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what you what you gon do
what you gon uh what you what you gon do nigga? what you what you want what you gon do nigga HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! I, know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit me cuz I cant fuck wit my damn self HERE I GO!!! I, know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit me cuz I can't fuck wit my damn self HERE I GO!!! DA MAN RIGHT CHEA!!! (da man right chea) Da Man Da Man Right Chea mister man right chea! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! y'all muthafukkaz betta get ready to rumble!! get in da line like a conga plastic like plumbin spicy like gumbo Y'ALL MUTHAFUKKAZ AINT READY!!!! hey to dem boyz get at dem bitches and cut dey ass as sharp as a machetti dope I dont, herbs I do, you bitches probably couldnt see me wit a birds eye view ooh, it's alive, finna make yo head spin stop walkin da one way to a fukkin dead end bitch ya yellow, coward-hearted gotta erase dem boys get da gas and he can go get this fukkin fire started Yo heart jump like a base line bump you bad enough to meet the alligator in the swamp HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! Da Man Right Chea!! I, know y'all niggaz aint fukkin wit me cuz i cant fukk wit my damn self Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, What you muthafuckas know bout rappin? (what you muthafuckas know bout rappin?) Who Put you on the map? (who put you on the fuckin map?) I, know y'all niggaz aint fukkin wit me cuz I cant fukk wit my damn self (my damn self) HERE I GO!! DA MAN RIGHT CHEA! (somebody said that you wuz lookin for me!) HERE I GO! HERE I GO! Uh, Uh, Damn, (somebody said that you was lookin for me) Uh, (uh) Uh, all right (what you be doin, what you be doin?) Rhyme slayin, straight, suckaz Im slayin hoes Im layin niggaz can't barely stand I got em layin and prayin the man (....?....) ask them hoez, I aint playin wit em Wanna get beef, I haveta turn my cheek cock back like like mad max and knock out one of dem fuckin teeth Im a mean, gene machine the exocutioner, be appeased wit gillotine my lifestyle is rural I'll hit on ya poodle after disaster, have ya sippin on chicken noodle get ya ass in gear and, gettin fucked while ya winnin Im the shark in the dark, Bitch at night dont go swimmin cuz if you do you doomed (...?...) I'll be da king of da looney toons sweatin and gaspin, Im a massive assasin All this smashin and smashin kickin ass wit a passion mystikal's on a role jus that cold (ice cold) Anotha nigga couldnt touch me wit a flagpole wanna fight Iron Mike but ya too damn light like a knife, I'll rip ya from ya ass to ya appetite gangsta (...?...) Fuck a (?) I'm the foreign minister don't brag fast wanna battle? BRING A BODY BAG!! I'm gonna need it, to carry yo stupid ass I observe, Time to serve rhymes I heard like words of King George III I proceed, to mislead the sweet hoes i cheated Devour like its sour like Johnny Appleseed I intrude, Hoes call me rude Bitch I'm smooth, whatch ya fuckin attitude blast from the past curse like I'm mad I'm like a black cat on the trail of a fat rat! You finna overdose and choke off these rhymes I wrote (somebody said that you wuz lookin for me!!) HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! DA MAN RIGHT CHEA!!! Im comin straight for yo throat, like a coyote on a goat nobody know, you sweatin me like a hoe be no, you hoe cannot find a antidote cuz when i start to float murder he wrote Huff puff and bluff come touch this rough stuff and get cuffed snuffed buffed and scuffed you can't hit this get with this no witness I'm bad to da bone, I'll fuck you up with the quickness I paid my dues I'm bad news to fools I choose you lose fuck you fools I wreck Boo-Coo crews wit the words i use I'm bout to be feelin like ZZ hill cuz im screamin and screamin and singin the blues you be (...?...) I never bled in battle, I refuse to lose You can bring ya whole posse, bitch I still wont lose I'll stomp ya whole staff, you must want a bloodbath, fuckin riff-raff break you in half and laugh then snap and served you I (..?..) and heard you think about dem words you heard you fuckin nerd you tried to probably rob me dodge me fuckin fightin makin money on my hobby freezin degrees run em up, shut em up, buttered em up what up? wanna fight? bitch, put em up how dat sound? come get knocked down bolos I throw bitch you won't last no round I bet let's see what we can fuck wit next Step dat ass in the ring (ding) and I'mma jab it and jet Cuz I am the baddest black prince of the south If you run up, you'll get knocked the fuck out!!! pound for pound, blow for blow we can go into the ring Ass whoopin HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! Da man right chea! |
