your only fuckin house, and your first fuckin truck You pawn your rolley boy? Oh...you doin' bad? Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wouldn't be on your ass Now when times got hard You ran your mouth like a bitch Sold your soul to the devil, when you ran with other cliques You ain't no soldier boy Take that tat off your stomach Nigga talkin' bout he love me But bitch you love my money Now if greed come between me and my niggaz May god bless his soul And I hope he forgive me *Repeat (x4) These fake niggaz gon' fall off We gonna be around for a minute Thats why niggaz, shoot shots and run We stick around and finish Now...see me dogg? I'm around to win it And I don't fuck around with you niggaz Stop step the fuck away from around my Bentley I'm bought to blow off these fake niggaz head Sayin' "whats wrong with Slim?" Them niggaz fake P That's why theres no fuckin' songs with them We put our money together Just like we started with crack We let a couple niggaz shine We bought to take it back You know its mic's now nigga We started with gats Let a nigga play me on the streets So dogg, I ain't gonna start with this rap Gonna let them fake niggaz go Thats how we gonna settle down If we hustle we stil be rich bitch...if we never rap *Repeat (x4) Master P talking till the end of the song |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Huh!
Ha! Yea (Lets go get this bitch ass nigga) Let me tell you a little story about... About this nigga I knew... This nigga I knew... Jus-Just... Look *You was my nigga, now we beefin' I'm bustin' at you You bustin' at me And it wont stop till we both sleepin' (It's world war nigga) (Check this shit out) *Repeat We was claimin' the same hood Fucked the same bitches (same bitches) And they knew If I hit it, you had to hit it too We was crew You was with me when I first pulled the trigger You tried to shoot too, but your gun jammed So we pulled off..ya remember? I hid by your mama house for a couple of days Cause the niggaz we was beefin' with knew where I stayed We were some down south niggaz Bootin' 'em out niggaz The wrong route niggaz... Typical niggaz We just nickel and dime it Sellin' weed...to the needy Everything be 50-50 Ain't no need for being greedy You my dogg, huh? (For sho' bro) So thats how we played it Niggaz who hated... We rushin' them and demonstrated While we ain't to be faded On this mission to get money, power, and bitches Or whatever come along with these riches That's if nobody snitches I'd do a BID for ya Take care of your KID for ya But damn! Look what these pussy niggaz done did to ya <phone rings> (chorus in the background during the talking) -Hello?? -Yeah, nigga, whats happenin'? -Whats happenin' with ya dogg? -Nigga, whats happenin' with you nigga? Talking about you got some beef with me nigga -Beef wit' you? Nigga you know I'm a real nigga, If I had some beef with you, I'd come to you like a man dogg...It ain't like that between us See what it is, is... You talkin' to these niggaz...and these niggaz got you goin' Them niggaz told you I blew up And I forgot about us The same niggaz who was with you and afraid to bust How could you listen to these niggaz? When they mean no good Mothafuckers ain't even from our hood And know you snortin' furl with 'em Off in that world with 'em And Father forgive him He dance to some other rhythm Ever thought that we could work it out? We would meet But as long as you with them niggaz I'll be with that heat And that's deep Cause I made a promise to your mama when we was only 12 I'll deliver you from evil and keep you alive and well Guess I gotta disappoint her But you leave me no choice... Callin' my crib, with this murder-murder tone in your voice What...I'm a bitch or somethin'? I used to fight for ya Used to let you stay at my mama crib when shit jsut wasn't right for ya Look what you do me in return... I guess I played with fire So eventually it burns Nigga -Hello? Hello? Man this nigga done fuckin' hung up on me Y'all think that nigga serious? *Repeat It's world war nigga |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Ok P, I think they done fucked up now, right?
We have to bring the headbusters down From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me? *These bitch niggas can't fuck wit' us We bust I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched. Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep I'm from that 405 backwards WhereI fell in these tractors Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors. I'm from the Terrordome Where niggas sport hair and bone And there's one major label in this city, and each is own. No love for hoes Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed Set you up And get cut And act like they don't know fuck I'm from that dirty Where niggas will kill behind that birdie We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me. War and collide Fuck wit' us and fo' sho die HIt yo' block from both sides GC's sick and tired These niggas don't play Thinkin' it's a fuckin' game Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your fuckin' brain. Better ask them niggas do they really want war They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg Shit's real Get your cap peeled Feel your blood spill Keep this snub, no steel Cuz these thugs will kill It's war wit' this six slugs Known to sell drugs Down south, thugged out, never gave a fuck Everybody in this muthafucka down to bust 504, nothin' but murderas among us Ghetto Commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers. TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers. 504, the Westbanks comin' real 504, them other niggas know the deal *Repeat (x2) Nigga can't be fucked wit', dawg, nigga, no way. We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate. While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day. If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight. War, we about that nigga Fuck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga Cuz we about the figgas Still about the triggas To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up. No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up. Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup 19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck. Thugged out NIgga, I love this clout Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that. They'll put it there, where your chest at Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that. *Repeat (x2) Now Fuck it Murder your muthafuckin' ass nigga Ghetto Commission nigga And that nigga Silkk Haha, and Krazy I'm just thuggin' It's all love, babe This No Limit shit deep nigga You niggas can't swim Don't get in the muthafuckin' water Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch We don't give a fuck It's ain't no love Nothin' but thugs DRAMA! |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Hoody-Hoo
where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at, where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Overe Here Whodi) where they at, where they at where the thug girls at out that 504 where the thug girls at out that 310 where the thug girls at out that 202 where the thug girls at claiming red and blue. I heard you jockin' Master P cause he got a mercedes A bubble eye hummer but the feds can't fade me you just wanna ride girls jump inside cause I'm a 3rd ward nigga til the day that I die I only fuck with thug girls when I'm on tha block and i don't mess with no hoes that say they hot All my fighting girls grab da gat grab da gat and all ya stuntin ass bitches step back (ya heard me) *where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at x4 They wish they knew I want a girl like you Well, girl gotta be from the hood, but you gotta know what to do Like beta hold the bricks, beta hold the clips but when night time comes u gotta better hold da sh.... Now from the streets give me the heat you gotta know what to do wit it, Taz hit ya you be like I don't know who did it Take the gunz off you guys never be like you did it Real chick only let you hit it Respectin by my clique stayin by her man In public business unload get wild and thangs She's real thats why i took her money and ice her up If a chick gets outta line respectin me she gonna slice her up If I give her some money she gonna know how to flip that and if I gotta go somewhere she gonna hold it down til I get back so Hoody Hoo if you about doin somethin and hoody hoo if you about doin no stuntin *Repeat (x4) It's about a fight tho we can fuck Baby waste no time What you like in your drink girl lemon or lime The way you shake on the dance floor got me hot Lets Drive around the lake til we find the spot I aint suprised that you gotta man baby its cool Gimme one night with ya girl I bet you'll leave that fool He probably thank you went to work when you came to the club you aint lookin for afection you need a thug I'll be straight up with you baby dont be his lady A nigga like big lips cause I love some head and if your girl wanna join I'm down with that she can lick a niggas nuts while i hit ya from the back *Repeat (x4) There they go in that 212 There they go in that 402 There they go in that 305 There they go in that 415 There they go in that 219 There they go ,there they go, there they go, There they go ,there they go, there they go, Yo, Krazy Silkk Nigga, Grab a few of these thug girls Let's go have one of those Gangsta Parties, ya heard me? No Limit style we gonna ball til we fall Soulja rest in all nigga |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
*Life is serious out here on these streets
Got us curious but were just trying to eat x2 Why cry now inhale the pain is gone Get your life back together it's time to move I know it was your baby daddy I saw you kiss him Hold up little boy screaming Jesus I miss him Ain't nobody gonna treat you they way he did He left you with biggest gift he made a kid Now you grab him and smile remember your man Even though the life you want it didn't go as plan With no money for the baby never held a job When the rent was due he always grab the chopper and ride What you blushing I know you love my nigga In the casket at 22 he didn't figure You was mad at the funeral seeing his hoes But he kept it real with you like an thug suppose You chose to love my nigga that you met in the Ville You gonna always love my dog even though he got killed *Repeat (x2) Smile know Kendall I know you miss my nigga Two kids to raise without an father figure And your youngest son screaming my daddy going to heaven You and Bobby Phills always suppose to be together And everytime you see ball make you wanna cry Cause my nigga had G and you know he could rise From the streets to the big league From the ghetto to the palm trees We pour liquor caused he moved on You shed tears but you stayed strong And at the funeral made jokes about his birthday His last words was same time but a different place *Repeat And a time I burn a cross For the nigga I lost One slug took the life of my young thug in cold blood R.I.P. to every daddy on Ken D I'm missing ya'll till this cold earth send me Sippin a sprite Breakin my life When the day turn night and just write Till I bed wrinkle Dippin these hoes till I plant sequel Running around with that desert eagle Like it was a bit legal I got a call from my uncle state Said it will be a while for they let him out them gates Drop the phone as the tears hit the tip of my ears I'm gonna disappear if he gotta serve more years *Repeat (x2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Who dat nigga?
What? Nigga you know me? (yeah nigga uptown) Mac *Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz? you better watch them boyz x2 See that nigga with the slugs he got the gat See that nigga in the black he got the sack See don't fuck with them niggas when they on they shit And don't fuck with them niggas in the No-Limit clique (ya heard) See calio boys they don't give a fuck But them 504 boyz they'll bust you up When they doin' bad they'll rob your ass Run from the taz then hustle and grab The one thing my niggas, they don't stunt But they'll fuck your bitch then smoke your blunts (ya heard) *Repeat (x3) Man look who them niggas with their rag on and the gold teeth? I know them boys know me I know them boys heard of me Probally wanna murder me Probally got some niggas outside smokin' out my ride But I hope they got they bullett proof vest on Cause I be shootin' like a fiend shootin' hairon(heroin) Oh where you from dog (where you from) oh is that right Now get the fuck before I show you what this mack like You niggas must be made of tabloid Cause y'all just stumbled in the wrong hood trying to get your rap on Tell the D.J. cut the lights on So we can take it outside and get our motherfucking fight on *Repeat (x2) They got me running through this dirty maze I feel a trap Foot prints all through this dirty grave with a United scrap Coming 9 milometer with two heaters stuck in my britches You niggas keep on chasin I'm taking some of you with me I don't wanna hurt nobody, tell me if it's the end God forgive my sins cause I gots to make it in Tried it playing with the good but my hood is raw Head busters and wig spliters, it's all them so Aint got time for the game no more hoes always in us It's all about the fame now hoe, got you niggas jelous All the old killers I ran with, let me show y'all the difference Gotta watch them on the streets like I watch them other prisoners *Repeat (x2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Baby baby get up what?
