Mystikal

Im a political refugee
Thats how the fuck I felt
Birds for the summer
Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint
9 for the thunder
Throw a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit
cash money oilwell
High roller shot caller big boss
Original real nigga
from the start
Head huntin’
price on a nigga tab
Hit ‘em up for playing
with a nigga male
Niggas say I’m better
than Beethoven
To the beat that I rap over
Stay outta that medicine cabinet
Yeah thats what they told me
They giving us piss test
cause we stay rollin’
And know a nigga act
better than a 45
caliber pistol when they loading
They penalize us
tryna slow us down
They constantly fucking us up
Thats why we’re buck wild
Call me porch monkey
call me jigaboo
When you know you wanna fuck
my woman and eat my barbeque
How the fuck you gon’ watch
my house
But don’t wanna live on my street
The ape man told Tarzan
how the fuck you better than me
Rap I run that rock
and got a jump shot
Who we got wife
up in that white house
I took a look and didn’t sell out
I was in the building and
didn’t bail out
Hoping muthafucker
didn’t fail out
Back to the top from
the jail house
Nigga lace ‘em up tie ya shoe
Catch a cut we know what
pressure do
Birds for the summer
Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint
9 for the thunder
Throw a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit
cash money oilwell
High roller shot caller big boss
Original real nigga
from the start
Head huntin’
price on a nigga tab
Hit ‘em up for playing
with a nigga male
Who out c’here fucking with me
huh tell me that
I’m bout to drop that shit
where my pamper at
Try to answer that
or give me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches
shoulda left me where I was at
You dun made that fucking bed
You dun built this fucking castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do
nothing with this little rascal
Yeah nigga what the hell
Talking baby business yeah
Don’t be fucking with me
Cause you wont get off easy
I feel just like Drew Brees
When they kick off football season
How I cut the ref
you can’t stop it from bleeding
Rappers betta leave me
lone if they gon’ keep on
breathing
Now keep on starving and
I’mma gonna keep on eating
And you keep on sucking and
I’mma keep on skeeting
You gon be the one bussing or be
the one fleeing
You better keep on trucking
Aint no muthafucker
trouble this evening
Birds for the summer
Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint
9 for the thunder
Throw a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit
cash money oilwell
High roller shot caller big boss
Original real nigga
from the start
Head huntin’
price on a nigga tab
Hit ‘em up for playing
with a nigga male
Uh aint it crazy how shit be
Thats why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun with the drum
Thats percussion
I just popped a couple pain
pills self destruction
I made something out of nothing
thanks for nothing
I pistol whip ya bitch
knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house
killed everybody no discussion
Rep that muthafucking red flag
like a Russian
Yeah look I told her baby
I’m a thrash her
We kissed I lit her ass up then
I ashed her
No hard feelings no car
dealing but I shuffle my queen
Duffle bag too heavy to
carry to the car
My Mary in a jar
I’m food I let the haters add
a little salt
Thats cool I do it for all the
niggas that try
And all the bitches I’ve fucked
and all my niggas that died
Tunechi
Birds for the summer
Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint
9 for the thunder
Throw a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit
cash money oilwell
High roller shot caller big boss
Original real nigga
from the start
Head huntin’
price on a nigga tab
Hit ‘em up for playing
with a nigga male



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We been holding back to motherfucking long
Nigga fuck the dumb shit
It's time to represent nigga
It's time to represent nigga
It's time to let you niggas now man

I'm the conscious in the toolbox that's coming for the carpenter
I'm the mirror and the comb clipping the scissors that come from the
Barber the godfather
I'm one of the brand new number 2 pencils out the pencil sharpener
I'm the scarlet water out the delta faucet
I'm the rhyming I'm the artist
I'm vomit in the toilet
I'm the comet when it charges
I'm the drama in New Orleans
I'm the vegetables that grow in the garden
All the weeds, dope,and coke at the parties
I'm the M.I.C.H.A.E.L Tyler
I'm the loud blackka, blackka, wakka, wakka coming rom behind yah
I'm the stitches of the shirt that make the polo man trill inside the
Timberland
I'm the bells on trigger man
Who? me that's who
I'm the voice in the microphone coming from the booth
I'm the ground when you think
I'm the file on the shank
I'm the pile in the bank
I'm the round off the tank

I'm that nigga Mystikal
And I'm the Dogg
That's that nigga
I like to hustle and ball
We them niggas
Yeah tru tank dogs
They them niggas
You don't want to fuck wit at all
I'm that nigga Mystikal
And I'm the Dogg
That's that nigga
I like to hustle and ball
We them niggas
Yeah tru tank dogs
They them niggas
You don't want to fuck wit at all
Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga
If you sleeping I'm sneaking buckle up nigga
Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga
If you sleeping I'm tripping buckle up nigga

I'm in a club in New Orleans
Just got finished eating a patch of chicken wings and some collard
Greens
I'm down south in the house straight turning it out
Got bitches in my face and I can slap they mouth
With all the shit that they be tweaking
Nigga be speaking
Game leaking, but I'm streaking
Snoop Dogg ain't leaking
My game tough and tight
See ain't nothing like
This G-shit nigga
LBC shit nigga
I'm feeling I'ma fall of in this club tonight
Where my old lady at, I'm trying to find a fight
In this motherfucker mad drunk, stupid and shit
Ready to take off on this moteherfuckin' trick ass bitch
Old pussy ass nigga olooking at ne strange
Like he don't know what gang I claim
I'ma doggpound gangsta till I fall off the planet
God damnit, don't take it for granted bitch

I'm that nigga Mystikal
And I'm the Dogg
That's that nigga
I like to hustle and ball
We them niggas
Yeah tru tank dogs
They them niggas
You don't want to fuck wit at all
I'm that nigga Mystikal
And I'm the Dogg
That's that nigga
I like to hustle and ball
We them niggas
Yeah tru tank dogs
They them niggas
You don't want to fuck wit at all
Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga
If you sleeping I'm sneaking buckle up nigga
Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga
If you sleeping I'm trippin buckle up nigga

I'm that nigga Mystikal
And I'm the Dogg
That's that nigga
I like to hustle and ball
We them niggas
Yeah tru tank dogs
They them niggas
You don't want to fuck wit at all
I'm that nigga Mystikal
And I'm the Dogg
That's that nigga
I like to hustle and ball
We them niggas
Yeah tru tank dogs
They them niggas
You don't want to fuck wit at all
Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga
If you sleeping I'm sneaking buckle up nigga
Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga
If you sleeping I'm trippin buckle up nigga

Bitch get your mind right mind right, get your mind right [Repeat: x6]
Boot up, or shut up
Pussy ass nigga
Put your set up,or shut up
Bitch ass nigga
Put your set up,or shut up
Bitch ass nigga
Put your set up,or shut up
Bitch ass nigga
Where they at ho [Repeat: x6]

