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me that's who,
me me that's who, me me that's who, I'm tha round out tha tank, I'm tha round out tha tank, I'm tha round out tha tank, I'm tha loud blacca blacca, wacca wacca coming from behind cha Me that's who (Chorus X 2) I'm tha "weee" before tha "boom' I'm tha fire in tha hole coming from tha tube I'm tha claymore mine sittin in the dirt I'm tha probe of support, I'm "doom doom doom" three round burst sleepin bag in tha freezin weather I'm tha fragmentation vessel for shrapnel and flyin metal I'm tha auto on tha fire select I'm tha thousand shells bouncin off tha brass deflector squeeze tha trigger send tha mass when it's time to take aim, I'm tha "waahhhaa" fool when they ricochet down range, creeping and seeking and keep in my target I'm tha biological threat you don't wanna go to war wit listen hear I make your fuckin bread where you live at I'm almost there click away from yo Bivouac flash yo brains, highly illuminated this is operation fuck all my destination (Chorus X 2) Ha, I'm all you rank and ribbons strips and brass and decorations I'm that fucking hole in tha earth after detonation C 130 episode coming from tha sky recognize round two rollin just like hypmatize I think in aromas so save ya breath if I don't get cha with tha rifle I'm a catch cha with my bayonet I roll with M1's, tote em how I would I'm a 45 day 45 night field prep I'm yo' smart book in tha live exercise begins and when it get dark I'm noisy like discipline twelve bravo run you out the foxhole make it to tha bunker it ain't no survival I'm that war vet that's combat ready whether arctic or jungle or the middle of the desert they try to make it when they know they can't how the fuck yo gon run from the round out the tank (Chorus X 4) |
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Whatcha gone do, Whatcha gone do nigga huh? (GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER) [7X's] There He Go, There He Go, There He Go [Mystikal] get the fuck from round me. If you gone be down be down stay down Nigga let me know if you got some type of fuckin' problem we can solve it, wash it up and dissolve it Up the pistol lay it down on the carpet. I aint come here for no fuckery don't fuck with me Niggaz sly be ducking like PAC cause I'm a hoodlum like Skull Duggery Don't worry bout the pain bitch cause you gone die sudden You cant get enough of me They be playin TAPS for yo ass at reveille You aint gone need no "do not disturb" cause you gone sleep heavenly. Plottin revenge on one of these bitch ass nigga out chea. I'm reminess bout my baby, then I wipe my tear. I can't keep still cause my nerves are bad. I done lost it; I done surpassed mad I know I can't rest till I CATCH THAT BITCH!!! I punch the brick wall with my balled up fist (GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER) [8x's] There He Go, There He Go, There He Go [Mystikal] There He Go, There He Go Wit his ol' lady deck out hands down back turned like its all gravy. Why nigga now BYE BYE nigga took a long And yall gon have to forgive me. but i got that nigga fine. This Nigga here can cancel New Years Nigga get yah issue. cause he aint even much gone live to see Christmas. Wrong! Wrong!! I was batin up his kidney with this motherfuckin 50. A job well done make dick get hard. I bagged that bitch with the pistol then I walked the fuck off. Huh. What goes around comes around my nigga. So why I'm still here I'mma hold down my nigga. This for the Gangstas and Killas, Drug Dealers and Wig Splitters. This for my niggas Locked down and all the niggas that feel us. This for the Projects and Ghettos with the scatter sight. And every street nigga thats duckin' them flash lights. There He Go, There He Go, There He Go (GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER) [8x's] [Guilotine] Father Foolishness I'm still here what about yo self? Hum yah ahh this Guilotine bitch. You still runnin' nigga. Cause we lookin for yah. Bitch you must believe that a nigga lookin' for yah. So keep Runnin, cause we still comin' as long as you runnin' Father foolishness. We gone make money so fuck everything you stand for nigga.
