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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
19 nigga 7, bitch what's happenin? [Chorus:] Thirteen muthafuckin years! I know what to do to knock your stupid ass so bad you ain't no challenge. This ain't no fluke, this pure deep talent. Thirteen muthafuckin years! Thirteen muthafuckin years! so bad you ain't no challenge. I know what to do to knock your stupid ass Thirteen muthafuckin years! [Verse 1] Bow, when I hold the microphone and hold it Keepin me rappin until I hoarse and swollen Thirteen years and rollin Gettin part of this, niggas don't want no more of this I rate colder than coldest Slap a nigga that style sound some like mine Never leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes Mad enough you screamin "It AIN'T!" (This line whispered, can't hear) I'ma be known for fuckin over your whole album You be pissin me off some the time, take you down one at a time Who want my rhyme? Keep decling, I'ma keep climbing Keep duckin, I'ma keep buckin Keepin heat seekin rhymes comin to get you bitches off me Disrespectors cow sled, (..?..) Hard to break, if it comes that way It took me thirteen muthafuckin years just to make a tape But that don't mean that my rhymes one of the strongest Fuck the side of all this, long as you done it All I know I been tryin to make it for the fuckin longest When I done it, gettin blunted bout to run this bitch Takin them riders down with me, clown with me [Chorus] Leave thirteen in your muthafuckin chest and you can count em [Verse 2] Nigga go pass the vibe, dividin mad this year Creative catastrophy, leave MCs in closed caskets Hit ya like full metal jackets, cut like hatchets Tight as ratchets, and burn like matches Thick than amino acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattress Droppin like the temperature in December Clippin em, tippin em, been writin raps far back as I can remember Fulla them rocks, everybody move key Handle your buisness in this industry of competition It was ghetto Djs and sucka MCs Or be at F.W. Bulls washin dishes Bitch I was born to write million dollar rhymes Battle in the hallways of Cohen back in 85 86, 87, 88, hooked up with Big Boy records and made my first demo tape We dropped some real shit in the basement To come from New Orleans made it hard to surface I had big ol' nigga tracks, raps like pavement That's when I got discouraged and joined the service Pissed of and I (?) before long I went to war and served federal time before I made it back home Ain't shit unlucky about my number thirteen No more rips in my jeans and gettin my cream [Chorus] I hit the bitch like BOSH! Owwwwww! [Verse 3] Never gon bounce could rap and doin time before I bow How in the fuck you like me right now Told your ass she had said I'd be on top of the pile Cause my rap style is my hustle I shot niggas up like Muslims With the flex like muscle Use a, pretty delievery cause it's most important I form a style sharp enough to cut straight through the bones I came from my welts, gave up my belt I got off from Big Boy records to put my single on the shelf, now Do I do it? Fuckin right I did it Shoulda seen the little chir'en in the street singin I'm Not That Nigga Size ain't nothin nigga, I'm short Shockin nigga, raah! They gave me five hundred dollars, shit I quit both of my jobs My birthday came, and my sister died Fuck em, got some other shit to do from nine to five This shit thats tragic can't be no more But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal with Jive Because of my rings I work at A&P no more I drive my landcruiser off the show floor Comin with scheme, up in my dream Got the time to time to feel pain, sittin on Volvos Who'd a ever thought I'd be a No Limit soldier by the end of that thirteen Thirteen manic muthfuckin years! |
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from Shaft (샤프트) by David Arnold [omnibus, ost] (2000)
(Mystikal)