<i>[Master P]</i>
Every soldier got a story to tell

<i>[Fiend]</i>
I done been through it all
Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh)
Put a tank on my block
Fiend gone get the scene hot
Greens and rocks
Burnin' flesh
Have you ever smelled nigga?
Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas
Straight goin' to hell
But livin' the dirty, dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)
Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at
But when I backtracked, (?)
Blast back
Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that
But fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' wars
Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns

<i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i>
Check my war wounds (uggggh)
My war wounds (ugggh)
Every soldier got a story to tell

<i>[Master P]</i>
My adversarys get popped
Got me runnin' from cops
The ghetto life be a dime
Got me carryin' two glocks
My enemies is bad
Chop limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
My evidence is satus with hoes
Bloody Polos
Pullin' in car do's
And cut up Jabos

<i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i>

<i>[Silkk the Shocker]</i>
I'm down tah blast for my homies
And cash for my homies
Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die
If the hood call me
That's why I be hustin' every day
Could you imagine me with no stash?
Like a bank with no cash
Tryna' drive a car with no gas
And fuck one day with no tag?
Shotgun with no class
Window with no glass
Or all you girls with no ass
See I'm a risky rider
Caliope crawler
A Down South Hustla
Plus a head buster from New Orleans
See I gotta be a paid nigga
A made nigga
Be the nigga to bust yo' shit
And the nigga tah be the grave digga
See my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done did
But the move of other niggas that bout it
Feel the shit I do just tah live
See I been scared, popped at, and shot at
But I live an eye for eye
So the enemies I ain't forgot that

<i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i>

<i>[Mystikal]</i>
It's real, shit's real check my war wounds
This here real life, ain't no fuckin' cartoons
I'm the Saudi Arabian death killin' veteran on the tube
Either me or you right here
Come back and hang out in my room
I done shot my rifle, trained to kill
Got blood on my fatiques
Once you in ain't no turnin' back
Lay yo' ass over seas
Might as well handle your business
There's no overcome to this shit
Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga
Don't cry like no bitch
You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga
And fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga
Tell my mama not to worry bout me why I'm gone
If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home
Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest
Tell them muthafuckas that I did my best
Middle finga pointin' sayin' fuck Iraq
If you don't believe me check my combat pack

<i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i>

<i>[Snoop Dogg]</i>
I got a muthafuckin' story to tell
Nigga, nigga what?
A muthafuckin' story to tell (What?)
Fool, I got a muthafuckin' story tah tell
And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well
I shank niggas, bank niggas
Do mo' fo' show
Seven cluckas, fake dough
Stayin' way cut throat
I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms
Up all night gettin' in gun fights
I strike my head on the wall
Seven Eight ward
Eastside, rollin' dubs
Call me big Snoop Dogg
Follow me, and you'll see how Gs move
It's written on my face
I takes my war wounds
Been around drama since me and my mama
Use to listen to oldies
That's why I'm so old G
Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside
When ya'll was learnin how tah sing
I was learnin' how tah bang and ride
Fo' sho' bro, I told yah
Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja
What a story tah tell..

[Treach] No Limit
[Myst.] Naughty!
[Treach] Da bomb Ill
[Myst.] Mystikal!
[Treach] IllTown
[Myst.] Da Big Eazy.. (oh shit) HAH!

Chorus: Treach (2X)

Dirty South, Dirty Jerz, nigga fuck what ya heard
Your talk words don't serve while we slang on the curb
We take it from a fuckin fight to a stage and a mic
If I don't take the limo bitch I'm pushin a bike

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]

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

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

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]

Man these niggas... They might have to learn the hard way. Y'all gon' learn. (Y'all gon' learn!) (Yeah y'all gon' learn!) Mystikal, Snoop nigga, Silkk the Shocker nigga (They gon' learn!) (We gon' teach em!) [Mystikal] [Silkk] Nah! Come on come on (Come on!) Come on nah, come on Come on come on (What, what) Come on (Come on) Nah! I'm quick to bang bang bang, pop pop pop [Mystikal] I'll kick in the fuckin door before I knock knock knock You gon' duck duck duck when I buck buck buck Lay yo shit down, I'm comin to get down Actin bad bad bad and I'm fuckin somethin up To a big eyed, big pussied big bootied bitch I'm cute Count my money, 20,000 dollars times my shoe size when I get down But to a motherfuckin buster I'm a sabretooth I'm comin to get you, ain't no savin you I'm five times stronger than the hate for niggas in the heart of David Duke I turn ya upside down, shake the dope out you I take your style from ya, and your pride from ya and take your high from ya I'll bless ya, way before the ha-choo Can't nobody fuck this bitch up like I do [Chorus:][ X 6] Let's go do it! Nah! [Snoop Dogg] Let's go do it! Let's do it! I'm at my pad actin bad and my bitch got me mad But I'm gon let my khakis sag and continue to mash Blue flag around my head, gold tank on my chest Motherfuck y'all niggas talkin shit out west I'm down south hustlin, crushin, bustin on punk busters When y'all see us, a hundred thousand deep, duck us I know them niggas wanna rush us, but can't touch us What the fuck y'all figure? I keep a can of repellent for you suckers, motherfuckers Dogg Pound crip on mine, and I kill ya Big Snoop Dogg, yeah I'm still that same old nigga Gang bangin, P don't mind, I feel ya If you cross that line, it's a thin line Between the nine millimeter and that hairline Real niggas feel us, especially them bonafide cold hard killers Trigger, nigga, cap peelers and drug dealers With all that jaw jackin you bitch ass niggas keep yappin Now I know y'all niggas don't want us to get things crackin Let's go do this Mystikal, what the fuck we waitin for nigga? I'm slappin niggas in they face for the nine eight [Chorus] [Silkk] Get up, like a robbery, nigga fuck fuck Y'all don't want no problems with us us That's real cuz after I rob a nigga, what what Problem here, let them niggas go, followed by a buck buck So forget what you sayin nigga fuck you and fuck who you with You shoulda know motherfuckers, who you were fuckin with Silkk the Shocker motherfucker, that's my last time Made Man, motherfucker, little brother of the Last Don Niggas talkin about you got beef with this nigga All hoods talkin about you better have a meet with this nigga Cuz that's that nigga, (Who?) That's that nigga How could I beef with this nigga? (Who you talkin about?) Everybody talkin about I can sleep with my heat, I can even sleep with a freak (That's him?) That's that nigga I can do a lot of things, I just can't sleep with no beef Like you can't eat with no teeth you can't rob the police Just like you can't cook with no heat When I get to comin, ain't no comin wet When I get to bustin, fuck all y'all, ain't no comin back See you shoulda known, I wasn't scared of no nigga All Mystikal and Snoop gotta say is one thing Talk about, let's go get em [Chorus till fade]

[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]

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

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)

(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

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)

[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 ]

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.