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Testin testin testin You can hear me, what what what? MIC, check one, check, check check You can hear me? YO! I'm loud enough? Yo! Mic mic, micraphone, check, check Yo, can you hear me? Yo! [Chorus: repeat 2X w/ variations throughout] YIKES!!! You know what I like? (What?) I keep it hype, the words that I write (Oh) I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic (Huh?) I say my rhyme LOUD, with all of my might [Verse One:] People say that nigga CRAZY, I'm throwin off I raise my voice up then, GO OFF!! The king of different, titan of screamin chantin louder than a hundred people clappin (GO) keep them fuckin speakers crackin Rockin it, about to ROLL The sticker on the tag can't make it ragged Vocals that'll blow horns til your ass in traction Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket BLING BLING comin through, not excuse me I'm the nigga that's makin this loud ass music [Chorus] [Verse Two:] The doctor slapped my ass, so I've been hollerin since an infant Gotta make sure they hear me cause I wants my attention! Disturb the class, so I stayed in detention Couldn't whisper when I was talkin so they sent me to the office The principal say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?" Said, "I try to be quiet but I just can't seem to lower the volume" "Hmm, what's your name?" "Michael Tyler" "Perhaps you'd be interested in joining our school choir?" Said, "Nah that's for funny boys" "Either that or a suspension," while you roll, HERE I COME BOY I wanna holla, but I gotta try: *clears throat* DOE RAY MI FAH SOH! Ahh no! That ain't gonna cut it, that ain't gonna get it Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try something ath-letic" But I'm too clumsy so I went to the band But I made more noise honkin than I did when I was playin! YIKES!!! That ain't workin so I'm leavin The very next day I was in ROTC Had no problems soundin off like I had a pair, THREE FOUR But I just ain't like them tight ass green pants that I had to wear All this ? made me tired, on top of that one of my teachers wanna see my ass outside I went downstairs to the yard When I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads I said, "You lookin for me? I'm the one who be talkin loud" She said, "Damn, nigga we need you on our cheerleadin squad" HELL NO, never ever Trevor Either that or a report card filled with the F letter GO, TEAM, FIGHT, WIN Nah this shit ain't cool, FUCK THESE TEACHERS AND THIS SCHOOL Got a loud mouth but I don't know what to use it for 'til they told me that they was gon' put me in the TALENT SHOW [Chorus] |
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Microphone check (what), check one
Microphone check (what), check two Microphone check (what), check three Microphone check (huh), check four What chall niggas wanna do, how yall wanna do it? Huh, check one Kick this shit raw Ghetto fabulous (5X) That's the rapper (8X) Turn your hands towards your ass and say bye bye From the southside, southside, puff, ya ya ya Nothin but the fiya ya Eardrums snatchin champion cheap rhyme busters till the day I die I say I lie Bitch I'll be fuckin on your grave singin ay la ba I throw em off, I'm two scoops for coo coo I swoosh through your froot loops, poo poo in your fubu Yall niggas remember what happened to that mosquito Tweeter tweeter MC, the sweeter I be ja meaner Stop your water turn off your gas cut off your lights Move you out, cut your grass, watch your kids, fuck your wife Like a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich I'm good Mm hmm, like syrup on the biscut and orange juice ??? Come and take me by the hand and walk ya I'm the thief in the night that slide your droors off ya Watch where ya steppin I'm a verbal weapon Bring more pain then when John Wayne came on old westerns What is the actual fuckin meaning I come in this bitch, without leavin this bitch that think we leaning It's been like that since way back I used to rock eight tracks before I rocked eight decks Concepts goin stay fat, concerts goin stay packed Ownership's goin stay black, nigga this is payback I scrape ya somethin crawlin to establishment Now I'm country club livin from the scribble scrabblin my talent Proper proper droppin somethin decent Yall niggas is as fucked up as Santa Clause for easter I'm a keep comin as long as KLC keep drummin Kick this shit raw Fuck them people, I'll fuck over you if I have to That's the nigga, that's that bastard That's the rapper (15X) Ghetto fabulous That's the nigga (8X) Who that say they can't sale boy? They the third ward huh, the 12th ward for all y'all My dogs, my boys and my hogs Gutiers on these boys and get down and go off All sides get high when they ride to my words They mine and they high when I'm live in concert Stop what your thinking This ain't no showoff of my business I don't need nine or ten pack of rappers with me I'm independent, make frontin, stuntin suckers lose thier stomach They lose their clout, their cool And after I come in the cut they lose thier woman Hello ghetto fabulous and big mansions And fine fabrics Like a man much money comes automatic You don't wanna battle with a hardcore rhyme fanatic Full speed ahead vocabulary acrobatic That's him, that's that rapper That's the man, that's the rapper That's ghetto fabulous That's the rapper (5X) |