Listen!...Listen!...huh...Listen! Government got it where u can't do shit no mo' The water ain't no good, the grass don't grow Never mention schools ain't safe no mo' killing in the 1st grade six years old Ask yo self this, In what kind of world is that to raise yo children Then again it really don't matter, where you gone go, you still gotta live it Let's face reality, stop talking bout peace that's a thing of the past But then again that's a bald face lie, cause a few years ago you was hanging my ass ??? no presidents, sometimes the whole world just pressed up against me Think about it, young black man, come up set up for penitentary Do the math, all on you, choose yo path, be a leader, pray for strength Know when to cap and when to blast Get back on track, we damn near got past crack, then every dope dealer got snatched back, we all wit the black on black That's sad, Is it really in our nature what make it so bad But I ain't no better then the rest of ya'll, plus I came up in a house wit out no dad I knew that you left, ??? ??? you didn't won't to But that how it is, Lord help us, You know what we going through Hook: It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, that's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get it together, but some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow (Mystikal) Somebody tell me what you get in a relationship with nothing but silence, silence We ain't married so we can't get divorced so the only thing left is domesticated violence When a man uses a woman to take out his problems He abuses that woman, then man must recognize his assignment We got two kids and you pregnant again so how can we profit That's BULLSHIT! That ain't no reason to pull her arm out the socket Baby I'm so sorry, you know that I luv you and didn't wanna hurt you When I put my hands on ya, I was wrong so I don't deserve ya I never thought I'd see the day when they scrap a nigga when they talk about 'em on the t.v. Now my sister flipping in the grave, cause that's a cheap ??? and I know this can't be me Lord help her forgive me, God give me my purpose Jesus break this chains, you know this a vintage circle But I got my trust in you, I know there will be light at the end of the tunnel I done been in many situations, she was there each and everyone of 'em Keep me humble, I wanna take time out write down and thank ya, thank ya Trying to make it wit out you is something we can't do Hook: It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, that's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get us together, but some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow (Mystikal) Lord tell them you difference between having eternal life or forever burn, burn Lord tell em you was wit me when I had my accident and my truck started flipping and turnin', When it feel like I was dying from the moment of impact, we rolled ten times I was down on my best, that fool came on my side of the line But when the truck did finally stop moving I was just fine My little brother that was on the passenger said must of got hurt cause he was unconscious We done had our tradegy's, we was just talking so this can't be happenin' But before I could say anything else, I saw the helicopter and the ambulance My little brother came back through, first thing he said was, "What is going on" But the next thing he said was, "watch over me lord and keep me strong" And right then and there, I knew every thing was gone be alright But we ain't promised nothing So thank you my lord for saving his life Hook: 2x until fade It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, that's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get it together, but some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
(Mystikal)
Listen!...Listen!...huh...Listen! Government got it where u can't do shit no mo' The water ain't no good, the grass don't grow Never mention schools ain't safe no mo' killing in the 1st grade six years old Ask yo self this, In what kind of world is that to raise yo children Then again it really don't matter, where you gone go, you still gotta live it Let's face reality, stop talking bout peace that's a thing of the past But then again that's a bald face lie, cause a few years ago you was hanging my ass ??? no presidents, sometimes the whole world just pressed up against me Think about it, young black man, come up set up for penitentary Do the math, all on you, choose yo path, be a leader, pray for strength Know when to cap and when to blast Get back on track, we damn near got past crack, then every dope dealer got snatched back, we all wit the black on black That's sad, Is it really in our nature what make it so bad But I ain't no better then the rest of ya'll, plus I came up in a house wit out no dad I knew that you left, ??? ??? you didn't won't to But that how it is, Lord help us, You know what we going through Hook: It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, that's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get it together, but some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow (Mystikal) Somebody tell me what you get in a relationship with nothing but silence, silence We ain't married so we