You'e already late for work What time is it? Its 10 : 30 Oh yeah I forgot tonight, I'm working the graveyard *I know my man is moving things 9 to 5 baby, I got a job baby. I hope one day my nigga change All the time baby I'm on the grind baby x2 I keeps that 9 in my drawers cuz you know I like to ball Nigga I ain't Warren G, but sometimes I want it all Flip a half into a whole, I mean an ounce into a brick. Get it for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your friends See in this game you get schisted I get some niggas that don't like me See the Ghettos trying to kill me, and the feds wanna indict me On a murder I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crew Because once you snitch then you threw but if u hustle then you true Would you live for this shit? would you die for the click? Sell your soul to get rich and run your mouth like a bitch *Repeat (x2) Nigga we hustle the streets so lets fuck the police My enemies don't want to see a nigga up on his feet I got the chrome for the haters and burbs on the table Give my life for my niggas and we splittin the paper They say thuggin is the secret that help a nigga fall OZ's flippin quickly to see we never fall The grind got us strapped with 9's on our lap The crime is a trap chop dimes of crack Hennesy got your mind if you slip you might die Penitentiaries give us time I'm fighting for mine If I die in this game send my soul to God I'm making mine in this game even though it's so hard *Repeat (x2) Yo baby, guess who stopped by today? who? guess? Your sister came from California? mnn mnnnn. I ain't got time for all this guessin I just got home from work Come on I want you to guess, we gonna play a game Your aunt from Jersey? mnn mnn, wrong again Who? The mother fucking ATF that's who? What? yes you know what I'm saying. What, you running them games on me? You let them in the house? Hell ya what am I supposed to do I didn't know what to do They wanted to search the house and if they find some Mother fucking dope in here they are gonna take my children Away and I can't be having that shit. Man, slow down, slow down. Slow down? slow down? i'ma slow down, i'ma slow down. You know what? I'm tired of this shit and another thing I called your mother fucking work today and guess what they told me. You haven't been to work in the last 6 months Now what you been doing huh? How the fuck you think you get all this shit you have? I don't know how I get it. you tell me that's what I want to know. You don't want it? Tell me where you get it from. Don't play with me you know what happening Hmm hmm I know what's happening. you know what? I don't want this shit. Fuck it all. Fuck it all |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep
The South done hooked up with the East baby The Colonel Master P, Terror, and I am Krazy I'm thugged out Feel it *Wuz up playah ya' slick with that Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match Well check this out here wodie lay on the ground For I show your clown ass how these hot balls sound, they goin' Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh that's my style Problem with Terror take it straight to gun So we can keep it coporate give up your block and run Too much paper here to try an' count by ones Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young For you haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow If you see the new whip know to add nine o's Now I'm up to 2 bricks or 72 o's If you counting by the whips then it's 8 different flopes I'm heavy lover whether diamonds or broads Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars And what I hop in, its my option To shift your mass put chronic in your dash *Repeat Now if its on put the dope in the bag baby You come short I'm gon' bust yo' ass baby The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that's me I'm out that 5-0-4 to that C-P-3 Give me an ounce and I'm gon flip it to a brick nigga You got my scratch--you snitch then you a bitch nigga Hit the pen you probably gon' be a missed nigga So here's some prop for your motherfuckin tiss nigga Imagine all the bricks in the projects was made of cocaine I'd be richest young nigga in this rap game All my money come in arm of trucks More cars more houses more hoes to fuck You wasn't worried when I was local nigga, I'm world wide You niggas can't take it, You petrified The let me loose out that I reveal, Thuggin wit P It's No Limit until I die yall can't fuck wit me *Repeat |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Yall muthafuckas better keep yall eyes open (Ha)
You ain't gotta see ay muthafucka to get hit I got some enemies I know they coming to get me And if I gotta die taking some yall with me They best to be prepared for this war Cause I'm get cha I gotta infa-red It's guarenteed to hit cha Got a hole click of muthafuckas Call them souljas 16,17 knockin heads of ah sholders I told ya We all screamin loud cause we bout it I'm stunntin throught my hood Get your pussy ass crowded Bitch I'm from that route Strictley bout that g'z Knockin of enemies with them two 23es Gotta get em for they cheese Pass It to tha bg's Them niggas we don't know See ya can't get these All I know is money All I see is greed Bustin Heads to the fact Trigga finger on tha squeeze Nigga please Iheard you was workin for them focks That's tha reason you bitch ass niggas gotta go Enemies with no faces *Enemies Enemies Enemis with no faces x4 We loced up and we still on a mission Ridein four deep 2000 Expedition Got a hole click and we strapped Case we get into some shit Gotta keep them in there place Niggas all in my face Fuck All these hoes and these no nos And ride on some 22es low pros And some mo mo Kickin in your front door Lookin for them mo z's Strapped with them 44es A click full of bg's Alot of yall niggas still believe it's a game Sence I made a come up That shit bout to change Either yall can roll with tha click that I'm with Or every time I see you We get off in your shit If you can't stand the heat Get the fuck out from the stove It's all about tha cheese Got no time for these hoes I mean if you really wanna see me act a fool Well get into my shit And watch me grab for the 2 On tha cool it's the rules You Break 'em you die You thought you was bad They think you can ride Goodbye Ain't know sence of catchin other cases Fuck with the perpetrators Them enemies with no faces *Repeat |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Anyone contesting Tha Dogg Pound, guaranteed instant death
It's them Dogg House niggas wit' them 504 Boyz We the real McCoys with the plastic toys Pop, pop Grab the glock, cock the motherfucker No Limit niggas, we can't be stopped Did you hear me? Ya heard me Record breakin' Hit makin' Can't bake 'em Real estatin' Never hatin' Shakin' up the game, bringin' the major pain Yea nigga, we all in the same game We enlighten, ignitin, never fightin' And we got them motherfuckers bitin' You fuck wit' P, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit Silkk, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit' D, you fuckin' wit' me Nigga what, that's my whole family *What, you bitches goin' to war now (war now) No Limit got this rap shit on lockdown (lockdown) Wild out, bitch niggas when we come through (come through) I hope you wear a vest, souljas touchin' you (touchin' you) I'm bustin' you x2 I'm on the run, I head west wit' the dogs 504, that means ball til' u fall I ain't bout' no playin' nigga, it's on and poppin' You either workin' wit' those boys, or you out ther shortstoppin' Now keep you eyes on the prize nigga, don't fuck wit' the hoes Cuz you see at night in the bricks nigga, anything goes Now you can bulletproof you chest, and they'll bust your head NIgga you scared to pop, then you could get an early grave Cuz, one time don't worry me I'm a third ward nigga til' they bury me (hahaa) Two times nigga, shut it down It's No Limit, we it on lock wit' the pound *Repeat (x2) Fresh out the courthouse, fuck the world, I'm finally free Ask them bitch niggas who snitch, is they ready for me My proverbs to the tank, believe I love it Since that "Bout' It Bout' It" album, I was dreamin' of it Ride wit' me, through the south, as I cruise through Texas A young soldier, wit' about a hundred grand in my Lexus On my way from Houston, after I scored the coke I rather, step to jail than my family be broke But I owe five hours, I can barely breathe Please lord forgive me for my sins, I got kids to feed Ain't no nigga in the Iberville givin' me shit They went from trick to a bitch and buy that ho a fit But my souljas, before it's over off top Before I'm sayin' to my dogs everytime the dope is chopped Feel that, my niggas will ride wit' me Snoop and Master P said that they'll die for me *Repeat (x2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
*Bitch i'm a soldier (until the day that i die)
A No limit soldier (yes i am, yes i am) I thought that I told ya (and nothing or no one could ever change that) Ain't no need to ask me why I'm a soldier til i die. I'm a soldier see the tank on my neck? Mr. Magic is my name y'all better give me respect You might remember me from seein' me postin' up on the block With a .45 Glock and a mouth full of rocks Hustlin' like I didn't even care Wakin' up my neighbors poppin' pistols in the air Tryin' make a million pullin' all night flights I'm praying cuz I'm knowin that my life ain't right Forgive cuz I'm wrong but I'm begging or forgiveness And now I'm hustlin' in a whole other business Tryin' to do right for the people that I hurt in the process of growin up I've change my ways i guess thats why I'm blowin up I'm comin' back for all my peeps Just try to stay alive and keep your ass off the streets For the ones that gotta hustle just to eat Lord, I say a prayer for you before i fall asleep *Repeat How man heard Sky's the Limit? Shit i ain't finished this is only the beginning I'm with no limit Just think I'm in my prime If I'm not the best just give me some time and I'll change your mind Niggas like me hard to find Genuine I'm the only of my kind young black and full of pride With a mind to teach the whole world If you just listen to my words Y'all can feel my pain A lot of years wasted, buku friends died a lot of wet faces The other half caught a bunch of fuckin' cases So still a lot of tender spaces Wish I could erase the hate Who said money makes you happy? It can never bring back my daddy So fuck the Navi and Caddie I'm hopin' y'all could hear me Cuz I'm speakin' this from the heart Me and my fans never torn apart *Repeat |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Say Brah,
I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes and to this district system free Soulja Slim cause they jocking our style ya heard me? Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war Say Brah You fake thugs best to get out the way brah You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey Don't you play with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah Thugs like 50 Dollars and Fiend, thugs like Magic, Wiz, Woo, Ween, and my auntie B Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my doggss bezzled up a few haters and Feds watching my doggs and we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine now that army is back so I'm back taking what's mine I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it hated the likes and see it, these niggas nice with it Thugged out, Tru 2 Da Game, livin' up to my name so when you the that soldier gear on my frame you holla Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) We bout war What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war Hoody Hoo! Hey brah I'm cold with it, if you don't know me just roll with it Ask them thug girls about the P and where I'm from?, say brah, I'm out that CP3 Nigga my boys we don't play no games cause I roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs now say brah, I really got a Bubble I Hummer but say brah, I ain't no uptown stunter I'm out the streets and I like to shine, say brah Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah I'm the realest 3rd baller you know plus I brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's Say brah, Is you really a soldier? Say brah, won't you pass the doulja Say brah, do you really want beef? and put a million thug soldiers on your street? Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
Let's start something dog
Let's make it happen *I rock (I rock) I roll (I roll) I come to tear the world up - Let's Get Ready to Rumble!! I shut'em down shut'em down You ready for war start fightin' start fightin' *Repeat I come is this cut to get paid to bust flow I come for the gumbo They know me for kickin' they ass from here to El Segundo Lets get ready to rumble!!! Spit sparks, spit flames the coldest thing up under the sun though Spending your money on them suckers your wastin you time cause I'm the one hoe! Smokin' that blunt smoke Stay out of my front doo' Swung with the blast, I've never been matched I hop on the track like a jump rope I come with the guillotine to cut throat Holdin' it down messin ya'll up with the rest of them suckers be umcho Me? YEAH, blessed if you don't know Packin' big bone heavy struture and hung low Wreckin ball nuts it touch the flo' If it's on yo' chest then just let me know I hope you don't think I'm runnin' I know you don't think I'm scared You must of forgot who the hell that I am The man with the braids - BEWARE!! That's yo' ass mister post man Sucka stompin' and swingin' with both hands!! *Repeat (x1.5) Watch out (OOHH) Bats and pipes - broken bottles, glass, and knives Jump in the mix and don't handle yo' business somebody turn out yo' lights!! You'll be gettin' yo' stupid self up askin' the people "Which one of ya'll hit me?" I don't know the way you went down look like the ground was slippery Attack'em with sawed-offs, suckas get throwed off The party get called off, when suckas get sawed-offs I go give her my meat to meet and give it to her raw dog You, go get the (?) nasty, givin that stuff, get bought off I come with the real I be with them brothers with booted up grills We don't do promotions and shows that stuff don't pay my bills Keep it in the ballin' ballin', promoters callin' Videos jumpin' off sucka this the real New Orleans My neck of the woods, my side of the hood my part of town Thugs, drugs, and violence - y'alls is watered down When I perform I that calm And I'm the BOOM on the record I hit the studio and show'em All right yeah you right start fightin' Get it right keep in right we be hype Knockin'em down, throwin'em away, hittin'em hard Takin'em out, bustin' they head breakin'em off *Repeat |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
Chorus 1) x2
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 (Chorus 1) (Chorus 2) Attention all yall blazin 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 (Chorus 1) x2 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 |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
(Mystikal's human door opening)
Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch Uhh, what uhh poof fuck, jump round jump C'mon jump, jump, jump round, jump jump I ain't got no more answers left, bitch i rap it all You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off What in the fuck is you thinkin? You can't do shit if you stankin!!! Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done I give a fuck what you bringin Because my ????? elbows be swingin You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!! Hike nigga, hut what Nigga want some?! Ain't nothin for ya represent where i come from Front son, brown blood, I'll lay all of you down son!!! Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em Values and ????? Sterroids and alcohol still a fuckin athlete Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock Bout to run the rock home Yo ace brew crew and a hole in the clutch and a pocket on the field And the down gets touhed!!!! Chorus 2x: Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!!! Watcha wanna do?! Watcha gonna do?! Let me know girl, jump, jump!!! You can tell by the style of losin I got all of my adveseries cruisin for a brusin with contusions Cuts, atserations, broken bones, and open soars Ripped spleans, sprained ankles, and broken noses I bust the microphones i flip on!!! I step on the stage and get my grip on That's when you get you get the skip on!! It's on and I'm the shit homes!!!! I fucked around and lost count of bitches I put the dick on My ????? And I'm cool when I talk to P They fuckin call me the home-town hero Im the center of attention The topic of the discussion It's understood they already know with out me sayin nothin It's been like that since these niggas been down here wearin badges I'm off the heasy!!!!! I'm the reason for this pimp rap!!! So I stumble over myself sometimes like I ain't got no mind I said fuck it dawg I'm over the crowd like the goal-line!!!!!!!! Chorus Nigga you just like ten yards Always the fisrt down Be the first muthafucka off the bus and the last nigga to clown Ol' sometime ass nigga ol' fake regular regular everyday common ass No drama ass nigga I keep these niggas sippin' on super dick and advil Punch 'em in their muthafuckin ass and keepin it that real Ain't nothin you can do to keep a nigga off the score board It's fourth and four FUCKIN RIGHT IM GONE!!!! Chorus:4x Jump, round, jump Jump, Jump Jump, round, jump watcha wanna do watcha gonna do JUMP, JUMP!!! |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
[Mystikal]
Mmm, mmm, mmm You know what time it is (radio) and you know who this is DANGER! DANGER! Get on the flo'! The villain right chea; sing it! [Chorus: Nivea] Been so long (sing it!) Since, he's been on So please (get on the flo'!) Show me (the villain right chea!) What it is that you want to see [Mystikal] Go tell the DJ to put my hit on I'm keepin the fellas and women a jumpin from the minute I get on Takin they shirt off, showin they tattoos, screamin and hollerin and all Got the gift to come up with it, put it together, deliver it, make them feel it, look I been on! Sharp! Like you pulled me out the pencil sharpener Bad! Like that student in the principal's office Put rappers in coffins, they dive like dolphins I'm the damndest lyrical marvel you come across often So watch yourself! Or mess around and get beside yourself, I know! Go head though.. bounce 'em, shake 'em, drop that {**} Stay in line though Forget a cain't, because you can can Cocked up or head down, {**} poppin on a handstand that leave that nucca smokin If you gon' do somethin then bend over, and bust it open [Chorus] - 2X [Mystikal] Yo I hope my concert line around the corner Parkin cars, fellas forget it, girls nuttin on her You lookin good momma - Why? Pshh, what's up homie? Sirens, limousines, and the club owner - ya trick you! If you late, ain't no gettin up in heah, cause it's fillin up Inside packed from the flo' to the ceilin up The buildin ain't big enough! I'm backstage bouncin adrenaline buildin up! The nucca cutter, did I stutter? The heart flooder, make your woman drawers melt like butter Down like Nelly, I'm +Hype+ like "Belly" The rhyme seller! Take off like Jim Kelly! Stand up, round out, boot up and frown Tell somebody if they wanna try it then boy come on down! No sweat, no blood, no tears And if I tell you it's a hit then THAT'S JUST WHAT IT IS! [Chorus] - 2X [Mystikal] I wanna see these fake rappers get off the mic Get in my room, you crowd my space, they got you all in my light Watch out mayne! I'm rippin 'em solo, I jump from the shelf they records sell no mo' Throw lyrical bolos, and head busts, and rhyme elbows So get off me! Tip-toe out slow but softly Hurry up, you might not be able to do that shorty {??} entertainer The whole crowd screamin out, "DANGER! DANGER!" [Chorus] - 2X [Mystikal] DANGER! DANGER! Get on the flo'! The villain right chea! Sing it! DANGER! DANGER! Get on the flo'! The villain right chea! |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
[Da Brat]
Mystikal What's up my nigga It's Da Brat-tat-tat Lettin' the whole motherfuckin' world Know I got your back If you don't like what my nigga Mystikal do Come see 'bout that shit Step to it, know what I'm sayin' You don't like what the fuck I do, step to me We 'gone see about your motherfuckin' ass, nigga Huh, uh, uh [Da Brat] If I do somethin' you don't like Come and see about it You wanna box get 'cha dues somethin', or be 'bout it And ride off into the sunset, With the windows down, feet out it I got a foul mouth, I blow weed out it Seperate these thighs, get the price and eat out it Ain't no other bitch rowdy like me S-O, S-O, D-E-F, you C.K. Y'all bitch ass niggas disbehave me since the first day Worst way to kill 'em is hit the top of the charts First week at number one, R&B be a war Leave ya fake-ass manager home And if you need a nigga to see about me, come along I keep my enemies a far, don't need a friendly to me I make at least twenty-five just to breathe on the beat Tell me, how many niggas wanna fuck this bitch named Brat 60644 is where I'm at, come see [Hook: Mystikal & Da Brat] 2x You don't like! Come and see about me You gotta problem! Come and see about me You hurry up and come! Come and see about me What's up whodi! Come and see about me [Petey Pablo] Who a that, the burnin' man, burner man Yeah, came here to burn some ass You don't see the burnin' man You don't see the blazin' hands You don't see 'em when I walk past (All smokin' in Hell) The So So, Da Brat brought Petey Pab and Mystikal Not now one of y'all Can fuck with these bulldogs Known for breakin' the law, just came home Get it on 'bout this damn microphone Who the best, who said this and who said that Here go three of the best on this God damn track And you can believe that Willing to bet my drive check If you don't rewind this back Somethin' wrong with deck I'ma can't forget spinnin off the wall type shit And no it didn't, I'm talkin' 'bout y'all type shit Greensboro to Cuira, Chapel Hill type shit Better send them folks to check for this Cause I'm the one that ill Hook 2x [Mystikal] He's runnin' for your majesty, he's lost you with excellency His panicked descisions definitly can't stand next to me Dick get hard like Rob-eye, look at Hanley You know that four can break down hits on shit, be drillin's man We 'gone kill 'em in New Orleans, like kill 'em for jumb As cold as the Arctic, recorded in Georgia (rouff, rouff) None the blues don't approve, y'all niggas pink lemonade I hit the booth, your whole crew burst the canalade Such a bunch of fuckin' cowards Ain't worth the dirt that come off my ass You go down the drain when I take my shower New Expedition via Eddie Bowers Sometimes I gotta comb these fuckin' rappers hair, fix they collar Wanna be like me, we can take your bitch, and smack that daughter Be a man, and tell them bitches what you causin' I'm a south cowboy, Howddyyyy! Call them creepers, come and see about me Hook 2x [Mystikal] I come up out the cage and, I stand ragin', keep it blazin' Bitch I'm crazy, half man, half amazin' Half way up the charts, and bitch I'm halfway in your ass I'm only halfway with this rhyme, and got half y'all mad Soon as I come in this bitch You know I'm comin' in this bitch with somethin' The mic parker said "that's a bad rappin' motherfucker" I'll bust your ass up like a Mutherfuckin' bug stuck on the windshield wiper, walkin' Get 'cha gibber tape, for mister shit-talker The Volgar, the champion'll knock your shows off I'll cut 'cha like a Newport, with no gauze (oh don't) Bitch I'm stupid like I lost a few more Still bossin' 'em, still tossin' 'em Still holdin' MC's hand Takin' they ass across the street walkin' So let me know when you ready to bust With your head on the pavement Bring ya ass, you don't need no fuckin' invitation [Mystikal & Da Brat] Come and see about me Come and see about me, nigga Come and see about me Come and see about me Hook 2x Come and see about me Come and see about me |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
*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 *Repeat 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 motherfucka 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 I'm talkin better, he said you talk to B.K. 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 *Repeat (x2) 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 *Repeat (x2) 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 here we come *Repeat |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
Huh, BOOM! Huh.. guess who it is?