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Since I'm so fucking bad give me mine get yours ooooh... [Verse 1] I woke up this morning rocked up hard like I was fuckin humping on the matress I realized I was dreaming then I got up I hit the Vick's inhaler 'cuz my nose was stuffed up to the bathroom to the sink from the mirror to the toilet from the bed to the floor oops, dont look know I think I sprinkled when I tinkled took a piss then shook the shank so, I dip in the sides there be a sweeter by the seater cocoa powder, bubble-bath, and rubbing alcohol for 5 fuckin cent that you could buy at the mall I was born in the ghetto, made by the ghetto I'm a long distance super-power, pussy-magnet so fabulous! [Chorus] [Charlie Wilson] I'm so happy, yeah! ghetto fabulous - living like this 'cuz I'm ghetto fabulous [repeat] [Snoop Dogg] [enters over repeat, speaking] Yeah I feel what you're saying, Dog but, uhh, you could let these fools know how hard it is when a nigga ghetto fabulous, know what I'm saying? let's kick that shit! [Mystikal] [Verse 2] it's like a big rush with no time niggas be like "whyyyyy" kids be like "let me get your autograph" bitches be like "ahhhh!" ever since I said "here I go" braids or not y'all they know me wherever I go I'm real private the windows tinted, doors locked the damn crowd you make a scene "ain't you Mystikal?" "no, I'm not." and let the hour long picture signing session take place lie to a diehard fan with a straight face what's your name? sign, hey, baby, how you doing? stay sexy, stay the same stay real, stay sweet and never forget I'm never going to change I'm loving what I'm doing and you can put that on your game I got my piece of pie and my piece of mind fool, I'm a piece of coal don't call me, people, let me shine I know you see me on t.v. with Snoop, Fiend, Mia, C, Silkk, Serv, and Petey nigga we frontin' these street-ies but livin' like this ain't easy it's fabulous! I'm so fucking bad [Chorus] [Verse 3] see, that's a cutie with her big booty and her big body her and her big fine potnahs be ordering drinks all down at the bar take their ??? and take their vitamins just work that halter top we don't got to buy and work them tight bell bottoms ohhh, you acting funny and trying to holler she project Tyra Banks she shaped like a coke bottle the neighborhood super-model hair whipping smelling good finger nails and her toes polished she did it how she lived 'cuz she got to have it first got them fucking kids by the baby's daddy her ass ain't never what she should have been go ahead on and act bad, I'll see ya when I get a hit see, she was so fucking bad [Chorus] [repeat] |
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[Master P] Woman like my momma Ain't no woman like my momma (11X) Sharin liquor with the homies, reminiscin bout the old days Cookin dinner in your kitchen listenin to the Bar-Kays When I got suspended momma, you taught me the rules When I was sick, you came got me from school And even though, I never had a daddy Momma took me where I need to go in a old school caddy And even though times were hard momma made sure the rent was there A single parent on welfare but momma kept her kids neat, that's why we understand And we couldn't fold name brands And momma even rode the Greyhound to see her little man, when he was locked down And even though I life the STREET LIFE Momma prayin for her baby, hope he get his mind right It feel good to see momma on top I told you if I make it momma you won't be forgot [Chorus: repeat 2X] [singers] Momma life ain't cool [Master P] Ain't no woman like my momma [singers] Tell me what would I do without you [Master P] Ain't no woman like my momma [Mystikal] I thank God, for keeping you strong, but you keep me strong Things'd be different if, momma wasn't home Who gon' fix the grits and eggs and smoked sausage Teach me and love me and raise me and watch me Who gon' lift my spirits when I get sad? I was seven years old when I lost dad Discipline me when I need a stain whip on my ass Who gon' take the slack and carry the load? Trying to accept the fact but I was too young to understand Make ends meet while in the grocery stores? that had me happy on my birthday and merry at Christmas? Who's the single parent to me and my big sister Stood by and didn't leave, just because Who took care of