can't get divorced so the only thing left is domesticated violence When a man uses a woman to take out his problems He abuses that woman, then man must recognize his assignment We got two kids and you pregnant again so how can we profit That's BULLSHIT! That ain't no reason to pull her arm out the socket Baby I'm so sorry, you know that I luv you and didn't wanna hurt you When I put my hands on ya, I was wrong so I don't deserve ya I never thought I'd see the day when they scrap a nigga when they talk about 'em on the t.v. Now my sister flipping in the grave, cause that's a cheap ??? and I know this can't be me Lord help her forgive me, God give me my purpose Jesus break this chains, you know this a vintage circle But I got my trust in you, I know there will be light at the end of the tunnel I done been in many situations, she was there each and everyone of 'em Keep me humble, I wanna take time out write down and thank ya, thank ya Trying to make it wit out you is something we can't do Hook: It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, that's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get us together, but some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow (Mystikal) Lord tell them you difference between having eternal life or forever burn, burn Lord tell em you was wit me when I had my accident and my truck started flipping and turnin', When it feel like I was dying from the moment of impact, we rolled ten times I was down on my best, that fool came on my side of the line But when the truck did finally stop moving I was just fine My little brother that was on the passenger said must of got hurt cause he was unconscious We done had our tradegy's, we was just talking so this can't be happenin' But before I could say anything else, I saw the helicopter and the ambulance My little brother came back through, first thing he said was, "What is going on" But the next thing he said was, "watch over me lord and keep me strong" And right then and there, I knew every thing was gone be alright But we ain't promised nothing So thank you my lord for saving his life Hook: 2x until fade It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, that's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get it together, but some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
Wuz up yall, wuz up soldiers? This M-P, The Colonel. We ain't no rookies at makin records Mystikal, Silkk Together, Oh yeah. It's time to pass out the stripes Hah Bra I told you there wasn't no limit I told ya like I told him Like I mean what I say what I say is what I mean I talk mo shit than Muhammed Ali In a situation about makin my green First impression nigga back down Fuck they can't stand up next to me Competition bring out the best in me Shit you talkin weirder than Elvis Presley I'm tryin to blow out bigger than the jaws of Dizzey Gilespie Nigga the nigga won't let me That's why when I get my shit I snipe like Wesley You fuckin wit my right on what you been missin in this picture Style funkin than a big pot of chitilins in yo kitchen Some slang in yo shit ain't hittin Like I used the sound before Listen to yo punk ass diamond sherm like what the fuck I'm around here for Rough lines and hard rhymes Consider me an asset Slow down cause I got some more rhyme ambush ya ass set Nigga that's how it is and I'ma make sure it stay that way I did what they thought that I wasnt gonna do And said what they thought that I wasn't gonna say You know when I'm cookin Cause you can smell it To a buckshot from a pellet Here I Go! I'm here to tell it [ x 2] Here to tell it Stomp this motherfucker like elephant Spray you bitches like apes Fly by you bitches like pelicans Put a crack in yo exo-skeletan Shake this bitch like a bowl of gelatin we soldiers no limit soldiers ugh there ain't no limit Acceptin you can deliver title material Somethin got your mind all blocked up I be sexually exited when I'm writin I'm racked up Oh Creative bails been unclogged up I keep my elbow in your back To keep yo ass cocked up Ain't no fuckin wit me Ain't no fuckin wit shit I did 26 and been through it Tellin it like it is Comin up with tight shit To make your girlfriend love me Hunt me like playin rugby Been a star since smokin puffies And I'm that type of nigga that come thru this bitch Now I stay down like it ain't nothin My position is a matter of graphs My title is not for uppin Seem like I can take a little bit more that what you put out to harm me Gotta continue to line my style to take Formin a fort (You really will) I writes em line for line Take my