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

A tell me what's your name? [Mystikal] MC Mystikal [Fiend] What's your alias? [Mystikal] I'm the prince of the South [Fiend] What's your thing? [Mystikal] I ain't playing with your bitch ass [Fiend] So boy what'd you say? [Mystikal] Here I go here I go Bitch I'll backslap or backstab after that kidnap a whack rap [Mystikal] Bring it louder if you coming to rap Your arms to short your legs to small I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog Break it in two and TRU so do By myself I can take you and you and you and you Straight forward like Kerri Kittles Nigga's head bob very little Gooder than a whole hand full of skittles Evil with feedback when I turn on the mic I'm the spritz that has to "Chsssss" when you open your Sprite No fight no war no brawl y'all ain't ready When they see me their eyes get big arms get sweaty [Mystikal] Enough to go around you know exactly how it go down In house uptown big boys throw down Out of control ballers from Bagwood back to New Orleans If it'll make ya feel good that's what you can call it [Mystikal] What's your name!? [Mac] Mac the Don, motherfucker [Mystikal] What's your alias? [Mac] Shell Shocked nigga [Mystikal] What's your thing? [Mac] Murder murder murder murder [Mac] Wooooaaaaah [Mystikal] Nigga what'd you say? [Mac] Who rocks it? I play the plug you play the socket Y'all got your pieces nicked lets cock it Y'all niggas fail so now y'all trying to jock it Now how I get your open knock and lock it My formula's trill (watch it watch it) These fake ass niggas are blocking With niggas with them ill times are rocking He lifts and cocked it Suckers are toxic I'm all about what's falling in my pocket I'll be the one they wanna share that cock with Your just that nigga that they wanna shock with You never hit it told your niggaz you did it You probably ate it Laid back and masturbated Take them fake wood strips off the side of you ride Cause real niggas keep their war on the inside that's money with pride Shell shock niggas We on the block niggas Fiend cocked in 98 We bought more figures and triggers We be murder murder too So have my money or have my shit And oh tell your little sister to stay up off my dick! [Mystikal] What's your name!? [Fiend] Capitol F-I-E-N-D [Mystikal] What's your alias? [Fiend] I'm Mr. Get it on Jones [Mystikal] What's your thing? [Fiend] I'm the one that call the Shotti [Mystikal] What'd you say? [Fiend] Whomp Whomp! Whomp whomp whomp! [Fiend] I'm the decided private miscontorting to fire on me Bringing you extra clips and jeans favorite style's sareen Mr. Get it on Jones I noticed I didn't drop the phone If it's on then it's on Mister stay loaded up the zone I stay rolling on some chrome Mr. Bad ass nigga ?????????????????? My verbal class can kill ya I'm a mad man killer Warning no hommie can turn ya to thugs and drug dealers So what the fuck up nigga Expect me to be discrete Ya have ????? can't beat a handicapped Well you bitches beneath me like athletes feet as for me I mastered the art of MC It was all before BC Wanna see me? cutting on over to quicker death Close your eyes and hold your breath Bet you niggas are set for ghettos soon to be junk That whore pushing that store Got lyrical ???? up I'm Mr. War war [Mystikal] What's your name? [Silkk] Silkk the Shocker! [Silkk] Mister! [Mystikal] What's your alias? [Silkk] I'm a made man nigga! [Mystikal] What's your thing? [Mystikal] Nigga what'd you say? [Silkk] AAAAAAHHHHHH! [Silkk] (Mister!) Mister hang with real thugs Mister's real blood Mister shoot real slugs Mister don't shoot blanks I never feel shit except from the ghetto And I don't feel love Nigga I'm out there pissed without this nook I see a club Mister hit your block Mister hit your spot Nigga what? Mister you better duck the fuck down or Mister's getting shot Come and get me Come on come with me I'm gonna find you some hurting I drop flies that hurt the same time I hit the horn street man tries to hurt me Let me negotiate my contract on the beach he got me some ends Look turned 19 look nigga I got me a Benz You know me see that nigga gonna flock with the rocks in his hands He ain't worth a cop just to block his rocks and then ran I check my flow last year only got better So cold now if it's hot I can still rock leather Mister ain't NO L-I-M-I- to the T (That's Mac that's Fiend, Mystikal your Silkk the Shocker) Yeah that's me! [Silkk] What's your name? [Mystikal] MC Mystikal [Silkk] What's your alias? [Mystikal] I'm the prince of the South [Silkk] What's your thing? [Mystikal] I ain't playing with your bitch ass [Silkk] What'd you say? [Mystikal] The mans right here

Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da(MC's)
Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da(Yaah)
Yaah(say what) (8x)
Break my joint cut my tongue off if I aint tight
Put a bullet in my head take my life and let me die
If I aint fie
Cut me up feed me to the roaches let me rot up
If I dont rot
Let me go to hell burn sizzlin and simmer
If I dont deliver
Pull my hair out
If I sell out
Bury me on my stomach without no droors on at all
If I dont go off
Or either lethal injection or straight electricity
Let the garbageman pick me up and then get rid of me if I loose
creativity
Let me get forced into sexual activity
Let me get turned put by fish stank freaks if I dont fall to the
upmost of my ability
Take my head if I say there aint no feelin
Stop sellin my record,give me the money back,nigga if I dont sell at
least a million
Cut my dick off if I get down
Dont get off
Crush my spine and cave my chest in
If I cum under a nymphovestin
If I aint bad for my age,and kick half my size
Close my fuckin eyes
If you can stop me from saying or
keep me from playin
Yaah(say what) (15x)
Da,Da,Da,Da
Snamp my pencil,dislocate my fingers,and jam my thumb
I aint gonna write nomore,tear my favorite strip clothes
If it dont explode
Take my bless,baptized,holy ghost,christian soul
If it take left in the year of playin my records and tapes before
theyt can say my shit ole
Or if it dont,bang,take me out the game,call me out my name,
put me out my house, beat me out my chain
Let em leave my bomb,and tell em I received my doom
When I'm dead,read bitch ass nigga in the ground,written across my
tomb
Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees dont bloom
Put me in a sunny cause my air supply give these niggas breat

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!

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

[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]

[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!!!

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

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

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

Black Mobb

(Whoosh!) Lawd! Damn! Shit! Errrrrnnn!
Whoooohooo Shhhiit! Lawd
(Whoosh!) Got damn gurl, good graciousness
Mmm,mmm,mmm

(What!)I know you waitin' fo my album ta drop
I know you waitin' fo my album ta drop(slide and do da pussy pop)
I know you waitin' on dat album ta drop
I know you waitin' on dat album ta drop(slide and da da pussy pop)

(Bitch!)Put ya hands on it, Uh handstand fo' me
Turn around, pop it like a ace band fo' me
Do whatcha can fo' me, know how to dance show me
Speed it up, be a cell, broadband fo' it
Shake dat thang woman, I'm breakin' bread woman
Do whatcha can, dance, this yo last chance woman
Got plans woman, you gotta man woman(What!)
Whatchu talkin bout, the man right chea woman(Whoosh!)