us, did everything for us? we was yours, she was ours Who was still sweet when everything went sour? You mom! [Chorus] [Silkk the Shocker] I couldn't imagine gettin this far, without you Even when the bills was due, you found a way to come through Even though we didn't have money, we seemed rich You was side by side when I was sick We had each other me and my sisters and brothers, forget the other shit Early in the morning, cooking eggs and grits You was the first one up, but you was the last one sleepin Couldn't live our life for us so, let us know Made sure we had somethin to eat, last one to eatin Wanted to tell us, but you had to just, let us grow Gettin older now, soon have to, let us go Didn't know how to tell you how much you meant to me We was goin through some things momma but you never, let it show And I only get one of you so I, cherish the times So I wrote that line So wherever you at, I hope you doin fine You did so much for me then, I'll do the same for you in time [Chorus] [Chorus w/o Master P]
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What the fuck? Shit.. It's.. HOT! I'm steamy, sweatin, tossin and turnin The whole house on fire, and I can't stop it from burnin I yell, "Somebody help me!" But ain't nobody pay em The curtains and the walls all indulged in flames I try my best to put it out then I said, "Fukkit!" Break, full speed to the back door, one room away Knew I that I did done some things that I shouldn't of But the faster and harder I ran it seemed like the longer I took I knew I didn't come into Sunday service like I could have Prayin, "Please God spare me; I don't wanna cook!" But have mercy for your child, forgive me for my sins I'm too young to die Lord, get me through this I gotta get to the back do', gotta get to the kitchen But they got thick black smoke comin from the kitchen Shit, all other exits are tossed, what I'ma do? Stay my ass here and burn or RUN THE FUCK THROUGH? Already havin trouble breathin when I started to cough But no more time to waste, I cover my face and took off! Dis-en-dehydrate, I'm gettin tireder I gotta, keep movin, cause it's gettin HOTTER and HOTTER, WHOO.. WHOAH, shit! I'm on fire! C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire! [6X] Oh shit! Ain't none of y'all motherfuckers help me out dere? HELP!!! Motherfuckers it's me! HELP!!! I gotta get out of here! I've been trapped for over 55 minutes Looks like I'm finished, this could be a fucked up ending "Call them people to me" tell them send the fire engine I done been in some fucked up shit but this the worst I ever been in I hope this ain't my calling y'all cause I ain't ready I'ma need some alerted emergency units to stand by, paramedics Runnin through the fire, and I can't turn back I can't see, I can't see, I'm BLIND!! Somethin went {WHOOSH} and everything went black Oh fuck I'm alright I just had my eyes closed the whole time Oops, shit damn! But that ain't my stop my shoes from movin cause outside, here I am! I made it! I'm still alive! I'm still the man! I smashed through the back door like a ram Out the house but still I got fire on my clothes Started goin wild on the ground tryin to get the flames out my shirt So I stopped, dropped, and rolled dick rolled Windmillin in the dirt, but nuttin didn't work! I heard a {HORN SOUNDS} but that was just a barge See I live right by the river THAT'S IT, WATER!!! Every step I took made hot footprints in the tar Get out the way cause everything I touch turn crispy Runnin over cars to the 12th Ward wall I'ma be at the riverfront, tell them people come get me!! C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire! [4X] Hello? Somebody get the fuckin fire off me! HELP! Sparks like aluminum foil, in the microwave oven Can't you see what's hap-pe-nin? Where them fuckin people? SOMEBODY DO SOMETHIN! Nobody wanna listen, everybody was scatterin Don't you see the smoke? Can't you hear the cracklin? I grab a nigga he screamed so loud that shit was eardrum shatterin! I said, "Don't scream Dawg, I need your help, I'm the one on fire!" He said, "Nigga you 'sposed to be dead, how you still alive?" But the shit don't seem to be harming me I heard them motherfuckin sirens, hollerin He was right by now they should be embalming me Damn this must have been a bad dream the whole ? I guess they finally got the people to me, they must have saw me Huh, cause they was headed right for me And said, "You just been put out, the fire went away!" A fireman walked up, and handed me a tape
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| 4:38 |
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Mystikal: Ugh camera rolling