I rock, I roll.. tear this motherfucker up (tear this motherfucker up) Let's get ready to rumble!! [Mystikal] I come in this bitch to get paid to bust flow, I come for the gumbo They know me for kickin they ass from here to El Segundo Let's get ready to rumble!!! Shit sparks, spit flames the coldest thing up under the sun though Spendin your money on them niggaz you're wastin you time cause I'm the one hoe! Smokin the blunt smoke, stay out of my bundle I swung with the blast, I've never been matched I hop on the track like a jump rope I come with the guillotine to cutthroat Holdin it down, fuckin y'all up but the rest of them suckers be unsho' Me? YEAH, I'm blessed - if you don't know Pack a big boner, heavy strutured AND hung low Wrecking-ball nuts and dick touch the flo' If it's on yo' chest then bitch let me know!! I hope you don't think I'm a runnin I know you don't think I'm scared You must of forgot who the fuck that I am The man with the braids - BEWARE!! That's yo' ASS Mr. Postman Got them niggaz stompin and swingin with both hands [Chorus 2X: Mystikal] I rock, I roll Tear this motherfucker up - let's get ready to rumble! Shuttin systems down! You ready for war? Start somethin, start fightin Chorus 1/2 again [Mystikal] Bats and pipes - broken bottles, glass, and knives Jump in the mix and don't handle yo' business and a nigga gon' turn out yo' lights!! You'll be gettin' yo' stupid self up askin' the people "Which one of y'all hit me?" I don't know the way you went down looked like the ground was slippery Attack 'em with sawed-offs, and niggaz get throwed off The party get called off, when niggaz get sawed-offs Go get my meat to meet and give me that raw dog You, go get you a nasty, givin that pussy you bought off I come with the real I be with them niggaz with booted up grills We don't do promotional shows that shit don't pay my bills Keep it in the ballin ballin, promoters callin Videos jumpin off nigga this the real New Orleans! My neck of the woods, my side of the hood my part of town Thugs, drugs, and violence - y'all niggaz is watered down When I perform I'm that calm And I'm the shit on the record I hit the studio and show 'em! [Chorus] [Mystikal] I rock, I roll I roll, we by hype Knockin 'em out, throwin 'em away, keep 'em off Takin 'em out, bustin they head, breakin 'em off! [Chorus] {*Mystikal ad libs to fade*} |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
I had thought i heard u laughin, talkin trash
Bitch, whats happenin Start shit but dont 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 anotha muthafucka on a record And the bitch aint got no cabbage Hopin somebody can tell me whats wrong with this picture Dont think you can put out whateva you want And I aint gonna come back in the bitch and come getcha Imma 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 whooo! from this fuckin fool Monkey see, monkey do nigga So you cant be the man right chea too Theres none afta this Not anotha livin M.C. as hazardous And as talented and handsome, ghetto fabulous Keep em off my back Wheneva they comin I bring that double In a minute y'all niggaz dont show no love Its gonna be trouble These niggaz here get ya name bent Washed up anybody yall sent Gotta watch these niggaz, they get outta line I 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! Neva seen me cut up, ya must not be from here Im four and none here Dont have me to bring up the shit I've done here Reach blazin temperatures So please come wit ya sun gear Whoop the sleeves off of muthafuckas that try to run in here Serious look on my face And a boot in my mouth and balled up fists These niggaz dont want my trouble But its too late for em, gotta accept this shit *(Tryna sound like me) U would if U could nigga U would if U could (Tryna be like me) U would if U could nigga U would if U could nigga (You wanna do what I do?) U would if U could nigga U would if U could nigga (You wanna take my style?) U would if U could nigga U would, but U cant, so U aint! From the moment that i slid in the door They know I'm back cuz you can hear it in the floor But afta I rap bitches aint feelin it nomore Wanna talk that shit, betta kno what to come with If you jump in the water Then ya ass betta throw up before i start ballin And if you eva fuck with what I be recording Imma flush you down the toilet And if you eva come at me wrong with a mike Imma throw you in the gutter I cant be scared these niggaz And they disrespect me cuz im from New Orleans We dont play that shit When these niggaz and they really want me to get started Make it painful cuz I dont think so I be bustin til I cant 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 cuz I'm rich dont mean that it dont sound hungry Count if you wanna Hope you think cuz you little I wont jump on ya You betta 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 Yall niggaz would run when I step off the pulpit If I was you I'd leave me alone Cuz bitch I aint 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 wouldnt be able to make a better picture if I could You understand my platinum Then fuck up my raps, semi tracks No matter wheter kickin a verse or smokin a sack I'll fuck over you, yea I'm makin a habit of hurtin they head and bustin they ass Fuckin they woman and takin they spotlight, makin em mad *Repeat |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
Humph, Come on
It's the nigga that get hard than starch in yo fuckin creases rip it to pieces slicin and dicin and icin em right with the mic I use that's as clean as a wild teacher eyes stay tight when they fade to watch swarm bleedin from out the freeza can't you see em? Jesus! Big tittie Tina boppas out chea catchin Mystikal Fever Ol you'll be sayin you ain't takin no shit this time Nigga me neither! You could leave nigga fuck we don't need ya Rapper, killer, loaded, beat, swivel, shark, butchers meat CLEAVER {*knife sound*) a lot of you niggas believe in walkin a thin line but when I get through wit cha all I be hearin is awwah!! Of all maps and adages knocking off hats Y all know act a ass But don't call me that Fix yo fuckin shirt tie yo fuckin shoe strangs jive and Mystikal comin up in the bull dagger big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal s fever keep my motherfuckin fist balled up case a mutherfucka tryin to start somethin takin ginseng got yo lil dick hard makin it harder think you gon jump in the ring and go pound for pound with the knockout king? No shit like that gon happen cause them niggas down here ain't gon fuck wit what I bring you heard the the motherfuckin door open you heard that arrrr (door open sound) you know that's me if it was a wrestlin match you'll be on your back like 1&2&3 come off the top ropes leave you knocked out wit yo mouth open and they gon have to take yo ass home and leave you in a hot tub and soak bar banga and if you don't want swang wit a mic I tell you nigga I m wild ass a gorilla on chain Time to flow wit a natural-born go getter This for my hustlas to ballas, gangstas and cap pealers hustlas to ballas gangstas and cap pealers hustlas and gangstas gangstas and cap pealers hustlas to ballas gangstas and cap pealers big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal fever I'll go pound for pound wit the knuckle cuffin motherfucka Rush em and touch em Then stand ova his ass and screamin I told you not to start nuthin I'ma damage ya You ain't got the stamina Half the talent to match, to dance wit the tarantula When I'ma chargin at cha niggas be tryin to copy cat wanna jump on the mic and do what I do but can't keep up ain't no thankin that'shit gon change cause when I drop off Mystikal sound a likes gon have to get the fuck off crackin they glasses smashin they records smash and catchin they ass all day and tackle they ass tell em all settle shop down close fo sho put it down like 1990 M.C. Hammer I hope big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal s fever big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal s fever |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
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) Verse 1: Mystikal & Female singer 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 Chorus: Mystikal & Female singer 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) Verse 2: Mystikal 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 Chorus: Mystikal & Female Singer 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) Verse 3: Mystikal 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 Chorus: Mystikal & Female singer 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) Female singer & Mystikal till fade (various ways): You better watch how you look at me Cause I'm from here |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
(Mystikal)
Listen!...Listen!...huh...Listen! Government got it where u can't do shit no mo' The water ain't no good, the grass don't grow Never mention schools ain't safe no mo' killing in the 1st grade six years old Ask yo self this, In what kind of world is that to raise yo children Then again it really don't matter, where you gone go, you still gotta live it Let's face reality, stop talking bout peace that's a thing of the past But then again that's a bald face lie, cause a few years ago you was hanging my ass ??? no presidents, sometimes the whole world just pressed up against me Think about it, young black man, come up set up for penitentary Do the math, all on you, choose yo path, be a leader, pray for strength Know when to cap and when to blast Get back on track, we damn near got past crack, then every dope dealer got snatched back, we all wit the black on black That's sad, Is it really in our nature what make it so bad But I ain't no better then the rest of ya'll, plus I came up in a house wit out no dad I knew that you left, ??? ??? you didn't won't to But that how it is, Lord help us, You know what we going through Hook: It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, that's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get it together, but some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow (Mystikal) Somebody tell me what you get in a relationship with nothing but silence, silence We ain't married so we can't get divorced so the only thing left is domesticated violence When a man uses a woman to take out his problems He abuses that woman, then man must recognize his assignment We got two kids and you pregnant again so how can we profit That's BULLSHIT! That ain't no reason to pull her arm out the socket Baby I'm so sorry, you know that I luv you and didn't wanna hurt you When I put my hands on ya, I was wrong so I don't deserve ya I never thought I'd see the day when they scrap a nigga when they talk about 'em on the t.v. Now my sister flipping in the grave, cause that's a cheap ??? and I know this can't be me Lord help her forgive me, God give me my purpose Jesus break this chains, you know this a vintage circle But I got my trust in you, I know there will be light at the end of the tunnel I done been in many situations, she was there each and everyone of 'em Keep me humble, I wanna take time out write down and thank ya, thank ya Trying to make it wit out you is something we can't do Hook: It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, that's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get us together, but some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow (Mystikal) Lord tell them you difference between having eternal life or forever burn, burn Lord tell em you was wit me when I had my accident and my truck started flipping and turnin', When it feel like I was dying from the moment of impact, we rolled ten times I was down on my best, that fool came on my side of the line But when the truck did finally stop moving I was just fine My little brother that was on the passenger said must of got hurt cause he was unconscious We done had our tradegy's, we was just talking so this can't be happenin' But before I could say anything else, I saw the helicopter and the ambulance My little brother came back through, first thing he said was, "What is going on" But the next thing he said was, "watch over me lord and keep me strong" And right then and there, I knew every thing was gone be alright But we ain't promised nothing So thank you my lord for saving his life Hook: 2x until fade It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, that's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get it together, but some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
Chorus: 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! Chorus [Verse 1] 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! Chorus: [Verse 2] 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 Swinging with the braids! Chorus: |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
Yo hit that bitch up...up...up...coo We bout to get smoked out this bitch here tonight When the last time you heard that shit (turn that shit up) Damn its been a minute nigga (cough cough) Still doin this shit (pass dat shit nigga) Look..look....look for yall niggas that dont know nigga I really be smokin on my smoking songs (well alright) You can smell it??? (fuckin right) Thats that..(cough), thats that real shit you heard me Ohhh shit Hit this shit fool You aint scared huh???? YOU can handle it? [Mystikal] Get ya ? with ya pipe and, cigar, papers, scissors and cut it up Smoke somethin, sell somethin, roll somethin If it aint doeja then put up I'm bout to let yall bitches know somethin I'm the nigga to holla at if you really tryna blow somethin Scope houses ? like they inexpensive Got cushion northern lights white without Tupac and Jimmy Hendrix Just like the incense Me run outta weed, is that senseless For instance.... Imma be around this bitch smokin till i got dentures Three smokin songs you two ? you know the ? I mean its four smoke songs I done got so blowed I forgot to count this one Aint no mystery, yall niggas need to let that bullshit miss me You know the history Been smokin, keep movin boxes of fifty You could live it high, could live it tipsy But both gon get a nig fucked up So tell me whats the difference This that shit...the shit they cant stay woke off of This that shit that ? cant smoke off of [Chorus 4X] (what u is?) I'm just a rap writer, before I get my nerve back Lemmie go get my lemmie go get my lighter [Mystikal] Smoke alllll over this mutha fucka....bitch you aint loaded Cuuuuuu boom boom boom boom at the doe If u gotta problem with me gettin high...suck a dick and die Lemmie go get my, lemmie go get my, lemmie go get my, lemmie go get my LIGHTER (cough cough) Cuuuuuu Yall muthafuckas aint loaded Nigga if yall was muthafukin loaded like me you'd have your muthafuckin lighter up nigga Put ya muthafuckin lighter in the sky nigga Light that bitch up |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
(first verse)
Muthaf**kin' 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 'cause 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, 'cause all you did is spilled blood, Bitch that was my only sister, you can't just kill her!!! Don't that f**k with you? ? ? can't you feel her? That's what the f**k 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 muthaf**ka, and I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chorus (mystikal & uncredited singer): (mystikal) Murder murder murder Murder murder murder (get that muthaf**ka what I tell myself!!!!) (singer) Murderer....... Murderer....... (2x) (second verse) Noooooooow, why? Would you come to my house, tell the truth, Then turn around and be bout lyin'? ? ? ? Muthaf**ka 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 f**k you think you foolin'? or convincin'? It must be your f**kin' 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 f**k I felt!!!!! You disgrace me, it's a show of shame, You saw that look in my sister face, she died in pain!!!! Chorus (third verse) 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 f**kin' price, Shit, a throat for a throat, a life for a life, F**k my feelings, you owe that to my family and her son, My children auntie ain't there, F**kin' 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 f**kin' 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 Chorus (mystikal & singer): (mystikal) Murder murder murder Murder murder murder (get that muthaf**ka what I tell myself!!!!) (singer) Murderer....... Murderer....... (mystikal) Murder murder murder Murder murder murder (get that muthaf**ka what I tell myself!!!!) (singer) Murderer....... Murderer....... (mystikal) Murderer!!!!!!!!! Bitch you killed my sister!!!!!!!!!! Murderer!!!!!!!!!! Bitch you killed my sister!!!!!!!!!! (mystikal) Bitch you killed my sister!!!!!!!!!! .....what I tell myself!!!!!!!!!!! (singer...simultaneous with mystikal) Murderer.... Murderer.... (beat plays with drum cadence until the final gunshot ends the song) |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