Buss it open fo' me, uh buss it open fo' me, uh buss it open fo' me
Slide and do da pussy pop
Turn around fo' me, uh turn around fo' me, uh turn around fo' me
Slide and do da pussy pop
Uh bend it ova fo' me, uh bend it ova fo' me, uh bend it ova fo' me
Slide and do da pussy pop
Handstand fo' me, uh handstand fo' me, handstand fo' me
Slide and do da pussy pop

Now I dunno what to tell ya, but I'm holdin' it down
I only deal wit dime bitches, but I'll settle fo' nine
Yeah, eight might be great, but dats borderline
Anything less than dat, ho you wastin' my time(bitch!)
Bitch what ho, bumpin' and grind
Shake dat ass like a strippa, lemme see yo behind
Jump up on dat pole, and lemme see how you grind
Bitch you think you a six, ho you barely a five(whoosh!)

Buss it open fo' me, uh buss it open fo' me, uh buss it open fo' me
Slide and do da pussy pop
Turn around fo' me, uh turn around fo' me, uh turn around fo' me
Slide and do da pussy pop
Uh bend it ova fo' me, uh bend it ova fo' me, uh bend it ova fo' me
Slide and do da pussy pop
Handstand fo' me, uh handstand fo' me, handstand fo' me
Slide and do da pussy pop

(Whoosh!)Slideee-ooh, Slideee-ooh, Slideee
Slide and do da pussy pop
Slideee-ooh, Slideee-ooh, Slideee
Slide and do da pussy pop(get off da ground ho!)
Get fly ho(get up!), uh get fly ho(uh get up!), uh get fly ho
Slide and do da pussy pop
Slideee, Slideee, Slideee
Slide and do da pussy pop

Fuck dem hatin' hos, baby do whatcha do
Lemme see dat fonky monkey, not dat one at da zoo
You said you got it in ya, lemme see if its true
And know my niggas ain't leavin, cuz dey wan see too
? , hot and steamy, yeah you know bout my crew
You came up in hea tight, but you gon leave out hea loose
Ride dat train till you run outta juice(What!)
If I'm da fuckin' engine, then you da caboose(Whoosh!)

Buss it open fo' me, uh buss it open fo' me, uh buss it open fo' me
Slide and do da pussy pop
Turn around fo' me, uh turn around fo' me, uh turn around fo' me
Slide and do da pussy pop
Uh bend it ova fo' me, uh bend it ova fo' me, uh bend it ova fo' me
Slide and do da pussy pop
Handstand fo' me, uh handstand fo' me, handstand fo' me
Slide and do da pussy pop

I know you waitin' fo my album ta drop
I know you waitin' fo my album ta drop
I know you waitin' on dat album ta drop
I know you waitin' on dat album ta drop

(Oooh Shhitt! Lawd!)I know you waitin' on dat album ta drop
I know you waitin' on dat album ta drop
Is ya waitin' fo my album ta drop or is ya waitin' fo my album ta drop
Go 'head then

Slidee-ho, I said slidee-ho, I said slidee
Slide and do da pussy pop
Uh get fly ho, Uh get fly ho, Uh get fly
Slide and do da pussy pop

Slidee, Slidee, Slidee
Slide and do da pussy pop
Slidee-ho, Slidee-ho, Slidee
Slide and do da pussy pop(Whoosh!)

Fuck, you know whatchu gotta do
You know whatchu 'pose to do
Slide and do da pussy pop(Whoosh!)
Know what I'm talkin bout
I ain't gon fuck ya up
Go 'head and keep on dancin baby go 'head

(Whoosh!)(Shit!)Slidee-ho, Uh get fly ho(Lawd!)
Get off da ground bitch
Slide and do da pussy pop
(Whoosh!)Uh get fly ho, uh get fly ho, uh get fly,
Uh get fly and do da pussy pop(Whoosh!)

It was hard to find a brotha that was down for me So I'm tellin everybody let him be Cause he's mine and I can't take no pigeons tryna take my baby So I thought I had to let you know Find someone that you can call your own Cause now you're walkin in the danger zone And if I touch you I'll be wrong If you mess with my man, I'ma be the one to break it to ya Got my girls, got my man, so find your own and leave mine alone Don't mess with my man, I'ma be the one to break it to ya Here's a little advice for you, find your own man It was hard to find a girl that's really down for me Seems like a lot of niggas tryin me Cause they tryna take my baby, oh what the hell So now you really better check yourself Messin with my girl is bad for your health and So you know you will be dealt with Better find your own girl If you mess with my girl, I'ma be the one to break it to ya Got my niggas, got my girl, so find your own and leave mine alone Don't mess with my girl, I'ma be the one to break it to ya Here's a little advice for you, find your own girl Girl I'm warning you, if you want my man You should just keep your hands to yourself, now-now And playa I'm warning you, if you want my girl I suggest that you look but don't touch, now-now If you mess with my man, I'ma be the one to break it to ya Got my girls, got my man, so find your own and leave mine alone Don't mess with my man, I'ma be the one to break it to ya Here's a little advice for you, find your own man If you mess with my girl, I'ma be the one to break it to ya Got my niggas, got my girl, so find your own and leave mine alone Don't mess with my girl, I'ma be the one to break it to ya Here's a little advice for you, find your own girl&nbsp; If you mess with my man, I'ma be the one to break it to ya Got my girls, got my man, so find your own and leave mine alone Don't mess with my man, I'ma be the one to break it to ya Here's a little advice for you, find your own man If you mess with my girl, I'ma be the one to break it to ya Got my niggas, got my girl, so find your own and leave mine alone Don't mess with my girl, I'ma be the one to break it to ya Here's a little advice for you, find your own girl

Who
Alright
Who
Uh
Alright
Who
I see uhh, y'all don't understand huh
Alright
But, let me see if I can uhh (who)
Make it a lil mo clearer for y'all

Can't walk on water or jump over buildings or nothing
But I was the first to get ya hurt and get the fuck out rapper
So pay attention to what I put on the chalkboard
I'm the start of the concrete
The lyrical lawnmower
You can say this the house I built
Off'a shit bitch fuck dat
Non filt ba'dat-tat-tat
Boom boom boom
Your Louisiana number one Zorro of the two boom
Get caught
Roll thru
Hold back
Come short
Go gold
Fall off
Fuck dat
I told ya I was coming back harder and I meant that shit
Yea I mad a couple million dollars last year
But I spent that bitch
Like martin Luther king ya'll project jealous
And ya want me killed
Like the white man from town
Got me on the scope
But I won't stand still
Cause I put the haaa-o in da hot sauce
And the jaguar with the top off
See I started it

CHORUS
Who, who, who, who, who, who
MYSTIKAL!
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
See I started it
Who, who, who, who, who, who
BIG TRUCK!
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
JIVE RECORDS!