Shouldn't a did that Me and Busta Rhymes Busta Rhymes:Busta Rhymes and Mystikal Nigga Ha ha ha ha hahahaha in a perminent sleep Aint many of these niggas coming harder than me Flip Mode, No Limit, who you thought it would be? Chorus: Mystikal/Busta Rhymes(Busta Rhymes mimics Mystikal) Wacha This for my live bitches Busta Rhymes: Contact we will bomb that All I know is Beet it like Micheal and fuck up you cycle Blast you with my grandfather's rifle I'm great to stifle Bitch Create a crises your paying the prises With the de was never richeous I think i might just, hit you now? You know u can fold here, niggas know it aint all there Prepare for warfare, niggas is everywhere Fuck with my niggas we are double there Flip Mode nigga you'll find trouble here Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning Hoping and learning You yerning to take hold of a niggas burning Reps for every grain of salt from every street corner The ones you wanted from Brooklyn to the south of the border No Limit and Flip Mode in this bitch While Mystikal and Busta Rhymes be straight busting your shit Chorus 2 Mystikal: I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquit Take the wall out, fall out I'm not playing with these dumb bitches What you doing if your riches don't fit ya? Ball playing and swinging on a track We some big old niggas Not some dead old niggas Bitch you trying to do something I'm gonna get on with ya I'm scratchy! You can't match I'm known for getting nasty With my ciggerette ass Once I get this fucker started you can't stop Oww you done fucked up now Mystikal and Busta Rhymes like Dolomite and Red Fox They frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox Chorus 3 |
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[Mia X] [Mystikal] You sho' you ready? (Fuckin right.. nigga what?!) MC.. (Whoa) This is your motherfuckin time nigga, you ready? (Huh bro?) Fuck that mask we don't need no mask they know who we is anyway! What we gon' do, is go in here, handle our business Take everything and break out You feelin me? [gun cocks] [Mia X] Well let's let them niggaz have it We got the clout in this bitch so don't be fuckin around This is a stick, up, MC's lay it down Got the rap game locked, spittin what they feelin Makin all the money, got em say we rackateering Y'all fearing No Limit, black owned and operated Uncle Tom's and Lil' Sambo's get annihilated Y'all ain't tolerated, cause only soldiers ride with T-R-U On the Tank full of lyricists, hustlers, and gorillas Killers, and we do what we gotta do to make it happen All action, all cappin, fuck yappin Mappin, out the industry, gon' blow this joint and take the royalties, the publishin and all the points right with us It's the Black Prince and the Biggest Mama Shootin sparks from the top of the Billboard charts Watch out now, don't nobody move, cause you gon' lose Then we takin everything, cause we brought the right tools [ Chorus: Fiend [repeat 2X]] Give it up, give it up, or get fucked up It's gon' happen point blank range, so don't even duck We lust to bust, turnin bitches to dust Black Prince in this bitch with the Biggest Mom of em all Always your ass if you don't give it up [Mystikal] Out of sight, when we unite, like killers and George Slowly, unlock the safe on the wall Stop disrespectin the pistol I'm pointin at y'all Cut up that fuckin remake, and give me that sample Buck buck! Get down, get on your face or get handled Bitch keep still 'fore I make an example Bag the loot then, cover the camera Give me the fuckin recoup, you 'sposed to be payin me! Snatch a fuckin hostage then run out with the manager Fuck it, gotta have my paper, fortune and fame Lay it down so the bitches won't forget my name! [GUN FIRES] Listen close motherfucker If you don't meet my demands, this nigga gon' suffer This ain't no fucking game, and ain't none of this funny If you want this nigga to live, then gimme your company! [ Chorus ] |
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| 4:51 |
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I'm in the land.. L.A. land of the sticky Sup? Show y'all niggaz some shit What ch'all niggaz know bout that purple weed nigga? It's that sticky, that bud Indo, hydro Open up the window, I'm bout to blow! That fire shit Nigga what ch'all, what ch'all got what ch'all got to roll em up? Nigga straight, ?, the Dutches and the Black n Milds? Packwoods? Garcia Vegas? Straight chocolate Phillies? Y'all niggaz don't know nuttin about them Corolas Ha yeah, J.O.B., one point five [Mystikal] Light it, hit it, hold it, pass Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end Take the Phillie out and roll it up! Puff puff blow it up! See some of y'all niggaz be talkin about blowin but can't handle the doja Gettin sleepy n shit, quittin all early Bitch you ain't no smoker! Y'all must think used to hittin that dirt Me, I ain't got shit else to do the sticks with the brown buds Nigga I'm bout to get FUCKED UP! Two cases of green, optimal burned away and nighttime done turned back to day A.M. done