Mystikal- (Intro) Mystikal and Outkast, I'm representin...... I'm not for the big bucks, no wammies, You can't stand it, Make um feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami, Handle'n with my man and'um in Atlanta. And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda s--- you feelin as I'm sayin it I'm like an NBA so thumb or pawn shop tech nine, bitch I'm know for jam'n. Smoke merry, merry, merry Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary, I bust through, intrude, move through, distractions. Risks and hits and blows don't lose no traction. I threw a round of flip flop flip flop back at um If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon And the um God knuckle up boy ??, don't be no f---ed boy Me and Guillotine we run some ni--as 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 get you jumped like I pulled (?) over ya Guess what, this is a stick up Give me back my s--- 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, for it And respect me for takin it to um So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woodz (Chorus) x2 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, aaouu Big Boi- 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 , don't U know 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, eet the cops with My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this The D-u-n-g-o-n, family, merrily Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scaring me, But I live, gotta given, one double ohh percent above the rest yeah With the fat sacks, gon burst that, and you know that, yea (Chorus) x2 Dre- (BIG BOY: 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! Hit that state up in views City of forgotten fate, County of the blues Street address Generation X Avenue, new, new. 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 ee what he finds Then rearrange 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 (Chorus) x4 |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
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 throwed off (fuck), I'm throwed off (huh) I'm throwed off (huh), I'm throwed off (Mystikal) I'm fucked up in the head but everytime I go on - bitch, ran my coat on Bitch gonna take 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 this bitch, take your hands on - throwed off, throwed off (Chorus: Mystikal) I'm throwed off (huh), I'm throwed off I'm throwed off, I'm throwed off (Mystikal) Niggas be testin' the street like dick-birds Then they start day-dreamin', watch my tons and hit curbs (oops!) Then 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 - motherfucker seem with his ASS HEARD!! If you ever in your car and you play my game, throw the password cause it doesn't rest its head with an exquisite hand and they BLAST FIRST!! I can't stand my next door neigborhood, so I'm here to get a transfer They won't stay over my GRASS - fur, I ain't right (Chorus: Mystikal) I'm throwed off (huh), I'm throwed off I'm |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
What's up niggaz this is Peaches. It's the mothafucking cizzolonel. Master P. And I'm gone introduce ya'll to one of the hardest lieutenants on the tank, Mystikal. We was all born to be soldiers. See these evil thoughts, it was scolded into our mothafucking souls from these walls. The ghetto nigga.
Bitch I'm a soldier I was born to be a soldier Mystikal: Attent hut mothafucka don't you move I got what it take to make your as feel But first I'ma make your ass feel when we light your mothafucking hill Its never no rest in this parade No Limit Soldiers throwing grenades Strictly, heavy artillery call me gunning I got your ground troops running from INCOMING Go,go go go go 50 caliber Bout to rip your ?? vest, split your caviter Them niggaz be marching in the ?? Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us No L-B-E no M-R-E But we kill our enemies and drive hum v's Chorus: Master P: Born to be a mothafucking soldier Colonel don't play I'm out that tank Money in the bank, leave nigga stank At ease when we rap Salute cause we strapped Fools run they trap, soldiers bust caps Fools die many deaths, soldier dies 1 Put that on my gold teeth my gats and my blunts Candy painted hummer, triple goldies we bout it Eyes ever red gone off green cause we rowdy ?? ?? niggaz go thru ?? Weapons down the barrel of a gat cause I'm no tattletail I'm ready to bust these niggaz whoever got them g's nigga I'm fucking slanging them keys nigga I'm from New Orleans nigga Chorus: Silkk: I came out the mothafucking womb, nigga wore combat paint I fuck around my first words be buck heads ?? fucking think My ghetto actics, my ghetto tactics, I stack quick Sticking like a cactus I flip your ass like a acrobatic Nigga what I'm back, My M16 be black I was born to drop phat shit fuck your ass like a sack bitch Yeah I keep my gat bitch But because how dangerously I live I got to react quick No Limit Soldier, told ya and that's it But see, I'm always into something I kick shit off like a punt We roll like mothafucking blunts See don't come stunting and don't try to front Cause Silkk the Shocker will slam your ass like a mothafucking dunk Putting on my camouflage nigga, stringing up my fucking boots Why when a mothafucka ?? cock reload and shoot About face salute You can tell I'm a soldier, by the way I talk You can tell I'm a soldier by the way I march I was born to be a soldier Chorus: Fiend: Wrap his legs in weed, lil Fiend live by soldiers creed Broken uzi, in the bottom pocket of my fatigues War fatigues, ?? chest games with a chain Put your hands ?? at the gun range Cause I believe in bringing pain Where I'm playing survival games, that's why I sport no vest Those niggaz was put to rest, but I got them stripes tatted on my chest I was blessed as my recon saw the harm in dissing The war from this was that Fiend born from this Scorned from this, so other armies now gone hire Cause the crimes desired, results in a lines of fire Enemies retire and I'm bitting to throw up Til my guards show up No Limit Soldiers the world blow up Mac: Assassin, soldier, sniper, murderer Son of a bitch, arsonist, house burglar Been there, done most before the sun rose He change clothes when the popos chase ?? with the base Got them hoes all up in my face and the fake niggaz hate So I started lifting weights And even when I'm dead and gone, my legacy will live on Tattoo me on your arm and tell niggaz he got his rhyme on Murder, murder kill killing and shit That I spit for lunatics who be feeling the shit Put the gat in my face I never squeal nigga keep it real Pops gave me the game about the battlefield We attack like the men in black You react if you got a gat I never die camouflage in my veins I never change in the purple rain My name manifest pain I'm a soldier Chorus: |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
Unh....yeah... I got that Boot Camp Clicc in this muthafucka tonight Me |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
19 nigga 7, bitch what's happenin? [Chorus:] Thirteen muthafuckin years! I know what to do to knock your stupid ass so bad you ain't no challenge. This ain't no fluke, this pure deep talent. Thirteen muthafuckin years! Thirteen muthafuckin years! so bad you ain't no challenge. I know what to do to knock your stupid ass Thirteen muthafuckin years! [Verse 1] Bow, when I hold the microphone and hold it Keepin me rappin until I hoarse and swollen Thirteen years and rollin Gettin part of this, niggas don't want no more of this I rate colder than coldest Slap a nigga that style sound some like mine Never leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes Mad enough you screamin "It AIN'T!" (This line whispered, can't hear) I'ma be known for fuckin over your whole album You be pissin me off some the time, take you down one at a time 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 Fuck the side of all this, long as you done it All I know I been tryin to make it for the fuckin longest When I done it, gettin blunted bout to run this bitch Takin them riders down with me, clown with me [Chorus] Leave thirteen in your muthafuckin chest and you can count em [Verse 2] 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 Handle your buisness in this industry of competition It was ghetto Djs and sucka MCs 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 To come from New Orleans made it hard to surface I had big ol' nigga tracks, raps like pavement 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 Ain't shit unlucky about my number thirteen No more rips in my jeans and gettin my cream [Chorus] I hit the bitch like BOSH! Owwwwww! [Verse 3] 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 My birthday came, and my sister died Fuck em, got some other shit to do from nine to five This shit thats tragic can't be no more But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal with Jive Because of my rings I work at A&P no more I drive my landcruiser off the show floor Comin with scheme, up in my dream Got the time to time to feel pain, sittin on Volvos Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No Limit soldier by the end of that thirteen Thirteen manic muthfuckin years! |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
If it ain't live it ain't me
Oh nigga I'm to deaf to move a step To sly to slip or slide Talk faster than you can ?? Cutting busting busting ???? Inside outside innocent I'm an abomination We don't want know conflictations Ready to hit you with combinations Picking and rubbing your face in combilations occupations Acting hibernation's have you suffering complications Too big to be losing money, too old to be time wasting Many people don't even listen to rap still buy my tapes Only people in the pound getting down holding the drum With DJ Darryl in Hollywood here we come If what you are reflects your actions bitch I'm a man Ahh shut-up I ain't gone here cause I'm a say bitch you had your chance You know what you did was despicable I'm sick of ya they call me Mystikal cause I'm unpredictable Chorus: I say what they thought that I wasn't gone say I did what they thought that I wasn't gone do I knew what they didn't not want me to know I'm unpredictable Can't ?? that I wanted to know Show ?? No one can stop the incredible flow of unpredictable ?? You never can know what could happen From nappy headed as Michael to cold blooded as ever Sometimes little kids be listening to me, I'm trying to stop the cursing Teaching them bad words and they people be getting nervous Calm down, I'm not that type of rapper you'll see Besides I know some of ya turn out they cursing better than me I'm ice cold baby I'm 0 degrees I'm like a lumberjack cutting mc's like trees Chopping 'em down, knocking 'em down, locking 'em down 4 years and 6 months I'm still on top of the mountain Just more popular now ?? with that No Limit sound Already know what you gone say before it come out your mouth We got ya spin more tighter than the formidable son Old styles stealing copycats tried to bite and bit his tongue Can't fight that feeling, irresistible Never know what I'm gone do next cause I'm unpredictable Chorus: If you think that niggaz that roll under the tank are tight than you heard wrong Prime Suspects (who) Mia X (who) Mr Serv-On Oh so you wanna ride in my Mercedes I ain't got no room in the back The whole Gambino Family in there with Kane & Abel and Mac C-Murder, Silkk the Shocker you don't want none Oh hell O'Dell, KL up the funk son I'm confidant ?? don't see ?? got Big Ed I'm bad like Fiend but I be like Tre8 So don't provoke me, if you don't want to get strung on Big Man and Champ, Big Dog, Big Worm might do you some harm All the ready to put a bullet in your belly belly ??Boswell, Gilla Gelly We ain't faking any hits, getting paid They can't fade the track that the tank just made Mystikal, unpredictable Anything else is unacceptable Chorus: |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
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 weirder than 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 rhyme ambush ya ass set 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 Spray 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 Oh 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 And 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 let it all out |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
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 [Chorus] 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 And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin I done seen little kids in the projects starving 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 Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up I'm from the south, where they predijuce on us all Four dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it home But why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us up Gave us three halves and high interest student loans [Chorus x2] It's real when you can do whatever you want to do [Mystikal] 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? cause that's where you gonna die HUH!!!! She take you out of the street But you won't listen cause your mind is one track and your head is hard Lemme talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall And your getting flipped, and your talking back Showing your ashy act, ass straight up off the wall 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 Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water that's why I'm praying to God Cause it's your world, and we your children We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto your sons and your daughters trying to make it to mars!!! [Chorus x2] [Silkk The Shocker] 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 Penetentary close, but you know what? Cemetaries aint that far away I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days 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 packed full of niggas who had dreams to be rich Get you something cause cemetaries 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 I like to scream when I came home from jail When I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dream 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 Congratulations, she on rocks [Chorus 2X] |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
Scarface voice) Who put this fuckin shit together? Ok, ok, jou wanna fuck wit me? Come on. ME! THAT'S WHO! Chorus: X 4 Fuckin right, fuckin right Did I do it? You fuckin right I did it! (Alright) [Verse 1] I got's to get it when I do it Make sure your ass feel this Don't want nobody style, used to be (In your own words could you explain your style?) Bitch, cause I'm still it! 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 I can't fuck with my damn self, I-I know Bum bum bum, HERE I GO! 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 Who put you on the fuckin map? (Me, that's who) Ahhhhh! No, you, won't, know No, I serious, can't nobody find Did I do that? Fuckin right I did it Chorus [Verse 2] 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 The man right chea! Never exercising, you gon get to big for your britches I ain't comin here for no foolishness GOOD LORD! Sides, not much any one of y'all niggas can do with me Speakin like one of them Puerto Ricans Fuckin right I did it! Chorus |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
(Intro [E-40]) 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. [E-40] Violence Playa, in the middle of the street, sirens and violence silence Muthafuckas play for keeps, violence 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 [B-Legit] 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 (Chorus [B-Legit & E-40]) 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 my station wagon 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 Ooo [Mystikal] 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-E-I Chorus [Master P] (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. |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
look we ain't your shame and here's the turnin' rap through (x2) Mystikal, Mia X, who the fuck you think is fucked (x4) [Mystikal] you better cover your nose, cuz round floors and runs like diarrhea burnt like gonorrhea, thats biggest Mama Mia X, explicit mistress, Unlady Like Diva, you won't know when you see her You stand like you don't know, I gonna run this muthafucka But when them No Limit Soldiers, done this muthafucka There ain't no stoppin' us now, cuz I'm long way from finished Just gettin' started, but the gain `em, I'm in `em Your face is on magazines, hang out music and parties movies and videos, kinda hard to avoid us how many muthafuckas should I come out to shout don't sell out make up all the money, tank up on the clout Mystikal, Mia X, we got the clout baby Mystikal, Mia X (x2) Mystikal, Mia X, who the fuck you think is fucked (x2) [Mia X] Tank Mama, Mama Drama, Biggest Mama, ya'll know Mia My rhymes are the pin and you are the Voodoo dolls Got your ear wholes hex, Miss X, I come to set it off with the unpredictable big ol' crooked like a roach leg, dick nigga, Mystikal And they knows who got the clout, all bets on the nigga and girl with the tanks around their necks we connect like infrared dots that can't bet stopped colossal in this game checked the billboard spots We on top, but channel 9 tonights roster, I can't wait That's why these No Limit Soldiers always break street date fakers hate, yet they smile kissin' ass no doubt But two faces get you punched in both of your mouths Who got the clout? No need to ask us dad It's not a matter of who, it's a matter-of-fact We got th |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