time till the shit is all tight Focusing mind For most definitive could take all night All right Fuckin right Unlike nobody else I'm a one man show Like havin sex with yourself (Oh that was good) You know how we kick it You know what we do All opportunities And all unlimit No matter if its good Its gotta be tru Mix mastered and marked Somebody sell it Fuck wit a no limit nigga over there talkin bout Bitch I'm here to tell it All aboard, put your coat on boy Cause its about to get real fuckin chilly Smoke yo ass like a philly Fix yo face Why you lookin all silly Uh I stay muggin Or should I say stay thuggin (Okay) I ain't lettin shit pass NO! I'm whoopin yo ass down the boat Trick I'm the illest Shouts say fuckin thriller Mystikal and Silkk tha Shocker Is how we met like King Kong Godzilla Two of the baddest niggas on one track How many of yall see some of that None Well in this rap game it don't matter We run that! Master P, Silkk, Mystikal Like herb when they fire Yall busters better retire Put chall mouthful under the wire It ain't no limit to our biz Monopolize, capitalize our share Makin rhetoric comin thru shit we done did Cause I lay laws down like the mayor do Boy look I'm buck wild Plus I got mo styles than a hairdo I play my enemies and foes like checkers (Crown Me!) Keep those in section (how broke) Broke like some records No limit play it Yall better hear it You a bad mutha (Hush Yo Mouth) I was only talkin bout yo lyrics I hang with ballers and gangstas (Oh my) Step back for a second And watch these soldiers come take ya Roll By! Entrepreneurs n Tycoons If yall doubt it Yall better not say it cause I been known to get down and dirty Or should I say I'm just Bout it Bout it T-R-U Yall spell it It ain't no limit to this boy And I'm here to tell it There ain't no limit Where you at Mystikal! HERE I GO! Told ya shut ya mouth two of the baddest, ain't no limit Silkk that shocker, and mystikal, Ice cream man, audi 5000 tru represent yall cant fade us shut ya mouth no doubt we just bout it bout it let it all out |
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from Mystikal - Tarantula (2003)
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 |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Huh!
Ha! Yea (Lets go get this bitch ass nigga) Let me tell you a little story about... About this nigga I knew... This nigga I knew... Jus-Just... Look *You was my nigga, now we beefin' I'm bustin' at you You bustin' at me And it wont stop till we both sleepin' (It's world war nigga) (Check this shit out) *Repeat We was claimin' the same hood Fucked the same bitches (same bitches) And they knew If I hit it, you had to hit it too We was crew You was with me when I first pulled the trigger You tried to shoot too, but your gun jammed So we pulled off..ya remember? I hid by your mama house for a couple of days Cause the niggaz we was beefin' with knew where I stayed We were some down south niggaz Bootin' 'em out niggaz The wrong route niggaz... Typical niggaz We just nickel and dime it Sellin' weed...to the needy Everything be 50-50 Ain't no need for being greedy You my dogg, huh? (For sho' bro) So thats how we played it Niggaz who hated... We rushin' them and demonstrated While we ain't to be faded On this mission to get money, power, and bitches Or whatever come along with these riches That's if nobody snitches I'd do a BID for ya Take care of your KID for ya But damn! Look what these pussy niggaz done did to ya <phone rings> (chorus in the background during the talking) -Hello?? -Yeah, nigga, whats happenin'? -Whats happenin' with ya dogg? -Nigga, whats happenin' with you nigga? Talking about you got some beef with me nigga -Beef wit' you? Nigga you know I'm a real nigga, If I had some beef with you, I'd come to you like a man dogg...It ain't like that between us See what it is, is... You talkin' to these niggaz...and these niggaz got you goin' Them niggaz told you I blew up And I forgot about us The same niggaz who was with you and afraid to bust How could you listen to these niggaz? When they mean no good Mothafuckers ain't even from our hood And know you snortin' furl with 'em Off in that world with 'em And Father forgive him He dance to some other rhythm Ever thought that we could work it out? We would meet But as long as you with them niggaz I'll be with that heat And that's deep Cause I made a promise to your mama when we was only 12 I'll deliver you from evil and keep you alive and well Guess I gotta disappoint her But you leave me no choice... Callin' my crib, with this murder-murder tone in your voice What...I'm a bitch or somethin'? I used to fight for ya Used to let you stay at my mama crib when shit jsut wasn't right for ya Look what you do me in return... I guess I played with fire So eventually it burns Nigga -Hello? Hello? Man this nigga done fuckin' hung up on me Y'all think that nigga serious? *Repeat It's world war nigga |