Verse 2

And I do not like to promote violence
Or diss other artists or nothin'
But I'm faithful to gumbo
And it's killed to be killed
The game
Jack knife
Cutthroat
Let it rip
Don't hold back shit
Nigga say what ya feel, Fa eva
It's graphic and explicit
But I be rappin' up in dis bitch
That's how I do it when I kick it
And who-eva it is that complain
Only reason you got somethin' to say if I'm late
Cause I'm the only reason you came
This is for the grown folks
And if you don't like what I'm doin'
You can suck my daddy long stroke
Been crunk
Been trunk tight
Those was the school days
Gamma Phi Kappa Si
If ya stumble
They don't see ya nigga
Play it off
But if they disrespect you
Front ya
Take they head off
So this is what it's come to
Don't give a fuck
Nigga what
Nigga who

CHORUS

Verse 3

I thought I heard you talkin' shit
And you ain't got nothin' out
So nigga fuck where you come from
Nigga fuck what you talkin' 'bout
Heads rolled
Less bread
I'm talkin' my way
Some'o bitch ass nigga with somethin' to say
I' on think ya'll know how serious I be
And how real I be getting' when I be up in here kickin' dis shit
I guess I'mma have to show you
Take a picture
No sympathy
See my face and remember me

CHORUS

[Mystikal]
Whaaa, wassup nigga?
This for my niggas in them Big Trucks
This for all my niggas in them SUV's, you heard me?
This for my Big Truck Drivers, look nigga blow yo' Big Truck Horn
You still could see me in my Big Truck boy
Smilin' like a lil' kid when I spin the corner with my brand new toy
I got 'em parkin they cars, talkin 'bout
They wish I never would've came out the garage
But, I guess that's too bad
Cause your truck used to be the shit until they saw mine pass
Strobe lights flash, solar baric *boom boom*
Big feet ten runnin' while they *vroom vroom*
Another SUV can't do nothin' wit' me
I'm 23's so 22's ain't fuckin' with me
Car so big it make it hard to turn the wheel
I can't watch the T.V.'s from the sturrin-wheel
Shit, plush stronger than the buckskin ceiling
Chocolate tan interior really big truck grill
Yeah, that's how you do that there
Got bling and bass, everything clean but the ash-tray

[Hook: Byou2ful] (Mystikal)
I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel
singin' this song (I'm a Big Truck Driver)
In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill
rollin' on big ol' chrome (I'm a Big Truck Driver)
And you know when you pass those small trucks you doin' them wrong
(This is for my riders Big Truck Drivers
Even on a bad day everything clean but the ash-tray)

[Mystika]
Dark lights with brights, the dark windows
with the pistols in the hot spots fuckin' well right
So when you bitches try to act hype
I get the gat get the gat cause niggas don't fight
When you get to Ruby Tuesday's then make a right at the light
And you might catch my rims will-millin' 'round night light
I played a Jag' 'round rags, and now Excursion and Escalade 'round upscale
The Range Rove's don't even get used
Til it's time for Rhythm City or either House of Blues
My niggas wit' me at your seat to pick my friends up
My brother Reece in a motherfuckin Benz truck
Fresh light don't need no buffin'
Just call a homie where I'm at, west coast custom
Put it on a trailer and ain't no rushin'
Cause when I get it back y'all ride can't touch it

[Hook]

[Mystikal]
Ain't no slack in my mack, rollin' slow the windows down
they recognize me so you know how they act
Cuttin' up fallin' out tryin' to flirt and get nasty
Raisin' shirt showin' titties talkin' 'bout autohgraphs
I try my best to keep my fans happy
I sign my name I grab the nipple they pull off and start laughin'
Then it's back through the hood, tryin' to find somethin' good
And after that I'm on my way to Baton Rouge
I knew that I'm on course at all time
And I love grindin' like alcoholics love sweet creamy and wine
2002 and you dodgin' me now
Big Truck gonna come up ain't no holdin' us down
Grab eyes, turn heads, stop traffic
My black Big Truck half match my Big Truck jacket
Do shows and get paid when I travel stay busy it be gone
Now this a Big Truck Driver

[Hook 2x]

[Mystikal]
I'm a Big Truck Driver, I'm a Big Truck Driver
This is for my riders Big Truck Drivers
Even on a bad day everything clean but the ash-tray

You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
I really be throwin' my words
Standing 'em up, and jammin' on the one
That ain't nobody but Neptunes bammin' on the drum
Swift flip kicks landing from the tongue
More dramatic than batman and robin, ba na na na na na
The one that be handling they business,
be sharper than a thumb tack
The one that be dropping these albums,
showing 'em how to come back
And you gon' respect me and appreciate where I run at
You ain't gone piss me off,
cause you sorry that you done that
I gets meaner, badder, stronger and ferocious
You don't even much wanna see the rest
I'm coming back mo' fearless,
mo' determined to fold the set
I ain't even started yet
So if you ain't ready you better get ready
I know I do it better when I'm being opposed
Ah stick ya chest out, keep your chin up
'Cause sometimes you gotta get knocked down to get up
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
No matter what happened that's only once it's shame on you
You come up and here and do it again then it's shame on me
Sometimes we be getting in trouble we didn't want learn or
Sometimes we be getting in trouble we ain't gon' see
I accept my wages like the way that I fail
I grow, I take 'em in stride and but 'em under my belt
I learned from you just like you learned from me
I plead, I pray for peace and perfect harmony
Somebody said fool you better keep on rapping
Stop that trippin', causin it ain't gone happin'
I told them look you better mind yo business
Change yo' way of thinking and keep on living
Done started some trouble and you ain't been out since
Cause you stuck inside scared watching CNN
Just take the precaution so yo life will be better
Tell my friends to call me I ain't accepting no letters
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
You heard about me, yeah you had to
Hmm-huh, I know you changed ya
mind you ain't the only one with bad news
I know that they made you feel strange huh
You was right in the middle complainin'
and forgot what you was cryin' bout
It could be you time and it might be
You can't do nothing about it, its God will thats just how life be
One day it hit 'cha then its gone
And I'm serious and you ain't never
even gone feel it until it hit home
That's when the pain run sharper and deeper
You ain't eat that's when the days feel slow and long
I know you miss 'em so it's time to uplift 'em
Try to pick the pieces up and find a way to drive on
I tell you the truth so don't lie to me
Get back Satan don't bother me
And that's the way its gotta be
And real as ever so I hope you proud of me
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
You keep bumping me against the wall
You ain't seen bouncin' back

a)

[Mystikal]
I was at the mall, and this girl passed me by
so I like her booty she said hey boy
That's when I made my move
I jammed up and jammed re-over there by the baby shoe
I said you got a chiled huh
She said yeah he live in Bogaluga out there by my momma
Give me yo' number and I hit you when I make it home
And after I take a bath I'll catch up wit'chu later on
That's exactly what I did
We went to the movies got some eatin' back to the crib
Being a man you know I'm thinkin' about hittin' somethin'
She said this you nice but this the first date you ain't gettin' nothin'
That's alright cause I respect your mind
It ain't no rush cause I'mma get you next time
We ain't got no beef, we ain't got no quarrel
You likin' me tonight, but you gone lovin' me tomorrow

[Hook: P. Williams]
I said go 'head, go 'head and move it baby
You've got 'em watchin', go 'head and do it honey
You've got 'em comin' now, you've got me watchin' baby
So don't you stop it baby, you got me so..