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| 4:19 |
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| 6. |
| 3:50 |
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[Mystikal]
Why.., why why why why Cause I keep bangin' y'all mother-fuckin ass, with this shit If it ain't live, it aint me Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this I wan't-a load it up, cock back don't miss Y'all ain't goin' believe this Got the preacher's wife talkin' bout rock that shit! All they do is say the mans name You watch how many bitches start comin', it's a damn shame They know I got the wood for 'em If they in the hotel room and get the dick, that's good for 'em Big pussy and it's soft dick time, bitch I got to get'cha, mm-hm, uh-huh.. Tell me what you goin' do If you got your friends with you, you could bring them ho's too Come and turn around, let me get behind you Move somethin' for me baby, I ain't goin' tell no body [Hook] If it ain't live, it aint me Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old If it ain't live, it aint meOh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old I'm too hip to drip [Mystikal] When I'm here they got to have it White lines so live they jump off the cabinet It's Micheal Tyler not Black Sabbath It's springin' hunter so watch out for the cat parrot I'm a whole and kaniver, the hot enchilada, Big Truck driver Hittin' hookers is a side high Tuckin' guts stackin' paper formin' lyrics is my real job Got my fingers and my shit tight Got another album and contract bitch get right Form a crowd like a fist fight I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this [Hook] [Mystikal] I'm too man to try to handle, I'm too bad and loaded too for you to hold Too tight to out-write, too strong to out-sold, too much to out-bust I'll talk shit and cuss, foul-dog rimp and the walk talk spit crush The paper towels and toilet tissue, start your engine set the table Clean your plate and wash the dishes Can I please get a source cup And if they don't give me my grammy, feel so sorry for your mother And after I'm goin' get Jive I done bust my ass, y'all ain't do y'all job [Hook 2x] |
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| 3:40 |
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Uh oh, whutcha want whutcha gon do nigga
It's the man right Chea I know yall nigga ain't fuckin wit me, you lookin for me If you gonna be down with me Be all the way down with me, or get from around me You see what I'm doin but don't like it even though everybody and their moms is bout it bout it Our concerts crowded, crowding used to be down but now you doubt it You fuckin playa hatin cowards! We real over here We buildin the No Limit mountain 2 million records and countin So how the fuck is you soundin Nothin but legends, two multimillionaires rhymin Soundscan be astounded We sellin, y'all drownin Black owned and clownin CDs across the counter Told yall I was gonna do it But you didn't wanna see Wasn't worried about a nigga Till I was leavin Come here, let me show you the difference between a man and a ho It's the man right chea, oh you lookin for me Here I Go! Whutchu want do nigga It's the man right chea Chastise and brutalizing, stop 'em from dissin If I'm in it I own it, put the keys in ignition I hope your seatbelts get fastened I'm known for massive harassing Havin to snatch your ass off the mic Grab ya and slap ya Psh come here, psh shut up I know you ain't gonna do it no more You sayin my name you must be lookin for me Here I Go! Whutchu whutchu want do Whutchu gonna do You see what I'm doin but don't like it Entrepreneur soldier guns galore Watch em burn bitch burn like a flame thrower Rock it all sharp as a bull's horn Long, strong as a python, whores they get they fight on Soon as I cut my mic on Niggas getting humped or stumped Fumbling mcs I crumble Come through like the reaper So deadly you don't wanna rumble That's right don't panic, Mystikal the mechanic Sank you like a torpedo gigantic as the Titanic Rhymes I'm hummin keep hummin I'ma keep comin Grabbin ya woman But the drummer still drummin Hard hitter, bullshitter, head splitter when bitter Assassinate a rookie killa Like Adolph Hitler A mandingo WARRIOR Opponents get crushed I'm too cruel to be moved Too fuckin much to be touched Got em danglin and janglin To that shit when they hear this Fight me like a Viking, bitch I'm tragic like a terrorist You think you don't like it but I have yet to begin You'd rather be my enemy cause I'ma deadly friend So stay the fuck from around me do I make myself clear Unless you lookin for the man Cause the man right chea |
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| 3:29 |
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I'm in the land..