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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
Chorus: Mystikal Making Noise
First Verse: BEWARE! The man with the braids done walked in Mild mannered like Clark Kent I'M rougher and tougher than dead shark skin This man gonna be have you flippin' like the pages of (???) Evil like Cruella Five minutes later I'ma still be hard as an armadillo Roll like an eighteen wheeler Shinin' like the slipper Of Cinderella And bad weather And acapella THIS FELLA TOP SELLER!!!! Gonna be that way til' I'm old as Mandela STILL GETTIN' BETTER!!!!! Writin' rhymes I'm best of 'em I'm the arrester, I'm the professor I'm the nigga that keep his picture on your girlfriend's dresser Now really Tell me what you muthafuckas know about gettin' ROWDY Tell your whole Sunday gang bout it BITCH I BEEN BOUT IT!!!!! Now, I kick the rest of you into HASH BOW GRASSHOPPER, BOW TO THE MAN!!!!!!! Chorus Second Verse: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Bet'cha runnin' I bet'cha, bet'cha I'm best that I'm better Run with a letter Swift as a jet or keep up with the pace setter Sparkle like glitter HARD HITTER HOE GO-GETTER SIDE STEPPIN' FROM NO NIGGA!!!!!! Whenever you bitches decide you gonna get too big for your britches Leavin' you stitches Diggin' ditches Sufferin' hickeys, cuts, scrapes, bruises, welts Don't fuck with the RHYMIN' BLACK BELT WATCH YOURSELF!!!!!!! BOOM!!!!! HERE I GO!!!!!!! BOOM BOOM!!!!!!!! ?I KNOW!!!!!!! Y'all niggas can't fuck with the man with two tongues, cuz that's the way I flow Cuz I can get hot like fire And you can't put it out, it's like tip-toein' on top of barbed wire For instance, persistance No resistance, stay your distance Is vital to your existance You leave it to me to show you the way out I'm never gonna play ya I'LL TAKE YOUR OLD LADY EVEN IF I TOOK MY BRAIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDS OUT!!!!!!!!! Chorus Third Verse: And I'm uh, ready, and it looks like ALL you bitches are rusty Y'all can't buss me, don't cuss me Hit'cha, so much muthafuckin' we gone leave this bitch musty You disgust me Trust me When Mystikal hits the door, you bitches be SCREAMIN' to touch me I'm the invisible man you can't see me I'm mackin' illusions and confusion I'm abusin', your conclusion, and contusions, from the bruises Issuin' these muthafuckas with the style that them bitches want FIVE FOOT ELEVEN, screamin' to heaven I say FUCK SHIT GOD DAMN Bitch respect me like a reverend, and... Congregation say "Amen" (Amen) Come through this muthafucka swingin' like a CAAAAVEEMAAAN And you against me, you better not say it go back in the water Come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come UP JUMP THE SHIT STORM!!!!!! From the rats Rollin' out Since you wanna BOW muthafucka BOW to the master! Chorus |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
What what what what what
*Who talkin noise? We makin noise 504 boy Playin with them big toys X4 Look Motherfuckers its mac The one who pump slugs in your back Lyrical attacka Keep it ghetto like black lacqua Camo'd assasin To the best the epitomy Of a soulja Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda Hold your horses I come through like "whatchu wanna do?" Murder who? I kill that whole crew with a 2-2 These niggaz rookie I crush em like pink cookies Dont fuck with me When im broke Pissed off And my bitch aint given me no nookie Kinda glad P took me Off the streets to make duckies Now I take supermodels to hotels And make whoopie Pull they hair Call em out they names Dont you like that? Then I give my lil sister the cash So she strike that Niggaz like mac Rock mercedez benz toe bustas And I only shop at them military Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes till I die Nigga what? Im a Tank Dogg These niggaz is just mutts (ARF!) *Repeat (X2) My nigga Jeff just got 30 years Fuck MC Went in a house Found a safe with about 3 bricks Thats that punk bitch Deuce-A Sweatin my niggaz He wont rest until my whole click's Doin some figgaz Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite? A young nigga With a .45 Bustin on site What I might Is whether bleed with passion See this drug game to me Is like a fatal attraction Salvation from