[Mystikal]
Must be my baby cause I seen her everyday this week
And when we made love you know we went meat to meat
I think I'm headed for a Love Jones
This one hear supposed to be a jam not a love song
Girl you got me humpin' and don't ask me what I'm doin'
cause I'm thinkin' 'bout my pumpin'
They call her pumpkin' cause she workin' with somethin'
I call her bia' cause she carryin' my youngin'
I made her Cavalier a Navigator, and put baby momma on a Jaguar bling
I for you and me for me
She built like a stripper I don't need to cheat
And when it's late she's always inside
Under the cover behind her cuddled up wit' her
And since we met you been the love of my life
We ain't married but we call eachother husband and wife

[Hook]

[Mystikal]
We always home and all we do is laugh together
Even watchin' T.V. takin' baths together
Went through the sunny and the nasty weather
My feelin' short so I ain't have to tell ya'
And I would never try and use you
I care too much to hurt you, and need you too much to lose you
We have mo' babies than my cousin' Weebie
I'm goin' be yo' King Tut you goin' be my Nefa Teenie
Tell me what you say to that
I be coming home from work sayin' where my ol' lady at
And you come runnin' from the back room
And you know how much I love to see you when you wear a cat suit
Now give me what I want want
I say where them trishes at I took 'em by the mall mall
You make me feel like a man, cause you can't get enough
Girl you got it you got it bad

[Hook 2x]

[P. Williams (Mystikal)]
I said go 'head, (move it)
You've got 'em watchin'
You've got 'em comin' now (watch it)
So don't you stop it baby (stop it)

Redman: Yo, I need to wait
Mystikal: Tarantula, tarantula, boof!, handle yo' bidness then nigga
Redman: Mystikal waddup nigga!
Mystikal: Whaa', wassup dog!
Method Man: Funk Doctor in this mother-fucker
Redman: Right he-eere
Method Man: And I'm shitty ass Meth, and we gone do what the fuck we gotta do

[Chorus: Mystikal]
I get it started for you, I get it started for you
Soon as I get'cha cause I know that you was waitin' for me
I get it started for you, I get it started for you
Soon as I get'cha cause I know that you was waitin' for me

[Method Man]
Yo, yo, yo..
If school was pussy, I wouldn't miss a day
Big John Jay slay around the way, fish fillet
Taste the truth, ay' no more lies like Ms. Chilet
Keep my kids frost like they was born in east L.A.
Told yo' buy yo' weed by the ounce, twins lets bi-dounce
That shit they talkin' don't add up, I say what get down
Can't stop drop, can't flock, most of all I can't stop
Wreck my hand-cuffs and fightin' bullies in the sandbox
Method-cal, Mystikal, Oh yeah that's my man Doc'
Whoopin' she shoulders, WHA!, hit you with the lamb chop
Throw 'em up, slow 'em up, like the wic blow 'em up
Chick showin' butt, half of y'all ain't even know nuts
Cause I'm, I'm comin' dirty like duzum
Come on, like Buzz Lightyear lets get our buzz on
The ladies in the club, like "where the dollars at?"
They babies be at home like "where my momma at?"

[Chorus]

[Redman]
When the twins track on, you can't talk you bark on it
Doc's yo' walf on it, sometimes get lost on it
America's Most No Time a Car woman
Timberland's and Nike Air's in the fog runnin'
We job huntin', with no I.D.'s
Plus my coke carry all the minerals I need
I'ma flow top speed, my crew fight it out
like in-door hot beat, it's war when I bleed
Sugar come here, throw that ass in the air
I leave blood guts and, broken glass everywhere
I write with "bear" hands, but I'm a gorrilla
Broke out the zoo, with Mystikal and my nigga
Fuck y'all for wrong me, I'm inside of a Ridder
With fat chicks arguing, Who's body is bigger?
I'ma get my smoke on, I'ma get my freak on
Rims get they poke on, here's some more dope to choke on

[Mystikal]
I get it started for you, Soon as I get'cha cause
I know that you was waitin' for me, I know that you was waitin' for me
So when you come you better, have your fuckin' back cause
You know it could get ugly for me, you know it could get ugly for me
I tried to tell you but your ass didn't want to listen so bitch
Now I got to show you somethin', now I got to show you somethin'
It's capital M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L you mother-fucker, L you mother-fuckcer
No pussy my temple band, no weed or my nerves shot, no money no concert concert
You don't get no deposit back, man these niggas can handle that
who in the fuck is you playin' wit', playin' wit'
I'm sorry it can't change, you probably can't hang
the sounds I like James, HEY!
I rap fast and kick ass, and kiss my ass
Mystikal, Redman, Method Man, nigga Yeaaaaaah!

[Chorus 2x]

[Mystikal]
Whoo! Freestyle session nigga
I'm jumpin' the mother-fuckin' south if you ain't hype, bitch

[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]