turned to P.M. Feelin sporty in my hotel - spent the whole day gettin LOA-DED! I'm, still smo-kin It's nothin but sticky and nothin but doja Disconnect the smoke detector and It's nothin but smoke til there's nothin to smoke put a wet towel up under the door! Nobody else probably more dope for me, I got the whole tree Leftovers for me, whoo this bitch off the HEE! Button up cause suck em up is a pet peeve First don't put my light in your pocket Second don't wet my god damn weed!! That's just two, before I could get to three and four five and six, I heard a DUM DUM DUM DUM at the do' Evidence all over, I've been doin somethin serious Gotta hide this shit, cause I know that's hotel security He said, "Sorry sir, I don't mean to disturb ya, but I smell smoke!" I played it off, I said, "Come back later I ain't got on no clothes" I ain't goin back Fuck it just went to jail for that shit I done ate an ounce and I'ma flush the rest Cause I ain't goin out like that! Sprayin cologne and cuttin on the shower Tryin to clear it up Worried like a dog but I gotta open the door Fukkit here go nuthin! The do' swung open and some young nigga He said, "I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack!" talkin bout, "What's happenin?" Ain't that a bitch! Boy you betta get your bitch ass up outta here Nigga I'd think you the motherfuckin police I done threw all my motherfuckin weed away Nigga, get your motherfuckin hoe ass up outta here fuckin with you old bitch ass nigga Bitch before I stomp your bitch ass The fuck! Boy this nigga done blew my motherfuckin high |
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Fuckin right I'm hip-hop
I hoe hop, I'm funky as a pair of Reeboks with no socks I'm hot like a nigga watchin a big titty bitch with no bra I'm tight like them twistin up under the 6 with no top I've been up all night Writing like a motherfucker cluck with no clock Been platinum and I'm still stompin Rock jam-packed concerts and bitch filled parties Done had them standin more than a hot comb when I perform Gotta em feelin like they in Saigon when they hear what I got I got funk No Limit legitimate respect the man of power I turn your motherfuckin thunderstorm into scattered showers Yo Bam, bitches can't get down like me and the Pound can, we ain't gotta bring up SoundScan I come into focus when they all starin I turn your fuckin head and, spin your fuckin ball bearings Hit the antenna so they all scatterin Believe that cause I'm tellin you they don't challenge what they can't handle M-Y-S-T-I Smoke spinach, eat chicken, shit bullets, SPIT FIRE I'm above you like the sky Like the clouds like the Gods like the birds and the pilots You know why I'm here, come to say it loud For the one-thousand nine-hundred and nine nine to infinity and BEYOND Now.. now.. now.. now.. bitch Respect my motherfucking mind Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you think Bitch I kill you Respect my fucking mind Fuck what you think, fuck what you feelin Bitch I kill you Respect my mind Fuck what you think, fuck what you feelin Bitch I kill you Respect my fucking mind Bitch I kill you, bitch I kill you I said BITCH I KILL YOU Back-bending, That's That Nigga spinning Y'all done feeling my line before I finish my SENTENCE This m |
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(Ughhhhhh) Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters (Mystikal) I'm movin too fast, doing to much for these niggas Hum bro I get paid to leave the house sideways Bitch stickn out, what I can take it without quessn' You the mutha fuckin coward And I'm the big bad wolf nigga And I'm coming to devoiour Aint nuthin better than money Sex and the power Oh how I love to be on top of the power Fuck I got it to go wit it, clownish out dat back cuttin up telly to telly bouncn' I got 5 women, 4 cars 3 homes and 2 apartments A rolex, 10 leather jackets, And 20 pair of Michael Jordans All in it, front and back wheels spinnin I might not bid to you But I'm the shit in the city Street things, represent the real no lim Razor sharp rhymes penatrating you skin The way I drop Bitch gotta feel them I'm that close Try to stop me from gettn' it (Ughhhhhh) Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters (C-Murder) I make a million dollar dream become reallity without a doubt I get paid for every rhyme coming out my mouth And gangst |
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[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 |
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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 |
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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]
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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
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