this life Thats what I need See these jealous ass niggaz Wont let me breathe Will I succeed in this cold world? Pray for me please I dont get caught up in this rap life A dying disease Over seas is where they come from We know who sent them If them bitches six-teenth I believe ill get them I aint fuckin with no new niggaz Believe im ballin If I ever go to jail Big Boz im callin Will my real niggaz ride for me? Believe they will If I get killed Bring me back to the IvoryVille Nigga *Repeat (X2) They say only god can judge me My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3 Prolly in the year 2 G But livin this street life I'm thuggin and ready to rumble With any nigga that ready to tussle Motherfucker I feel as if im at the edge of my life So I give it to them raw In the heat of the night I ain't hard to find Im the nigga with the two 9's Next to the Last Don Nigga thugged out for mine A Made Man The Bossalinie of the scenery And be full of that greenery When you peepin me Im full of that crime family Im on the grind and I can handle that I aint trappin I gotta weigh that shake Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients Some ghetto dope Go round tweekin And get D.I.G. Thats me im a young nigga Fuck around with me dog And y'all get done nigga *Repeat (X4) |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
*Buckle Up Boy
Dont Give a fuck boy Here The Gillatine Big Ryders With The rest of the Big Trunk boys Leather Shit With the Big Chrome Boy Hit 'em with flat double barrel Big strung Boy *Repeat Dont Get Caught Up with my big truck boy Fuck Up Doggg!! Respect My Line And Keep my shit clean Aint Gone Let The Big Buck Fall White On Black Tinted Windows With the big black dog Nigga Slippin Bitches Toten Trying To Get Knocked Off Its With the corna Shit Sidewalk 3 6 Hard Aint No motherfucka know whats on my old man log From Yall with the paint balls Horrible Dogs Ten hut but I can pay for it fog fog Somebody follin me in my rear view and it probaly them lawerys Thinkin im slanging that powder But I aint bout to cop no charge Thats the pt crosier Double R no job But I aint got no time im bout to ride to the frayer Hope they dont bring my shit back cause he aint to far If they take my shit strait over to buisness for war I'm talkin better, he said you talk to B.K. I said I aint got the day I said you strait Yes im on my way with my shit THATS what I did broke off head show me whats up thats what I said Hot curds front light in the streets wodie wanted every small car 5 10 east *Repeat (x2) Tellin a motha fucka to strada talk on the phone drinks grada state troopers can kiss my ass the rest of you Bitches gone eat my dust Hit the city limit Lyrics start Yellin "thats my truck" Pull Up the red light tring to watch which nigga bone get back bra Packin towla gone rollin through town catch up with the fella with drug dealls hooka's and stella's better watch out for car jackers some of the bitchs ass niggas jelouse Betta lock you tower girl they comin to get yo need devoloped uptown hot be serivin like they be slappin round nigga's them nigga got a gillatin in they navigator on the back niggas standin dancin Keepin this nigga on the nextel wont even awnser some white nigga tryin to be like a snake dont even know whats happening *Repeat (x2) Belive me niggas on 18 & 19 20 up tinted up piped up tank up filled up grilled up loaded siked up hyped up iced up polo striped up might up they want fresh cuts they rush all like big trucks Big house big car big dogs like big stuff big piano pig feet pig smoked hut hut hut I like the to let the sun roof to let the wind blow my hair I tured on 5th avenue boom! there them nigga's go right there lookin at all them guns will do harm to yo eye balls these niggas live you might not see can the side walk showing off with some thing mystikal drip drop He aught know being a dog he gone tag it looking like he gone charge at me cut nigga drinkin taboscian mixed with wine put it 1 I put em with a cat fish dangrous niggas having fun holling at q we got a show in florida here we come *Repeat |
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from Mystikal - Tarantula (2003)
[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 |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
What's up niggaz this is Peaches. It's the mothafucking cizzolonel. Master P. And I'm gone introduce ya'll to one of the hardest lieutenants on the tank, Mystikal. We was all born to be soldiers. See these evil thoughts, it was scolded into our mothafucking souls from these walls. The ghetto nigga.