(Intro) because this the first time you ever heard some shit like this nigga What you about to hear gone F**K you up I'm tellin you this shit so off the f**king hook bro Ya'll man look check this shit out ({Humming in Background} + {"Waaaaaa" in Background}) (Mystikal:) Mystikal and Juvenile Nigga Say Juvey they don't believe you did the beat bro (Mystikal:) I tried to tell them niggaz bro (Juvenile:) What you mean nigga, f**kin right I did this beat (Mystikal) I come with my own look, my own sound, my own style Who the f**k you think drawed this crowd It's the ripper, the clean up hitter You bitter intimidating young long dick nigga Now suck it, now suck it, while you around here playa hating Your woman around here screaming F**k Me, F**k Me Tell me something, don't I put down on my albums Motherf**ka nobody ever told you I was hard as a NFL Helmet I write 'em, land 'em, plant 'em BAM Nigga can't stand 'em On top, on sight, heads up, bust 'em at random (What You Did?) I got the vest out, put the braids back, put on the bandana (What Else You Did?) Signed a brand new contract, shot the video in Atlanta Don't pull me, can't hold me the beat don't move me You know smokin, drinkin whenever I kick it with Juvey Back on my own, back on my zone Feelin better, lookin better Bout to go get it and bring it back home (Chorus 2X: Juvenile) A nigga got, got but I won't no more Cause this time round I come to settle the score Greedy niggas eat good, but not that long They wind up with a stomach ache balled up in they home (Juvenile) You better cancel that shit, about you run this here I ain't seen you on the charts what you done this year Y'all thought "Project English" was the last of this shit When I was really only given y'all half of this shit F**kin right I made the beat, and I wrote this rap But a Niggaz In the ghetto want to post the crack Got two Niggaz posted watching a bus with macks Just waiting on the police and Niggaz to jack To people across the nation, thanks for being patient Ya'll been itching for some G-Shit Huh, I know you waiting When you cop the cd, get some Herb and Ride Turn the bitch up real loud so you can feel my Vibe I got a long way to go, I'm just gettin started I'm 26 years old and I'm still retarded I'm talking about the way I talk and Express my rap I ain't talking about handicapped You Feelin that (Chorus) (Juvenile) Anytime you say my name make sure it's some good shit Am I hatin on Cash Money, Now Stop Playin Look I'm not your eldest rapper, I stay on some hood shit I'm all about U.T.P. Family and Kids I respect it How it came, Now I got Game (Bling) And Takin Care of business it the way that we live I don't need a record deal just give me my props How many muthaf**kas you know keepin it hot (Mystikal) I got more season than the seafood out the gumbo pot Believe it or not, keepin my spot locked Now run your mouth and lose your slot (I'm Lowdown) I make em feed for me like junk is fever one more rock(Tease Me) I got bitches I ain't even F**ked claiming my dick Ain't this some shit I'm famous and rich (Huh Bro) Is this all about that big truck and U.T.P If thats how it is, I guess we gone see (Chorus and Ad Libs to fade)

[Mystikal talking]
The Medicine man. Oh yeah. Smoke One
Yeah. This that shit nigga that you smoke off. This the one
I know y'all flipping through this shit the CD and shit.
This the one nigga
This yo' chance right NA. Ya' know?
Get all items that you need to get yo' mutha fuckin blunt rolled nigga.
Get ya' papers, what ever the fuck, lighters. Y'all know what y'all need.
Huh bra? This what I want y'all to do:

(Chorus)
Light something, burn something, smoke something, roll one.
Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one nigga.
Light something, burn something, smoke something, roll one nigga.
Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one nigga

[Mystikal talking]
Man hit the mutha fucking weed bra. You playin' wit' the mutha fuckin' weed.
do do do do at the doe. Hit this bitch. Mutha fucking roll back.
Nigga make a roll back. Mouth to the nose, roll back.
I smell smoke. Oh, say nigga when you roll the weed up
make sho' there ain't no sticks or stems.

[Mystikal]
Put the fire in the wind, then forget about how you roll
Skinny at the end, fat in the middle, long as you smoking
Don't worry about how the bitch look, gotta hold in it stick pocking out
That ain't nothing pass that bitch, put ya finger over it hit it wit ya' mouth
I bet it pull, hit this shit I betchu' get full
I don't fuck with that dry, that's good for yo' ass I told ya' that's fire
Stick, aloud, expensive, light light green don't touch no brown
Ya' can't stand up, ya' eyelids feel about 200 pounds
Mouth dry as the fuck, yeah this bitch hea' high as a duck
Ready to leave, but can't go nowhere 'cause looks like ya' stuck
Now get off the floe'
You don't know what you pull so don't try this no me
Stop that frontin', and if you can't handle it then give me my dope
Nothing but bud, tastein' no seeds
Swallow that shit, nigga you wastein' the weed
You don't know what I got, nothing but dro'
I'm to hold back y'all this about ten time I'm bout to start smokin'

(Chorus)

[Mystikal talking]
Moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion,
moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion.
I got some more man. That bionic-chronic.
Yeah nigga, this the smoking one. fa -sho.
Boy just smoke something nigga.
And uhhhhh, how many mutha fucking times
is y'all nigga gonna be waiting for another verse?
Man, when is y'all gonna learn? This the smoke something man.
You ain't gotta know all that bra. Know what I'm talkin' about nigga?
Smoke something. Smoke something. Smoke something. Yes indeed.

[Mystikal]
Well bitch I'm country as cowboy boots
I debut beating boy band groups
Nigga let me know what the fuck yall wanna do
You need to keep up but you can't, can't
Mildew or barbeque! Cracker do your thang!
Dang I ain't here for the no dumb shit
You demo while I'm the harders nigga lyrics of the drum kick
And when it's finished over and done with
Imma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off some bitch!
I ain't no speedy and you said I beat too much
I ain't gon eat it and you ain't gon drown me and I pound it enough
They see me leavin with the big butt women
Women walking funny pussy up in her stomach
Sittin in the front cause the tv's runnin
Peanut butter leather seat with "Big Truck " on it
I musta kidnapped a nigga main honey, cause I heard em hollin
"Hold on baby I'm coming"

{Chorus}

We hushed those (sssh) who ever thought we would get this far
But bitch I told you-Tarantula_ so do what you 'spoed to-Tarantula
Guve me brains stop lookin' strange bitch shit changed
It's just lilke I told you-Tarantula- came up like I 'm sposed to

[Mystikal]

And I'm known as the black prince of the south
So wop-ba-ba-lo-bop bitch watch out
I make ya mamma shake a tail feather
Don't tell ya daddy that I'm here cause you know it make him feel
threatened
Go get ya dexy dress to turn me on
While he down ther quotin Betty Wright, I know you not gon to sing that
song
I hit the charts and never move off or homie cool off
Before you nose look like Rudolf
I give it to em and this bitch can't handle it
Well ugly jealous mutha fucka this shits jammin
Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent
On top of bass strings and piano
They callin me big bucks no whammies
This year I'm sceaming Jive Records Big Truck god dammit
It's fight and never get to move
Rank: CEO/rapper/fool

{Chorus}

I'm fixin to blow up like the jaws of Dizzy Gillepsie
Heavnes to Betsy
Julio Iglesias counldn't our-rock me
Speedy Gonzales couldn't come catch me
The grammy-nominated Especially... The Soul Train
Award Winner
Call me Black Elvis Preslely

You Probably can't keep up with what you see me on
Either 106 & Park, Queen Latifah, Chris Rock or Jenny Jones
Knock down buildings chop downs trees
I kick so fuckin hard they say, Yous Japanese
I'm up in the millions cause if what I invent
Look at ya over there with ya seatbelt light your're approachin your
descent
A.k.a "The Tarantula"
Hot rymes coming from a canister
I'm keeping my fans something to brag on
These people in here ain't leaving to I finish my fuckin last song
Bitch walk a barbarian
Tall dark and cut and keep them fuckin hoes starin Tarantual