Still Smokin Bud, Still Smokin Weed, King Edward, Philly Blunt, Swisha, keep groovin, Tampa Sweet, good ol Optimo (good old optimo), easy water, joker
My lips get black and my fingertips burn and my eyes half way open *Cough, Cough* and I'm chokin But bitch I'm Still Smokin! I wanna be puffin this like I ain't be worryin bout nothin If you gonna get the cigar Nigga I'll do the stuffin I roll em swoll like broken arms But I sure hate when they come around this bitch I don't know talkin bout What chall smokin on cause Niggas like that we call em Hoovers They try to get cool with ya To smoke your weed up Is what they do ya Puff Puff Puff Puff Godammit! Nigga you ain't chip in no shit here Bitch What's Happenin! But if you did then its good and it goin down Get rid of them nickels and them dimes Bitch we throwin pounds! Tenth thru 11th to the 12th ward bound But P said one of my niggas I heard somebody say One Time! But I paid it no mind and I kept rollin But that was the Po Pos I gotta get rid of this fat ass Optimo that I'm holdin Excellerate and I made that left on line center I hit that bitch one more time Then threw it out the window Young niggas in a big white truck You know whats up They're lookin to catch you fuckin up It just so happened that I was hot They looked in the back on the floor And the silver canon and they found the pot I can't believe that I got popped It took me 2 hours and 1500 dollars To get unlocked Straight from jail to the weed spot Shit I took that as a minor setback Hell no I ain't stop! And I'm Still smokin bud Still smokin weed |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
[mystikal talking] You would if you could So you ain't But you can't [mystikal] I hear Oh shit Mothafucka, God Damn! The minute I step in dis bitch Watch out for dat nigga You cant handle em For a period of time Noone can match those rhymes to mine Prickin your ass like a porcupine Im top of the line I know what to do to knock your stupid ass so bad It aint no challenge! Im Gifted, Explicit mistressed and Explicit This aint no mothafuckin fluke, This pure deep talent! Brand new home, same old nigga I aint playin with you bitches! Like your scared and unprepared Im gonn have ya leave this mothafucka sayin Whatd that mothafucka said? Why you niggaz be rappin 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! [chorus] Oh shit, Motha Fucka! God Damn! [x8] Certified rhyme busta [mystikal] Bitch Nigga, Bitch nigga Same nigga, If Im not that nigga went from Gold diggin, ta gold chains but that nigga from punks, still come with the rif raf fightin like a wild coyote I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train! I dont like niggaz tryin ta run up on my shit and set Like capone, hot seller Keep your fuckin deck deader, then a bad woodpecker Catch more attention, then oriental peacocks Im the tarantula on the catipillar, Bitch ill kill ya 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! use to be mobbin in my hood Whos that click? Beware! Here I go! get that boy good Come like, there I was i raise the hacksaw, you jump back When were yall idiots in the cut? Now yall niggaz dont want no trouble, Cant stop us [chorus x8] [mystikal] I know ya'll nigga know better than to fuck wit tha man Nigga dont you know what my style cant be poached Dont ya (dont ya) But thats the same nigga between the fighters and every nigga around, probably got beef wit somebody 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 Michael Tyler! The drunken fighter The gasoline on your fire, Got em dodge em 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! [chorus till fade] [11 times] |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
Chorus: I'm the man right chea If you gone be down with me be all the way down with me or get from round me See what I'm doing but don't like it even though everybody and they mama bout it bout it Our concerts crowded crowded you used to be down but now you doubt it YOU FUCKING WELL RIGHT We real over here we building a No Limit mountain 2 million records and counting, so how the fuck is you sounding Nothing but ?? TRU multi-millionaires round me Sound scared be astounded We sailing ya'll drowning Black owned and clowning Cd's cross the counters Told ya'll I was gone do it, but you didn't want to see it You wouldn't worry bout a nigga until I was leaving Now come here, let me show you the difference between a man and a hoe Chorus: Chestize and brutalizing stop us from dissing If I'm in it I own it with the keys in the ignition I hope your seatbelt is fastened, I'm known for massing harassing Having to snatch your ass off the mic, grab ya and slap ya Come here, sit up, I know you ain't gone do it no more You saying my name you must be looking for me, HERE I GO What ya what ya won't to, what ya gone do We could do it whenever, however you want to Entrepenaur soldiers, guns galore Watch 'em burn bitch burn like a flamethrower Rocking on sharp as a bull's horn, large strong as a phython Hoes they get they fight on soon as I cut my mic on Niggaz getting humble or stumble, fumbling mc's I crumble Come thru like the reefa, so deadly you don't wanna rumble That's right don't panic, Mystikal the mechanic Sank you like a torpedo, gigantic as the Titanic Rhymes I'm humming keep humming, I'm a keep coming Grabbing your woman, but the drummer still drumming Hard hitter, bull shitter, head splitter when bitter Assassinate a rookie killer like Adolf Hitler A mandingo warrior opponents getting crushed I'm too cool to be moved, too fucking much to be touched Gotta bangling and jangling to our shit when they hear this Fight me like a viking bitch I'm tragic like a terrorist Think you don't like me, well I have yet to begin You rather be my enemy cause I'm a deadly friend So stay the fuck from round me, do I make myself clear Less you looking for the man, the man right chea |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
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 [mystikal] 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 She said ya, How do you know that? By tha studio apartments, right off 70 street Her name tazra I said you live next door to my friend I said ya we use ta kick it man, What about it? She said, Oh you know tim? She said no thats cool, Thats my girl Dont take it how it sounded She said you mean I said who told ya? movin like im automated me and you can make music, dats kinda what im hopin for what we bakin? mixin, blendin and twisted tha neighbors gonn be listenin She said Slow down baby, movin kinda swift I said Dont even trip I got you! Besides we just met I usually dont get down like this She said, You sure? I said Yup I got to! [chorus] Put the needle to the grove [x2] Put tha dick on tha track, and make em sang Them otha niggaz aint gonna do what i do! [mystikal] When i hit ya with tha tenor Say sapreno When your moanin we aint gonna stop makin racket Till in the mornin safe sex, like pot holder on my mic! I say baby kick it wit me all nite Commin thru the woofer, In your speaker why you weakinin? Climaxin when we freakin, I can see you gettin hot While im rappin Whats my name, and who its for? dats what im askin spitin like wax all over 64 tracks symbols, and high hats remember shock ta knock you sax gettin nasty with the music to be funky like a bass line Aint no red lights, When i take mine Disregard it and get ya good sing Im havin sexual intercourse with the chorus screamin! hot vocals got your adlibs gettin hoarse sweatin the whole session, your circuits burnt Its just the second Verse! She said baby dont beat it down no more [chorus x2] [mystikal] 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 She got me thinkin, when else Ya breakin it down so scandalouz Im touchin ya like a massager you can hear It through the soundproof booth Ill be bustin off soon as ya touch me in 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 Its jus gonn be me, you, nobody else, MIne and Mystikal Junior! To infinite, Im plannin our future [chorus x4, then in backround till fade] [Mystikal talking] How that feel? Turn around little baby Com here, Take dem headphones off I put tha dick on the track, ya feel me I have sex with it, I make out with it Its like when i get on the track We make woopie, we do the nasty Anyone wanna jus jump on and rush it? Im gonna spend time wit you I aint quitin halfway |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
The Bitch [x6] The bitch been [Chorus:] O'Dell [Mystikal] (the bitch) The bitch been sleepin' with me The bitch been sleepin with me (the bitch been) [Mystikal] 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 she ? me locks, give me knots look bitch we got to dine out 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 legs and shit gonna be numb she knows its heavy breathin when we finish and you gonna be so ? find your mutherfuckin' earings and fix yo hair Michael, you in there come on lets bounce up out this motherfucka before [Chorus] [Mystikal] I didn't want to get into it get involved but I swear darlin, I done begged that bitch to stop callin' I know you know thats that same broad from them late night phone calls come on don't look at me like that it ain't that way at all if I'de a fucked I could've told ya besides shit we ain't married I ain't got nothin' to hid 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 said what the hell, F.B.I. 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 girl pull that fuckin' skin back and call me circumsized she a spy she said yea you make me laugh but you make me cry she said I would just let you slide but I got my pride and I done put up with shit, them trifflin hoes and I'm tired I said what you tryin' to say you all know why I love you Michael but this is goodbye [Chorus] [Mystikal] a black bachelor with cabbage and being that I'm happily unmarried with no attachments 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 baby handle your biz I said shucks it aint no thing I ain't got no chil'ren but Mystikal love the kids I'll get my girlfriend to drop me off over there and thats what she did she said thats cool I'm free Wednesday where you live she said my girlfrien gotta go to the bathroom bad but she pulled up with a fine ass friend I said go on in but I'm go in there with ya show you where yall know damn well the bitch freind been sleepin' with me made that old girl stay down stairs while we went upstairs [Chorus] |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
Intro, some guy talking) Old school niggas. (IT'S YEARN!) True hip hop niggas. Ha, ha. (IT'S YEARN!) This something y'all niggas can dance to. [Verse 1] LIKE THAT! I be a black muthafucka from the 12th ward I want some bullshit niggas (?) hittin em hard I made a lot of noise with the shit I done I hit em with more (?) I make em run I give y'all a chance to roll but y'all niggas can't roll Sit your ass down, let me show you how it go I thought I showed you last time, when will you learn? Watch what you ask for, nigga, IT'S YEARN! The maniac brotha's back with another dramatic track [Verse 2] Crossin my path struck you like you a black cat Maniac, abused, used, and abused Try your luck and bring a pack for the horseshoes You got nothin to lose, it just might help you out a bit Shit, I doubt it You're better off dead, goin head to head with a nigga like M-I-K-E Your best bet's to pack your shit Calm your head, bleedin bitch Sucka tragic you'll never get none You better leave cause you only get one Uh huh, leave now or get the pow Get the fuck out this area, I'ma have to bury ya Chance to make a break for it Mo thug, I draw blood Whip that ass, leave ya face down in the mud Militant, bitch I might be But that's a risk you take when you fuck with me Headlocked, yo I dirt ya like a nacho Shit you go, bigger than G.I.Joe You ain't know? I thought you knew IT'S YEARN! X 3 This time you can have it, it's for you [Verse 3] Come on, come on Well come away sucker fake MCs in the place There's only one Mystikal so make no mistake Comin straight in your face, sucker MCs I hate Rhymes bite you in your ass like a rattlesnake Bout your screamin no way Bitch you won't escape I'm like a boa 'strictor I kill, I suffocate Hittin harder than Hitler, no slidin, no livin, no jivin The sucker (?) I'm the antidote Got more niggas runnin and hiding than Batman and Robin Takin out adversaries with rhymes I wrote I the conductor of shive rhymes (...?....) Stretch like elastic, pure fantastic Lift off and burnin MCs like amino acid Nigga please don't try to battle, it's suicide This is only a suggestion, so ask no questions Those who have time watch me I do survive Try and digest my rhymes bitch you get indigestion Wrote this as a lesson so you will know Comin hard muthafuckas this physical Be pussy bitches in my fans I brought a dime and Understand I'm comin strong nigga harder than He-Man IT'S YEARN! With these hands, nigga laying face down on the curb [Verse 4] Some murderer got the nerve to talk about me Bitch I never heard of ya That's a shame, you got the blame cause you're blind Rebel, ya smell, ya fell, ya tell, ya sell, hotter than hell You know my name, the M to the Y, S-T-I, the K-A-L Soft as hell, I might as well SPELL! I'm a big marine, M-I-K-E, you figure weaker then me I speak uniquely, how in the fuck do you plan to beat me Ruler of hip hop, left ya shell shocked Scare the fuck out ya like Alfred Hitchcock Don't wanna be bothered (..?..) I'm a rough motherfucker from the 12th ward Never left nothin undone, breakin jaws for fun Cocky as Paul Bunyan, have ya cryin like onion Flyin low, a soldier born, ya chicken's choked Explosive, bitch I'm the one that wrote this I scream like rebel with the sword and snake Your boss come to battle, it's not your week I reverse my verse, I love to curse Then, I step back and grin at your dumb ass You won't be the first muthafucker in the back of a hearse Stomp, pop, clap, havin the last laugh Watch me burn, can't miss my turn IT'S YEARN! X 2 Like, do you want it? |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
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!) [Snoop] To a duet with Mystikal and Master P From the cold, hard streets of the LBC And put pistols to the mouths, of their enemies Old country ass nigga with a gold in the front Real G's ship keys and shoot dice on their knees Be the same muthafucka that get your bitch ass stomped Underestimatin hatin got you knocked out cold Them South niggas bangin off the shit that we write Tryin to play my boy over, you was with your hoe Punk niggas get killed, straight on sight No Limit ain't no gimmick Lay low, hit the floor, I'm back It's tragic you know, so don't be meddlin with my boy and my hoe I make em say beeyatch Yo P, take me to the streets, that's where my heart is at You make em say Ughhhhhhh! 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 [Chorus: X 2] Gangsta shit! We bout to hop off with some gangsta shit Know what, we're bout to jump off with some gangsta shit Gangsta shit! Gangsta shit! [Mystikal] 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 Time again I tried to tell you, but you ain't wanna heard what I say Where you get fucked up nigga, is where you lay 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 got that there, nigga you ain't saying shit 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'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 [Chorus] B-O-U-T we bout it [Master P] Real gangstas live muthafuckin rowdy Where you be or you're at And where you from is how you come 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 Twenty skirt with convertible, fuckin polo I'm in love with miss mo mo, candy painted four Bring the stylins of your talk I mean real gangstas don't talk Free your mind and refugee Alive and turn your cheeks like Pras be [Chorus till fade] |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
In hope to make a big name We grew up with showbusiness on our mind Thats why me and my sister Now I'm a live cause ????? shake that ass! was a stiff competition show off when company came 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 But lately me and my people aint been having to many family groups I either came in the room ????? then just act stupid Or maybe it just sometimes hurt us we medlin without my baby who be coming trying to reach the big picture You was there through the struggle shark 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 through my eyes and live what I endeavor 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 Even the day that I misbehaved I just thank god that I had a big sister ????? between all the years that he gave her I could see the aggrivation in your face and I knew that she was gonna get that ???? Selling your ???? like a witch and you know what that meant??? when my momma said you had to watch me 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 she had some song to sing to us Bring me my rockin rock robin my double dutch bus 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 Now I'm doin it you supposed to be here we was brother and sister and it meant so much We supposed to be writing songs together I'm tellin that girl to show up with old Tina Maria records Never be in vein What you left us with 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 Your my strength your my life Shine! And thats always until my time (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 |