L.A. -- land of the sticky Sup? What ch'all niggaz know bout that purple weed nigga? Show y'all niggaz some shit It's that sticky, that bud Indo, hydro Open up the window, I'm bout to blow! That fire shit Nigga what ch'all, what ch'all got what ch'all got to roll 'em up? Packwoods? Garcia Vegas? Straight chocolate Phillies? Nigga straight, ?, nigga I'll twist it in the Black n Milds? Y'all niggaz don't know nuttin about them Coronas Cognac!! J.O.B., one point five [Mystikal] Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end Take the Phillie out and roll it up! Light it, hit it, hold it, pass Puff puff blow it up! See some of y'all niggaz be talkin about blowin but can't handle the doja Gettin sleepy n shit, quittin all early Bitch you ain't no smoker! Y'all must think used to hittin that dirt the sticks with the brown buds Me, I ain't got shit else to do Nigga I'm bout to get FUCKED UP! Two cases of green OPTIMOS burned away A.M. done turned to P.M. and nighttime done turned back to day I'm, still smo-kin Feelin sporty in my hotel - spent the whole day gettin LOA-DED! It's nothin but smoke til there's nothin to smoke It's nothin but sticky and nothin but doja Disconnect the smoke detector and put a wet towel up under the door! Nobody around me mo' dope for me, I got the whole tree Button up cause suck 'em up is a pet peeve First don't put my lighter in your pocket Second don't wet my god damn WEED!! That's just two, before I could get to three and fo' five and six, I heard a DUM DUM DUM DUM at the do' Evidence all over, I've been doin somethin serious Gotta hide this shit, cause I know that's hotel security I played it off, I said, "Come back later I ain't got on no clothes" He said, "Sorry sir, I don't mean to disturb ya, but I SMELL SMOKE!" Fuck it just went to jail for that shit; I ain't goin back I done ate an ounce and I'ma flush the rest Cause I ain't goin out like that! Sprayin cologne and cuttin on the shower; tryin to clear it up Workin like a dog but I gotta open the do' - fukkit here go nuthin! The do' swung open and some young nigga talkin bout, "What's happenin?" He said, "I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack!" Ain't that a bitch! Boy you betta get your bitch ass up outta here Nigga I'd think you the motherfuckin police I done threw all my motherfuckin weed away fuckin with you old bitch ass nigga Nigga, get your motherfuckin hoe ass up outta here Bitch before I stomp your bitch ass The fuck! Boy this nigga done blew my motherfuckin high |
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| 5:56 |
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Man, them niggas can't fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man! (Mystikal) I know, I, I, I know I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self I know, I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me I I know y'all niggaz... Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga thirteen motherfucking years through this shit bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz Aw shit, it's on nigga Chorus: I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self When Mystikal hits the door (door closing sound) See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me and they can't but they try to Some niggaz just need to be warned It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own nigga go ring the alarm Matter fact better know what it take for the back of your head to hit that grass Let' s get this straight from the jump I ain't playing with your bitch ass These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets to the hills, to the back of the tracks A-A-ask them hos, did I do that? I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches I'm the man with single and double and triple and four five six time them bitches I'm the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg Much bone and I don't fail a test-a |
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| 4:08 |
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[Mystikal's human door opening] Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch Uhh, what uhh poof, fuck, jump round jump C'mon jump, jump jump round, jump jump I ain't got no mo ass left BITCH I rapped it off You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off What in the fuck is you thinkin? You can't do shit if you stankin!!! Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done I give a fuck what you bringin Cuz my dick still gon' be swangin You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!! Hike nigga, hut one, nigga want some?! Ain't nuttin to fuck ya up, representin where I come from Fronts and brown blunts, you oughta get down some Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em Valiums and speed but we don't do weed Steroids and alcohol, still a fuckin athlete Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock Bout to run the rock home Yo' ace boom coon in the hole in the clutch In the pocket on the field, without gettin touched!!!! [Chorus 2x:] Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!!! Watcha wanna do?! Watcha gonna do?! Let me know girl, jump, jump!!! You get tackled by the style I'm usin I got all of my adversaries cruisin for a brusin with contusions Cuts and lacerations, broken bones, and open sores Ripped spleens, sprained ankles, and broken nose I'ma bust the microphones I rip on I step on the stage and get my grip on That's when you get stiff armed It's on and I'm the shit homes!!!! I fucked around and lost count of bitches I put the dick on My alter-ego and its cool when I talk to P They fuckin call me the home-town hero I'm the center of attention, topic of the discussion It's understood they already know without me sayin nothin It's been like that since these niggas been down here wearin badges I'm off the heezy, I'm the reason for this pimp rap!! So stuck on myself sometimes it's like I ain't got no mind I say fuck it dawg and go for the crowd like the goal line!! [Chorus] Nigga you just like ten yards, always the first down Be the first motherfucker off the bus but be the last nigga to clown Ol' sometime ass nigga ol' fake regular regular, everyday common-ass no drama-ass nigga I keep these niggas sippin on super dick and advil Punishin they motherfuckin ass and keepin it dat real Ain't nothin you can do to keep a nigga off the score board It's fourth and four - FUCKIN RIGHT I'M GOIN FOR IT!!! [Chorus:4x] Jump, round, jump Jump, Jump Jump, round, jump watcha wanna do?! watcha gonna do?! LET ME KNOW GIRL, JUMP, JUMP!!! |
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Mothafuckin' murderer x2
Murdered my sister the only thing ?I'm tryin to tell? is to take it to that nigga get that mutherfucker what I tell myself make that mutherfucka feel what Chell felt heavenly father but ?your will? to bring them tears to her eyes fuck the fussin and the fights why she have to die couldn't ?beleive my baby? to leave away from here so goddamn early I tried to tell her that nigga was bad news but she ain't heard me fact was that she love this bitch but she found love on the graveyard shift and how many ? mutherfuckin' quick lift, or spliff, on the fifth find my baby sister she ain't deserve that shit nigga you couldn't of, nigga you wouldn't put your hand on a women, how could it be my sister can't say I wouln't miss her but I wouln't forget cha get that bitch for every time he hit ya he gone pay for what he did ya MURDER! Motherfuckin Murderer x3 possesed that nigga that hurt her 100% black queen self ?every women? nigga you lost your fuckin' life when you took hers from her you took her from her brothers and her baby mother from her but after its said and done your ass gone burn like its summer even ?a fuck? bout a system sister was your victim fuck he said he didi it what the fuck you mean your being a victim fuck him, I'll get 'em be that nigga to deal with him cut him and split him, reverse that feelin' commited ?mutherfuckin? centuries under my ceilin' the paper said lacerations to her ? what did the killin' but thats on my first born to make him my first blood heavenly father but ?your will? to bring them tears to her eyes she would probably miss my partner she was cool with ? multiplied by the people she went to school with never the less, rest my sweet sister ?I'm about to? handle this buisness get that thing and kiss ya picture heavenly fatherhe done put me in that water but I got to get theat bitch for what he did to my momma daughter never dreamed he'd be the one to hurt her she died a bloody murder MURDER! Motherfuckin' Murderer x4 into the tick-tock of the wee hour shit started to get sour she was killed by that fuckin' coward how could nothin' take so much and no more was uppin' no more huggin' but his conciense know the truth so he fucked up and her memories was all that was left so to that I'm clutchin' she was taken out of your reach now you can't touch her unfortunatly also taken from us so we gotta sufer ?dabalin'? down to that last supper gotta hustle feelin' my album shake the devil up reconstruct this motherfucka I never slowed down just throw it down like I know how thought I do it like she would have wanted me to do it I still can't believe I lost her in the worst way she died wearin' my very first T-shirt on my birthday now what the fuck I'm supposed to celebrate would have celebrated if I caufgt his ass but I got in my ?bed? and its too late everybody gotta roll they must play no hollerin' when to pray but this mutherfucka gotta pay there will be no reasonable excuse for what you've done even ignored him when he started stealin' from me cause them was crumbs a raindrop to a river huh, a sinner to a christian a holler to a whisper she was the sole reason that I got along wich ya but I'm a never heal from the scars of what you did to my sister MURDERER! Motherfuckin' Murderer x6 |
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