The Return
This one here (The Return), this for my dirty disco dancin', low-down, no good mutha fuckas (the braided-up pimp is back)
The return of the shit-talker
The lyrical explicit content
The original mutha fucker
I rip the surf, I hit the worst like brass knuckles (damn)
Give em crushes, bust ass and smash records
I live it how I talk it
I bring it how I feel it
This my spot 'cause I done marked it
I show the teeth between waitin' and eatin'
Bitch, I stay aggressive like it's matin' season
I'm hot, you gotta put me where I belong
On top, I'm guaranteed to fuck up everything I get on
You lovin' everything I put out
I keep it real do what you lin-ike in the riz-ep in the sin-outh!
Hoes say, "Ooh, he a donkey!"
And baby you gon' find out when I hit you with that Raunchy
Don't let me put you in that V-90
You want this kinda fuckin', bitch it's just fine
[Hook]
It's my turn! SHIT! It's my time
Watch out there now
You fuckin' with my groove (it's the return)
The braided up pimp is back
It's safe to say I'm old school (way back)
I went from 4-track to the A-DAT
And from A-DAT to the Pro-Tools
Dreamin' of layin' that hot shit
Now what would make you think that I ain't the man
Playin' hit, bit, don't quit, 'cause you know you not it
Ain't my family, tell ya, I can't complain
Tighter or hype they can't half bang
Even appeal to older people, they say, "Oh, yeah, he bad!"
I still be jammin' off the last one
I said, "Where you get that, Pops?"
He said, "I stole it from my grandson"
Now you know me when I step through
They say, "Son, I got yo record. Ain't you James Brown's nephew" (heeey!)
I keep 'em movin', leave 'em thinkin'
I'm wrestled and respected like Aretha Franklin (all I'm askin')
All nigga, part-time lover (BANG!)
It's my turn, watch out there mutha fucker
[Hook]
'Cause then when that I rock the beat, now I can need influence
I'm fire, fire, off the hook, Michael Tyler, how you doin'
Take that out and leave me on
Kerry, Ves, Stevie, Jack, Beezy Boy, DJ Ron
So, when they ask you, you can tell it
Already signed Shonnie and Maxminelli
They fuckin' with the Belly Boys fo sho
The Guillotine, O.G. Bone, and the rest of them
Oh, yeah, King Yella, that's my nizzle
Oh, that's my brother Reesy and my brother be

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.

[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}

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

[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]

(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)

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

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]

You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
I really be throwin' my words
Standing 'em up, and jammin' on the one
That ain't nobody but Neptunes bammin' on the drum
Swift flip kicks landing from the tongue
More dramatic than batman and robin, ba na na na na na
The one that be handling they business,
be sharper than a thumb tack
The one that be dropping these albums,
showing 'em how to come back
And you gon' respect me and appreciate where I run at
You ain't gone piss me off,
cause you sorry that you done that
I gets meaner, badder, stronger and ferocious
You don't even much wanna see the rest
I'm coming back mo' fearless,
mo' determined to fold the set
I ain't even started yet
So if you ain't ready you better get ready
I know I do it better when I'm being opposed
Ah stick ya chest out, keep your chin up
'Cause sometimes you gotta get knocked down to get up
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
No matter what happened that's only once it's shame on you
You come up and here and do it again then it's shame on me
Sometimes we be getting in trouble we didn't want learn or
Sometimes we be getting in trouble we ain't gon' see
I accept my wages like the way that I fail
I grow, I take 'em in stride and but 'em under my belt
I learned from you just like you learned from me
I plead, I pray for peace and perfect harmony
Somebody said fool you better keep on rapping
Stop that trippin', causin it ain't gone happin'
I told them look you better mind yo business
Change yo' way of thinking and keep on living
Done started some trouble and you ain't been out since
Cause you stuck inside scared watching CNN
Just take the precaution so yo life will be better
Tell my friends to call me I ain't accepting no letters
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
You heard about me, yeah you had to
Hmm-huh, I know you changed ya
mind you ain't the only one with bad news
I know that they made you feel strange huh
You was right in the middle complainin'
and forgot what you was cryin' bout
It could be you time and it might be
You can't do nothing about it, its God will thats just how life be
One day it hit 'cha then its gone
And I'm serious and you ain't never
even gone feel it until it hit home
That's when the pain run sharper and deeper
You ain't eat that's when the days feel slow and long
I know you miss 'em so it's time to uplift 'em
Try to pick the pieces up and find a way to drive on
I tell you the truth so don't lie to me
Get back Satan don't bother me
And that's the way its gotta be
And real as ever so I hope you proud of me
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me
You ain't seen bouncin' back
You keep bumping me against the wall
You ain't seen bouncin' back

Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
i 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 im 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 nice
curves for your iceberg
Drinkin here acting like
it's do somethin to me
Hope this indecent propose
make you do somethin
Fuck a dollar girl pick up fifty
And fuck that coward
you need a real nigga
Off top a nigga bout hurtin shit
Bend over hoe show me
what you workin with
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Attention all yall 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 come shake ya ass
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
I think come with that
fire like Aiyaaa
Chocalate and bowlegged
runnin up behind
Go head get down pop lock
at the cockhouse
where the where the lie you know
that want you go back to my house
Man right cher wanna get under
that dress right there
Spicy cajun
we gon best time over there
You better stick a head on
that there crawfish
You gotta bend all a bigger
over to dance off this
Handle yo business
but I know you do it way better
You dead wrong
So you totin by
and niggas make noise
When you pass by find yo fine
ass on the floor girl
This yo fuckin song
Do yo thang dont be scured
cause you gon get served
Get mine and you gon get yours
Niggas thang yo ass lovely
Raise it up show
you g strang hustlin huslin
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 come shake ya ass
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Stop yo cryin hefer
I need all that
Got a job for you the
braided up pimp is back
Break them handcuffs
fuck a nigga move somethin
They ask you
what you doin say ooohh nothin
we been doin
the past 2 somthin
Been that pussy up
now smooth fuckin
You can betcha bottom
that pussy fire
you gon holla while you cry
So don't be actin like you
be backin that stuff up
Girl in the club
thats you got ass for
Wobble wobble I'm infatuated
Bitch ride dick like
she makin a baby
and I see that we gon have to
go to a queit corner
for just of two
Don't worry about who lookin
just doin what you do
cuz Nigga like me gon get to
workin for I know the girl
Bitch whats happnin' let em see
Show the world
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 come shake ya ass
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass
Show me what you workin with

(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,&nbsp;???&nbsp;??? 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&nbsp;??? 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

*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

[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

[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!

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

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*}

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

(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!!!

(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)

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

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

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

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