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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
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, (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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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
[Mystikal]
Why.., why why why why Cause I keep bangin' y'all mother-fuckin ass, with this shit If it ain't live, it aint me Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this I wan't-a load it up, cock back don't miss Y'all ain't goin' believe this Got the preacher's wife talkin' bout rock that shit! All they do is say the mans name You watch how many bitches start comin', it's a damn shame They know I got the wood for 'em If they in the hotel room and get the dick, that's good for 'em Big pussy and it's soft dick time, bitch I got to get'cha, mm-hm, uh-huh.. Tell me what you goin' do If you got your friends with you, you could bring them ho's too Come and turn around, let me get behind you Move somethin' for me baby, I ain't goin' tell no body [Hook] If it ain't live, it aint me Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old If it ain't live, it aint meOh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old I'm too hip to drip [Mystikal] When I'm here they got to have it White lines so live they jump off the cabinet It's Micheal Tyler not Black Sabbath It's springin' hunter so watch out for the cat parrot I'm a whole and kaniver, the hot enchilada, Big Truck driver Hittin' hookers is a side high Tuckin' guts stackin' paper formin' lyrics is my real job Got my fingers and my shit tight Got another album and contract bitch get right Form a crowd like a fist fight I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this [Hook] [Mystikal] I'm too man to try to handle, I'm too bad and loaded too for you to hold Too tight to out-write, too strong to out-sold, too much to out-bust I'll talk shit and cuss, foul-dog rimp and the walk talk spit crush The paper towels and toilet tissue, start your engine set the table Clean your plate and wash the dishes Can I please get a source cup And if they don't give me my grammy, feel so sorry for your mother And after I'm goin' get Jive I done bust my ass, y'all ain't do y'all job [Hook 2x] |
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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
Uh oh, whutcha want whutcha gon do nigga
It's the man right Chea I know yall nigga ain't fuckin wit me, you lookin for me If you gonna be down with me Be all the way down with me, or get from around me You see what I'm doin but don't like it even though everybody and their moms is bout it bout it Our concerts crowded, crowding used to be down but now you doubt it You fuckin playa hatin cowards! We real over here We buildin the No Limit mountain 2 million records and countin So how the fuck is you soundin Nothin but legends, two multimillionaires rhymin Soundscan be astounded We sellin, y'all drownin Black owned and clownin CDs across the counter Told yall I was gonna do it But you didn't wanna see Wasn't worried about a nigga Till I was leavin Come here, let me show you the difference between a man and a ho It's the man right chea, oh you lookin for me Here I Go! Whutchu want do nigga It's the man right chea Chastise and brutalizing, stop 'em from dissin If I'm in it I own it, put the keys in ignition I hope your seatbelts get fastened I'm known for massive harassing Havin to snatch your ass off the mic Grab ya and slap ya Psh come here, psh shut up I know you ain't gonna do it no more You sayin my name you must be lookin for me Here I Go! Whutchu whutchu want do Whutchu gonna do You see what I'm doin but don't like it Entrepreneur soldier guns galore Watch em burn bitch burn like a flame thrower Rock it all sharp as a bull's horn Long, strong as a python, whores they get they fight on Soon as I cut my mic on Niggas getting humped or stumped Fumbling mcs I crumble Come through like the reaper So deadly you don't wanna rumble That's right don't panic, Mystikal the mechanic Sank you like a torpedo gigantic as the Titanic Rhymes I'm hummin keep hummin I'ma keep comin Grabbin ya woman But the drummer still drummin Hard hitter, bullshitter, head splitter when bitter Assassinate a rookie killa Like Adolph Hitler A mandingo WARRIOR Opponents get crushed I'm too cruel to be moved Too fuckin much to be touched Got em danglin and janglin To that shit when they hear this Fight me like a Viking, bitch I'm tragic like a terrorist You think you don't like it but I have yet to begin You'd rather be my enemy cause I'ma deadly friend So stay the fuck from around me do I make myself clear Unless you lookin for the man Cause the man right chea |
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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
I'm in the land..
L.A. -- land of the sticky Sup? What ch'all niggaz know bout that purple weed nigga? Show y'all niggaz some shit It's that sticky, that bud Indo, hydro Open up the window, I'm bout to blow! That fire shit Nigga what ch'all, what ch'all got what ch'all got to roll 'em up? Packwoods? Garcia Vegas? Straight chocolate Phillies? Nigga straight, ?, nigga I'll twist it in the Black n Milds? Y'all niggaz don't know nuttin about them Coronas Cognac!! J.O.B., one point five [Mystikal] Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end Take the Phillie out and roll it up! Light it, hit it, hold it, pass Puff puff blow it up! See some of y'all niggaz be talkin about blowin but can't handle the doja Gettin sleepy n shit, quittin all early Bitch you ain't no smoker! Y'all must think used to hittin that dirt the sticks with the brown buds Me, I ain't got shit else to do Nigga I'm bout to get FUCKED UP! Two cases of green OPTIMOS burned away A.M. done turned to P.M. and nighttime done turned back to day I'm, still smo-kin Feelin sporty in my hotel - spent the whole day gettin LOA-DED! It's nothin but smoke til there's nothin to smoke It's nothin but sticky and nothin but doja Disconnect the smoke detector and put a wet towel up under the door! Nobody around me mo' dope for me, I got the whole tree Button up cause suck 'em up is a pet peeve First don't put my lighter in your pocket Second don't wet my god damn WEED!! That's just two, before I could get to three and fo' five and six, I heard a DUM DUM DUM DUM at the do' Evidence all over, I've been doin somethin serious Gotta hide this shit, cause I know that's hotel security I played it off, I said, "Come back later I ain't got on no clothes" He said, "Sorry sir, I don't mean to disturb ya, but I SMELL SMOKE!" Fuck it just went to jail for that shit; I ain't goin back I done ate an ounce and I'ma flush the rest Cause I ain't goin out like that! Sprayin cologne and cuttin on the shower; tryin to clear it up Workin like a dog but I gotta open the do' - fukkit here go nuthin! The do' swung open and some young nigga talkin bout, "What's happenin?" He said, "I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack!" Ain't that a bitch! Boy you betta get your bitch ass up outta here Nigga I'd think you the motherfuckin police I done threw all my motherfuckin weed away fuckin with you old bitch ass nigga Nigga, get your motherfuckin hoe ass up outta here Bitch before I stomp your bitch ass The fuck! Boy this nigga done blew my motherfuckin high |
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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
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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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
[Mystikal's human door opening] Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch Uhh, what uhh poof, fuck, jump round jump C'mon jump, jump jump round, jump jump I ain't got no mo ass left BITCH I rapped it off You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off What in the fuck is you thinkin? You can't do shit if you stankin!!! Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done I give a fuck what you bringin Cuz my dick still gon' be swangin You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!! Hike nigga, hut one, nigga want some?! Ain't nuttin to fuck ya up, representin where I come from Fronts and brown blunts, you oughta get down some Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em Valiums and speed but we don't do weed Steroids and alcohol, still a fuckin athlete Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock Bout to run the rock home Yo' ace boom coon in the hole in the clutch In the pocket on the field, without gettin touched!!!! [Chorus 2x:] Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!!! Watcha wanna do?! Watcha gonna do?! Let me know girl, jump, jump!!! You get tackled by the style I'm usin I got all of my adversaries cruisin for a brusin with contusions Cuts and lacerations, broken bones, and open sores Ripped spleens, sprained ankles, and broken nose I'ma bust the microphones I rip on I step on the stage and get my grip on That's when you get stiff armed It's on and I'm the shit homes!!!! I fucked around and lost count of bitches I put the dick on My alter-ego and its cool when I talk to P They fuckin call me the home-town hero I'm the center of attention, topic of the discussion It's understood they already know without me sayin nothin It's been like that since these niggas been down here wearin badges I'm off the heezy, I'm the reason for this pimp rap!! So stuck on myself sometimes it's like I ain't got no mind I say fuck it dawg and go for the crowd like the goal line!! [Chorus] Nigga you just like ten yards, always the first down Be the first motherfucker off the bus but be the last nigga to clown Ol' sometime ass nigga ol' fake regular regular, everyday common-ass no drama-ass nigga I keep these niggas sippin on super dick and advil Punishin they motherfuckin ass and keepin it dat real Ain't nothin you can do to keep a nigga off the score board It's fourth and four - FUCKIN RIGHT I'M GOIN FOR IT!!! [Chorus:4x] Jump, round, jump Jump, Jump Jump, round, jump watcha wanna do?! watcha gonna do?! LET ME KNOW GIRL, JUMP, JUMP!!! |
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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
Mothafuckin' murderer x2
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 x3 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 heavenly father but ?your will? to bring them tears to her eyes 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 x4 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! Motherfuckin' Murderer x6 |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
Uhh, what uhh poof, fuck, jump round jump Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch C'mon jump, jump jump round, jump jump I ain't got no mo ass left BITCH I rapped it off You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off What in the fuck is you thinkin? You can't do shit if you stankin!!! Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done I give a fuck what you bringin Cuz my dick still gon' be swangin Hike nigga, hut one, nigga want some?! You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!! Ain't nuttin to fuck ya up, representin where I come from Fronts and brown blunts, you oughta get down some Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em Valiums and speed but we don't do weed Steroids and alcohol, still a fuckin athlete Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock Bout to run the rock home In the pocket on the field, without gettin touched!!!! Yo' ace boom coon in the hole in the clutch [ :] Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!!! Watcha wanna do?! Watcha gonna do?! Let me know girl, jump, jump!!! You get tackled by the style I'm usin Cuts and lacerations, broken bones, and open sores I got all of my adversaries cruisin for a brusin with contusions Ripped spleens, sprained ankles, and broken nose I'ma bust the microphones I rip on I step on the stage and get my grip on That's when you get stiff armed It's on and I'm the shit homes!!!! My alter-ego and its cool when I talk to P I'm the center of attention, topic of the discussion I fucked around and lost count of bitches I put the dick on They fuckin call me the home-town hero I'm off the heezy, I'm the reason for this pimp rap!! It's understood they already know without me sayin nothin So stuck on myself sometimes it's like I ain't got no mind It's been like that since these niggas been down here wearin badges I say fuck it dawg and go for the crowd like the goal line!! [ ] Nigga you just like ten yards, always the first down Be the first motherfucker off the bus but be the last nigga to clown Ol' sometime ass nigga ol' fake regular regular, I keep these niggas sippin on super dick and advil everyday common-ass no drama-ass nigga Punishin they motherfuckin ass and keepin it dat real Ain't nothin you can do to keep a nigga off the score board It's fourth and four - FUCKIN RIGHT I'M GOIN FOR IT!!! Jump, Jump [ : ] Jump, round, jump Jump, round, jump watcha wanna do?! LET ME KNOW GIRL, JUMP, JUMP!!! watcha gonna do?! |
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from Shaft (샤프트) by David Arnold [omnibus, ost] (2000)
(Mystikal)
Listen!...Listen!...huh...Listen! Government got it where u can't do shit no mo' The water ain't no good, the grass don't grow Never mention schools ain't safe no mo' killing in the 1st grade six years old Ask yo self this, In what kind of world is that to raise yo children Then again it really don't matter, where you gone go, you still gotta live it Let's face reality, stop talking bout peace that's a thing of the past But then again that's a bald face lie, cause a few years ago you was hanging my ass ??? no presidents, sometimes the whole world just pressed up against me Think about it, young black man, come up set up for penitentary Do the math, all on you, choose yo path, be a leader, pray for strength Know when to cap and when to blast Get back on track, we damn near got past crack, then every dope dealer got snatched back, we all wit the black on black That's sad, Is it really in our nature what make it so bad But I ain't no better then the rest of ya'll, plus I came up in a house wit out no dad I knew that you left, ??? ??? you didn't won't to But that how it is, Lord help us, You know what we going through Hook: It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, that's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get it together, but some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow (Mystikal) Somebody tell me what you get in a relationship with nothing but silence, silence We ain't married so we can't get divorced so the only thing left is domesticated violence When a man uses a woman to take out his problems He abuses that woman, then man must recognize his assignment We got two kids and you pregnant again so how can we profit That's BULLSHIT! That ain't no reason to pull her arm out the socket Baby I'm so sorry, you know that I luv you and didn't wanna hurt you When I put my hands on ya, I was wrong so I don't deserve ya I never thought I'd see the day when they scrap a nigga when they talk about 'em on the t.v. Now my sister flipping in the grave, cause that's a cheap ??? and I know this can't be me Lord help her forgive me, God give me my purpose Jesus break this chains, you know this a vintage circle But I got my trust in you, I know there will be light at the end of the tunnel I done been in many situations, she was there each and everyone of 'em Keep me humble, I wanna take time out write down and thank ya, thank ya Trying to make it wit out you is something we can't do Hook: It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, that's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get us together, but some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow (Mystikal) Lord tell them you difference between having eternal life or forever burn, burn Lord tell em you was wit me when I had my accident and my truck started flipping and turnin', When it feel like I was dying from the moment of impact, we rolled ten times I was down on my best, that fool came on my side of the line But when the truck did finally stop moving I was just fine My little brother that was on the passenger said must of got hurt cause he was unconscious We done had our tradegy's, we was just talking so this can't be happenin' But before I could say anything else, I saw the helicopter and the ambulance My little brother came back through, first thing he said was, "What is going on" But the next thing he said was, "watch over me lord and keep me strong" And right then and there, I knew every thing was gone be alright But we ain't promised nothing So thank you my lord for saving his life Hook: 2x until fade It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, that's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get it together, but some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow |
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from Blade (블레이드) by Mark Isham [ost] (1998)
Come here.
I got sumthin to tell you. I don't know how to explain it... but, I'm different. You crazy? Naw, I ain't. I'm just saying. I'm, I'm not like you. I'm not like others. It's like I've been here before. (Verse One) 504's the dope name, I don't play MY RHYME GON BANG! Make the 8 for the pape, light the flame Ignite like propane No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade!) No guards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thang I'm giving you bitches sumthin vicious Got em falling to pieces like porcelain dishes I'M DIRTY! I get all the way down to the ground, BITCH, WHAT!? Memorize this by the pitch, by the book... I DON'T GIVE A F**K! I was blamed to BLOW! Ground rebucked! Stay here... LAY DOWN AND GET F**KED! Nigga, you underneath me, out my entries Out my entries, I can count a hundred thousand pennies every century Look at that, look at that, look at that, GET BACK! I get very scary like the Gatlin... BITCH, WHAT'S HAPPENING!? I rip tracks and pop tapes I'm so popular, they just gosta rock what I spray It's time I gotta watch what I say! I get surprised when sumthin from round the crocodiles play Oh, won't be nothin'! I make em say, "Aw, give it to me, don't be that way!" I'm telling ya, I'm cutting into ya w/ the music I been doing this shit, I'm highly trained on how to use it The objective supply the proper perspective Tacky or selective, maximum effective Narcoleptic, brine neglected It just don't get no cooler, if I don't perfect it Y'all niggaz couldn't pop a rubber band on my brain Chopping and slicing with the edge of the blade! (Chorus: KLC) The Blade! (24X) (Wesley Snipes) There are worse things out tonight than vampires. (N'Bushe Wright) Like what? (Wesley Snipes) Like me! (Verse Two) I turn a sucka into a supper! They gotta suffer! Bout a had enough, that's why I'm coming! COME ON, F**KER! I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired They can't hide from the pain 'cause the noise won't stop They don't stand a ghost of a chance, but they try A side of my mind tell me to get em Bloody side, lettin it ride Even when a couple hundred years go by They still gone bite and I'm still gone fly Yes, five fingers around they necks I run thru your back and come out your chest You moving too fast, forgot to brace yourself AW SHIT! Here it come, nigga, brace yourself! Oh my God! Don't worry, I'm a get ya, it don't matter how I put it Let me say sumthin, let me talk in the telly Let me stand as tall as the fellas You would, if you could, but you don't git up off it I'm the hand on the hammer, on the nail, in the coffin I'm marching to a different drummer At the head of the parade, I'm the edge of the blade! (Chorus: KLC: 32X) (KLC saying "Blade" w/ marching sounds till fade) Mystikal appears courtesy of No Limit / Jive Records, 1998. Posted by Shy-Stee JB |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
Master p: yo silk where you at nigga?
Silk the Shocker: I"m right here nigga whas' happenin'? Master p: Nigga they be some bustaz that be after us, ya heard Mystikal: Say nigga what you mean bustaz? Master p: Man nigga these bustaz tryina hate us and shit Mystikal: Shit, nigga we'll take they asses out Master p: Nigga you know it Rap 1(Master p) Yo i aint gon' let no busta jump me ima knock his ass on tha floot before he can plead that nigga gonna hit so bad he gon' bleed shit yall niggaz best beleive me (Mytsikal) uh huh hell yeah 504 is here bustin up niggaz that dont give a fuck bustin up niggaz that wont give it up (Silk the Shocker) nigga i had to put up wit this shit before and shit nigga this fuckin bullshit aint gon happen no more i beat yo motherfuckin ass you whore so dont kock at my motherfuckin door (lil romeo) romeo right here them bustaz actin queer when i break the beer and i shoot da deer they aint come near cuz i am here chorus them niggaz aint got shit them niggaz aint got it them niggaz actin pretty stupid them niggaz tryina make some new shit Rap 2 (Fiend) ima kill yall hataz thas fo fure you aint fuckin wit us stupid ass ho lets bust it up on 4 1 2(wha) 3 and 4 here we are knockin at your door now give us the dough stupid ass ho (Master p) sing the chorus one more time and nigga stay away from that ho she mine chorus x8 (Master p) this shit some 504 boy shit nigga some no limit record ha ha ha ha ah ha ha word up (snoop dogg) bow wow wow thas some mutherfuckin shit and how keep it korupt music fade |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
Tight Whips
(Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips everyday Hustling to make the paper but thats ok (504) They say that choppa's actin funny He aint hollar in a day He gots his top down On his new Z-28 (Hollar atcha boy) but the 8 of us aint But they like my rims (sprewell) But when i stop they keep running away Im doin 80 in the ***lightning*** Duece tre's on shine Dem cops done pulled me over but my rims done blinded 'em. Plus i got 4 models in the back of my truck 18 inch bazookas bumpin my stuff Wakin the block (Master P) Call me ghetto Bill cause my seats they be gucci And when i roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash bad Futuristic Kidded up like im batman Represent the pro-jects, T.V. when i roll that Gambling for a car note hope i dont blow that Whoooooo (Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok (504) We Roll the big body bens, and the navigator In the hood servin drinks like im a resturant waiter Blue lights on that jag cause i love the shine Keep me by my shortys house cause we off the vibe I aint payed the car note in about 3 months Id rather spend my paper on henny and blunts Even when the truck stop them things keep constatly spinnin Ima 504 Boy so im constalty winnin (Youngstar) Roll around on tight whips catch me on the night shift Im just a youngsta I rolls without a liscence My dawgs is trifiling homie you can bite wind First one in the hood and the block wit the ice rims My seats be piped out T.V's wit the lights sound Had this blinking when i passed tried not to wipe out Dash wit the wood grain Still in the hood maan Catch me on lean, car clean, we doin big things (Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok (504) The way we do it she still wit her man but she gonna turn around Bently a bucket what chick in her right mind gonna turn it down Its like no limit city we obey no laws This parkin lot pimpin cars changin colors these boys go hard (Master P) We leave the tags on the window bought it cause its worth about a 100 V-12 remote control Chee-Chee engine runnin P.Miller Throwbacks wit the convertable shift Candy paint starburst wit the iced out chip Yokohama tires whoodie but i only got 3 No limit boys we thuggin out we get a hot one next week (Lil Romeo) Im rich charlie my dad and im rollin on drops Pull the screamers to the curb i think i saw the cops They call me richy rich I got my name in the seats X-box in the front and in the back DVD got T.V's and a headrest for them big wide screens Got the navigation system wit a phone inbetween Rollin a coupe wit the top down when i go outdoors We ride on whole days around here got 24's (Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok (Magic) Shodey-loony-loony-loony lomp-bomp-be-da High on life just want to drive fancy cars They keep on lookin boy to see who we are The new No Limit Ghetto su-superstar (504) I got that flip flop paint on My ram air thang on The nose on my hood just like my ride stay pissed off I roll through your hood they ask me do my car lift off Like if it was made out of spaces, my 20's go criss-cross T-BO Gold grill glisens these chicks call me Mr. Cleana fire cracker Big ballin is the thing you never seen Im sippin lean public playin on 6 T.V screens Interer green 24's but they know it aint no thang Haa (Master P) We ghetto fab. Let the bling bling show Driveway like a dealership dont walk no more We willin out all day all night Cause this is my life, my life, my life (Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
[Chorus](Master P) &[Krazy]
(Them boys on that block holla) Whoop Whoop (Them girls that got it hot holla) Whoop Whoop (If you runnin' from the cops holla) Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop [Master P] Call me the trash man cause I put it up in bags Whodi owe me money, I'ma bust his fuckin' ass I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper so pass the Dr. Fishner Hit me on the 2Way whodi I get witcha Put in on the stove bake it like a pie Take it to the hood slang it for 16-5 When niggaz snortin' that boy they be passin' that girl Wrap it up in ziplock, bag it up as furl Send money to the pen, Mac & C be home soon Bitches start snitchin' I'ma send 'em to the moon I can sell a hoe a dream, front a hustla weight I could never fall off I'm the GHETTO BILL GATES!! [Chorus] [Curren$y] These little niggaz can't take it anymore I push thru the club iced out low key wit my P.Miller velour Hoes breakin' down the doors uhn Because the 504 Boyz here, they can't wait til' we get on It's Curren$y the muthafuckin' rookie of the year This ain't the WNBA ain't no pussy's over here Yeah I'm makin' figgas fuckin' wit the Ghetto Bill In a truck wit some rims that's bigger than ferris wheels holla [Chorus] [Krazy] See this No Limit Army nigga, that's my click See the hoe that you tongue kissin' use to be my bitch See these thangs that I'm slangin' nigga, they call bricks An this brown shit I'm sniffin' nigga, it got me sick An this big truck I'm pushin' nigga, my tight whip Wit a chopper layin' on the seat, that'll make you flip My alias believe me Doc Holiday If it's beef, I'm like aids I never go away [Chorus] [Master P] I might let somethin' slide but I won't forget Tell Double XL(XXL) they could suck my dick I might be country but I'm ghetto rich An when it comes to grindin' I started this shit I put the G in ghetto nigga call me ghetto fab Started wit some quarters then I flipped it to some halves Put the coke in Coca Cola, no bakin' soda Call me Pistol P cause I slang them granolas [Chorus] [T-Bo] Bitch them thangs just got dropped off, the blocks hot like hot sauce So puff puff keep passin' & I promise yall they not lost Convicted felons load your weapons, they tryna knock ya top off For braggin' to them hatin' bitches bout how much your watch cost Loose lips sank ships bitch so watch what you sayin' It's the New No Limit baby they got us under survelance An the Feds ain't playin' they kickin' down doors daily Ain't this a bitch I just got off probation [Chorus] [Magic] I'm tryna get me a whole chicken, chop it down into dimes Then flip that bitch quicker than I can flip these rhymes Now I'm on two birds I'ma flip one more time An I'm on top done left you bitch niggaz behind I'm grindin' I'm hustlin', don't trust me when I'm broke An I don't discrimanate I want the money & the dope You better hope I wear a mask out or things'll get bloody Four to ya tummy real messy & ugly [Chorus] [Master P] If you east coast thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you west coast thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you midwest thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you down south hustlin' holla {whoop whoop} |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
hello yes this is mr. jones from moter credit can i speak to mr.miller please dad some guy from moter credit wants you master p:tell him im not here my dad said he not here well tell him if he wants to keep on holding that benz he need to make a payment. |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
[Chorus - 2x]
My life is sweet You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee Custom made Bentleys, t.v.s, mink seats Make them scream wha-wha [Curren$y] Cars and shut it down any set, first dude in the city To have Intevet, equipped with the Internet Performance chip is faster than any jet I'm down the block, and you ain't even start your engine yet I use to hustle on the block for rent Met P and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks wanna get with me Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City [Chorus - 2x] [Afficial] Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package I leave the country cause Paris cooler Fall back and take a day off like Farris Bueler Young punks I'm the ruler, you follow my lead Slow down I been doing this, the product of speed Can't roll but I'm a weed blower, I get my ki's lower 16-5 a few weeks, I'll have a green roller [Afficial] I thought I told you the flow don't stop And it ain't No Limit on the stage if the show don't rock You can still catch me up in them clubs In that 2K3 Yukon sitting up on them dubs Since they wanna know about my whip I'ma tell em like this, I got enough keys to start a dealership Now how they think they floss toys When we in places, so far from home they call us the Lost Boys [Chorus - 2x] [Afficial] When I go to the lot, they call me Connect Four Cause I bought four cars on the road, with four doors Spend another mill, put diamonds on the grill Push a button, and my gun pop out the steering wheel It's real, stack dough and make more While you cats come up slow like Lamborgini doors You might see me in a Range, you might see me in a Porsche I get paid every month like child support [Krazy] Luxury, I love that bird it's easy Lift it out, but still a Jag can't please me But a 6, without the rims is cheesy Like a bitch, I like my tires breezy The spinners, on my Navi to tease me With a sunroof open, it's kind of breezy With a tank on my neck that just might freeze me I'm scared of a Viper, she'd like to see that [Master P] You ever ate a cheeseburger, on a million dollar plate Flew to Paris or France, just to get away Like to party, so we buy the club Every whip that we drive, be on 24's or dubs The new Hummer, had it before it came out 200 and 50 G's, I put it in my mouth Bought a mansion whodie, just to make music Like the President got a jet and don't even use it When it comes to ghetto balling, there is none higher Get a supermodel for a banker, two million dollar wires In the winter whodi, we sleep on mink coats In the summer we on the water putting chandeliers and boats My cousin get athlete money, and don't even ball My son's only 12, and he could buy the mall Call me Ghetto Bill, cause I love the cheese I don't gangbang, my favorite color is green [Chorus - 2x] |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
(talking)
504 i solemnly swear that I'll snitch Or testify on any of my homies That's the code to the streets, ya heard me What's up Krazy, we in here The New No Limit, code to the streets baby (Chorus) Could you tell me where my niggas at In the pen, or the grave I'd never figure that Could you tell me Lord what triggered that I guess these project bricks got a nigga trapped (Krazy) As I inhale the weed, tears dropping as I leave the cemetery My nigga's in the ground now, damn this life is scary Try to hold in my pain, I drink till I'm buried This henessey got me gone, my eyes are blurry Face to face with reality, my dog is gone For them bitch niggas that did it, I finger f**k my chrome And my dogs in the penn, doing fifty to life I'm a soldier till I die, mutherf**k 3 strikes I remember b-balling with my niggas for fun If I bust then you bust, I gave you my gun Telly, dog you know I miss you, I still got love Just to be the man you was, I'd probably drink your blood (Chorus - 2x) (Master P) Kevin Miller you gone, but you always missed C and Mac locked up, but we still a click Received letters from the penn, homies feel my pain 25 caught ten, man it's just a game When DEA and the persecutors know my lawyer See our skin tone is black, so our time is borrowed I'm in a cell with three killas, so unleash the beast And the judge send a word about cop a plea They say we angry cause we can't breathe, uneducated Facing life so it's strike three, independent Slanging records call us coke dealers C-Murder innocent trapped, and we gon fight it so the world gon feel us (Chorus - 2x) (Krazy) Lord please accept my nigga mail Did my homie sell his soul to get out of jail I heard my nigga Mac finally gon make bail We bouncing hot boy, thugging trying to make mail, the drought is hell For my dogs still slang for livings Thank God Black Jesus is forgiven I try to tell my little homies, ain't no love on the streets But my niggas don't hear shit, when it's time to eat And these soldiers, will bust your head if you slipping I feel like my dog P, nigga I ain't tripping A dopefiend at 14, look what the game done did him I can hear his mama scream as the chopper hit him (Chorus - 2x) |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
Intro: (Master P)
Yeah nigga, don't let this rap shit fool ya I just like to play the backfield... but ya know what We even mo' dangerous wit' money... We like the Taliban nigga The New No Limit is an army and we gonna ride til' we die [Chorus x2]: Krazy Y'all niggas wanna hate on me (on me) My soldiers time to die for me (for me) Hold ya guns to the sky (sky) The New No Limit we gon' ride (ride) [Verse 1]: Choppa I'm like a fiend when he's cracked out beggin' for mercy On my knees, baby Jesus, please don't hurt me All the lies I done took in this world of mine Snortin' coke, feelin' like I'm walkin' through time Open my casket at my funeral, I see my face I'm like Richard Prior, wonderin' why, I had to be based It's all a dream but I still, I can feel the bullets Lookin' at this young nigga that had the nuts to pull it No remorse, for me, I can feel a head wound The room is cold, in there, I can see my tomb I see my son and my daughter and they cryin' with tears Heaven or Hell, a real nigga don't show no fear [Chorus x2] [Verse 2]: Master P To my niggas in the pent. I feel your pain And to my niggas in the street we still strapped and chained Middle fingers up to New Orleans I hope C and Mac get a motherfuckin' pardon I'm on the block thuggin' with my niggas gettin' paper I don't give a fuck about you hoes or you haters CP3 is what a nigga fuckin' rep G Double X-L y'all hoes don't wanna test me Cuz I ride wit' my niggas, I roll wit' killas I'm a thug 'til I die, smoke weed, make scrillas (UGGH!!) It's The New No Limit we gon' scream it Nigga don't say it if you don't fuckin' mean it Cuz I'm a thug, my daddy he's a thug My son gon' be a thug, and I'ma die a thug [Chorus x2] |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
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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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
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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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
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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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
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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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
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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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
[Master P] Woman like my momma Ain't no woman like my momma (11X) Sharin liquor with the homies, reminiscin bout the old days Cookin dinner in your kitchen listenin to the Bar-Kays When I got suspended momma, you taught me the rules When I was sick, you came got me from school And even though, I never had a daddy Momma took me where I need to go in a old school caddy And even though times were hard momma made sure the rent was there A single parent on welfare but momma kept her kids neat, that's why we understand And we couldn't fold name brands And momma even rode the Greyhound to see her little man, when he was locked down And even though I life the STREET LIFE Momma prayin for her baby, hope he get his mind right It feel good to see momma on top I told you if I make it momma you won't be forgot [Chorus: repeat 2X] [singers] Momma life ain't cool [Master P] Ain't no woman like my momma [singers] Tell me what would I do without you [Master P] Ain't no woman like my momma [Mystikal] I thank God, for keeping you strong, but you keep me strong Things'd be different if, momma wasn't home Who gon' fix the grits and eggs and smoked sausage Teach me and love me and raise me and watch me Who gon' lift my spirits when I get sad? I was seven years old when I lost dad Discipline me when I need a stain whip on my ass Who gon' take the slack and carry the load? Trying to accept the fact but I was too young to understand Make ends meet while in the grocery stores? that had me happy on my birthday and merry at Christmas? Who's the single parent to me and my big sister Stood by and didn't leave, just because Who took care of us, did everything for us? we was yours, she was ours Who was still sweet when everything went sour? You mom! [Chorus] [Silkk the Shocker] I couldn't imagine gettin this far, without you Even when the bills was due, you found a way to come through Even though we didn't have money, we seemed rich You was side by side when I was sick We had each other me and my sisters and brothers, forget the other shit Early in the morning, cooking eggs and grits You was the first one up, but you was the last one sleepin Couldn't live our life for us so, let us know Made sure we had somethin to eat, last one to eatin Wanted to tell us, but you had to just, let us grow Gettin older now, soon have to, let us go Didn't know how to tell you how much you meant to me We was goin through some things momma but you never, let it show And I only get one of you so I, cherish the times So I wrote that line So wherever you at, I hope you doin fine You did so much for me then, I'll do the same for you in time [Chorus] [Chorus w/o Master P]
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
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 I yell, "Somebody help me!" But ain't nobody pay em The curtains and the walls all indulged in flames I try my best to put it out then I said, "Fukkit!" Break, full speed to the back door, one room away Knew I that I did done some things that I shouldn't of But the faster and harder I ran it seemed like the longer I took I knew I didn't come into Sunday service like I could have Prayin, "Please God spare me; I don't wanna cook!" 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! [6X] 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 "Call them people to me" tell them send the fire engine I done been in some fucked up shit but this the worst I ever been in 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 I can't see, I can't see, I'm BLIND!! Somethin went {WHOOSH} and everything went black 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 made it! I'm still alive! I'm still the man! I smashed through the back door like a ram Out the house but still I got fire on my clothes Started goin wild on the ground tryin to get the flames out my shirt So I stopped, dropped, and rolled dick rolled 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 Get out the way cause everything I touch turn crispy Runnin over cars to the 12th Ward wall 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! [4X] Hello? Somebody get the fuckin fire off me! HELP! Sparks like aluminum foil, in the microwave oven Can't you see what's hap-pe-nin? Where them fuckin people? SOMEBODY DO SOMETHIN! Nobody wanna listen, everybody was scatterin Don't you see the smoke? Can't you hear the cracklin? 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?" But the shit don't seem to be harming me I heard them motherfuckin sirens, hollerin He was right by now they should be embalming me Damn this must have been a bad dream the whole ? I guess they finally got the people to me, they must have saw me Huh, cause they was headed right for me And said, "You just been put out, the fire went away!" A fireman walked up, and handed me a tape
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
Mystikal: Ugh camera rolling
Shouldn't a did that Me and Busta Rhymes Busta Rhymes:Busta Rhymes and Mystikal Nigga Ha ha ha ha hahahaha in a perminent sleep Aint many of these niggas coming harder than me Flip Mode, No Limit, who you thought it would be? Chorus: Mystikal/Busta Rhymes(Busta Rhymes mimics Mystikal) Wacha This for my live bitches Busta Rhymes: Contact we will bomb that All I know is 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 de 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 Chorus 2 Mystikal: 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 They frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox Chorus 3 |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
[Mia X] [Mystikal] You sho' you ready? (Fuckin right.. nigga what?!) MC.. (Whoa) This is your motherfuckin time nigga, you ready? (Huh bro?) Fuck that mask we don't need no mask they know who we is anyway! What we gon' do, is go in here, handle our business Take everything and break out You feelin me? [gun cocks] [Mia X] Well let's let them niggaz have it We got the clout in this bitch so don't be fuckin around This is a stick, up, MC's lay it down Got the rap game locked, spittin what they feelin Makin all the money, got em say we rackateering Y'all fearing No Limit, black owned and operated Uncle Tom's and Lil' Sambo's get annihilated Y'all ain't tolerated, cause only soldiers ride with T-R-U On the Tank full of lyricists, hustlers, and gorillas Killers, and we do what we gotta do to make it happen All action, all cappin, fuck yappin Mappin, out the industry, gon' blow this joint and take the royalties, the publishin and all the points right with us It's the Black Prince and the Biggest Mama Shootin sparks from the top of the Billboard charts Watch out now, don't nobody move, cause you gon' lose Then we takin everything, cause we brought the right tools [ Chorus: Fiend [repeat 2X]] Give it up, give it up, or get fucked up It's gon' happen point blank range, so don't even duck We lust to bust, turnin bitches to dust Black Prince in this bitch with the Biggest Mom of em all Always your ass if you don't give it up [Mystikal] Out of sight, when we unite, like killers and George Slowly, unlock the safe on the wall Stop disrespectin the pistol I'm pointin at y'all Cut up that fuckin remake, and give me that sample Buck buck! Get down, get on your face or get handled Bitch keep still 'fore I make an example Bag the loot then, cover the camera Give me the fuckin recoup, you 'sposed to be payin me! Snatch a fuckin hostage then run out with the manager Fuck it, gotta have my paper, fortune and fame Lay it down so the bitches won't forget my name! [GUN FIRES] Listen close motherfucker If you don't meet my demands, this nigga gon' suffer This ain't no fucking game, and ain't none of this funny If you want this nigga to live, then gimme your company! [ Chorus ] |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
I'm in the land.. L.A. land of the sticky Sup? Show y'all niggaz some shit What ch'all niggaz know bout that purple weed nigga? It's that sticky, that bud Indo, hydro Open up the window, I'm bout to blow! That fire shit Nigga what ch'all, what ch'all got what ch'all got to roll em up? Nigga straight, ?, the Dutches and the Black n Milds? Packwoods? Garcia Vegas? Straight chocolate Phillies? Y'all niggaz don't know nuttin about them Corolas Ha yeah, J.O.B., one point five [Mystikal] Light it, hit it, hold it, pass Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end Take the Phillie out and roll it up! Puff puff blow it up! See some of y'all niggaz be talkin about blowin but can't handle the doja Gettin sleepy n shit, quittin all early Bitch you ain't no smoker! Y'all must think used to hittin that dirt Me, I ain't got shit else to do the sticks with the brown buds Nigga I'm bout to get FUCKED UP! Two cases of green, optimal burned away and nighttime done turned back to day A.M. done turned to P.M. Feelin sporty in my hotel - spent the whole day gettin LOA-DED! I'm, still smo-kin It's nothin but sticky and nothin but doja Disconnect the smoke detector and It's nothin but smoke til there's nothin to smoke put a wet towel up under the door! Nobody else probably more dope for me, I got the whole tree Leftovers for me, whoo this bitch off the HEE! Button up cause suck em up is a pet peeve First don't put my light in your pocket Second don't wet my god damn weed!! That's just two, before I could get to three and four five and six, I heard a DUM DUM DUM DUM at the do' Evidence all over, I've been doin somethin serious Gotta hide this shit, cause I know that's hotel security He said, "Sorry sir, I don't mean to disturb ya, but I smell smoke!" I played it off, I said, "Come back later I ain't got on no clothes" I ain't goin back Fuck it just went to jail for that shit I done ate an ounce and I'ma flush the rest Cause I ain't goin out like that! Sprayin cologne and cuttin on the shower Tryin to clear it up Worried like a dog but I gotta open the door Fukkit here go nuthin! The do' swung open and some young nigga He said, "I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack!" talkin bout, "What's happenin?" Ain't that a bitch! Boy you betta get your bitch ass up outta here Nigga I'd think you the motherfuckin police I done threw all my motherfuckin weed away Nigga, get your motherfuckin hoe ass up outta here fuckin with you old bitch ass nigga Bitch before I stomp your bitch ass The fuck! Boy this nigga done blew my motherfuckin high |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
Fuckin right I'm hip-hop
I hoe hop, I'm funky as a pair of Reeboks with no socks I'm hot like a nigga watchin a big titty bitch with no bra I'm tight like them twistin up under the 6 with no top I've been up all night Writing like a motherfucker cluck with no clock Been platinum and I'm still stompin Rock jam-packed concerts and bitch filled parties Done had them standin more than a hot comb when I perform Gotta em feelin like they in Saigon when they hear what I got I got funk No Limit legitimate respect the man of power I turn your motherfuckin thunderstorm into scattered showers Yo Bam, bitches can't get down like me and the Pound can, we ain't gotta bring up SoundScan I come into focus when they all starin I turn your fuckin head and, spin your fuckin ball bearings Hit the antenna so they all scatterin Believe that cause I'm tellin you they don't challenge what they can't handle M-Y-S-T-I Smoke spinach, eat chicken, shit bullets, SPIT FIRE I'm above you like the sky Like the clouds like the Gods like the birds and the pilots You know why I'm here, come to say it loud For the one-thousand nine-hundred and nine nine to infinity and BEYOND Now.. now.. now.. now.. bitch Respect my motherfucking mind Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you think Bitch I kill you Respect my fucking mind Fuck what you think, fuck what you feelin Bitch I kill you Respect my mind Fuck what you think, fuck what you feelin Bitch I kill you Respect my fucking mind Bitch I kill you, bitch I kill you I said BITCH I KILL YOU Back-bending, That's That Nigga spinning Y'all done feeling my line before I finish my SENTENCE This m |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
(Ughhhhhh) Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters (Mystikal) I'm movin too fast, doing to much for these niggas Hum bro I get paid to leave the house sideways Bitch stickn out, what I can take it without quessn' You the mutha fuckin coward And I'm the big bad wolf nigga And I'm coming to devoiour Aint nuthin better than money Sex and the power Oh how I love to be on top of the power Fuck I got it to go wit it, clownish out dat back cuttin up telly to telly bouncn' I got 5 women, 4 cars 3 homes and 2 apartments A rolex, 10 leather jackets, And 20 pair of Michael Jordans All in it, front and back wheels spinnin I might not bid to you But I'm the shit in the city Street things, represent the real no lim Razor sharp rhymes penatrating you skin The way I drop Bitch gotta feel them I'm that close Try to stop me from gettn' it (Ughhhhhh) Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters (C-Murder) I make a million dollar dream become reallity without a doubt I get paid for every rhyme coming out my mouth And gangst |
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