Bitch I'm a soldier I was born to be a soldier Mystikal: Attent hut mothafucka don't you move I got what it take to make your as feel But first I'ma make your ass feel when we light your mothafucking hill Its never no rest in this parade No Limit Soldiers throwing grenades Strictly, heavy artillery call me gunning I got your ground troops running from INCOMING Go,go go go go 50 caliber Bout to rip your ?? vest, split your caviter Them niggaz be marching in the ?? Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us No L-B-E no M-R-E But we kill our enemies and drive hum v's Chorus: Master P: Born to be a mothafucking soldier Colonel don't play I'm out that tank Money in the bank, leave nigga stank At ease when we rap Salute cause we strapped Fools run they trap, soldiers bust caps Fools die many deaths, soldier dies 1 Put that on my gold teeth my gats and my blunts Candy painted hummer, triple goldies we bout it Eyes ever red gone off green cause we rowdy ?? ?? niggaz go thru ?? Weapons down the barrel of a gat cause I'm no tattletail I'm ready to bust these niggaz whoever got them g's nigga I'm fucking slanging them keys nigga I'm from New Orleans nigga Chorus: Silkk: I came out the mothafucking womb, nigga wore combat paint I fuck around my first words be buck heads ?? fucking think My ghetto actics, my ghetto tactics, I stack quick Sticking like a cactus I flip your ass like a acrobatic Nigga what I'm back, My M16 be black I was born to drop phat shit fuck your ass like a sack bitch Yeah I keep my gat bitch But because how dangerously I live I got to react quick No Limit Soldier, told ya and that's it But see, I'm always into something I kick shit off like a punt We roll like mothafucking blunts See don't come stunting and don't try to front Cause Silkk the Shocker will slam your ass like a mothafucking dunk Putting on my camouflage nigga, stringing up my fucking boots Why when a mothafucka ?? cock reload and shoot About face salute You can tell I'm a soldier, by the way I talk You can tell I'm a soldier by the way I march I was born to be a soldier Chorus: Fiend: Wrap his legs in weed, lil Fiend live by soldiers creed Broken uzi, in the bottom pocket of my fatigues War fatigues, ?? chest games with a chain Put your hands ?? at the gun range Cause I believe in bringing pain Where I'm playing survival games, that's why I sport no vest Those niggaz was put to rest, but I got them stripes tatted on my chest I was blessed as my recon saw the harm in dissing The war from this was that Fiend born from this Scorned from this, so other armies now gone hire Cause the crimes desired, results in a lines of fire Enemies retire and I'm bitting to throw up Til my guards show up No Limit Soldiers the world blow up Mac: Assassin, soldier, sniper, murderer Son of a bitch, arsonist, house burglar Been there, done most before the sun rose He change clothes when the popos chase ?? with the base Got them hoes all up in my face and the fake niggaz hate So I started lifting weights And even when I'm dead and gone, my legacy will live on Tattoo me on your arm and tell niggaz he got his rhyme on Murder, murder kill killing and shit That I spit for lunatics who be feeling the shit Put the gat in my face I never squeal nigga keep it real Pops gave me the game about the battlefield We attack like the men in black You react if you got a gat I never die camouflage in my veins I never change in the purple rain My name manifest pain I'm a soldier Chorus: |
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from Who's The Man In The Master Plan [Clean Version] (2002)
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 |
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from Mystikal - Tarantula (2003)
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 |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police I got five on the lips But I ain't payin for the ass You just got yo hair fixed So can you pump a nigga gas Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick C-Murder called you hoes like some fuckin crash dummies It ain't love when the motherfucking sex cost money I ain't dissin you hoes I just don't love you hoes In yo raggedy ass Girbauds When you swangin on them poles Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife And if you dippin I can't put you in my life Cause all hoes suck dick Let me tell you dog hoes you fuckin with See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes (But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes Talk that shit now roll with it Ya warefare check hoe go get it *Check dem hoes Check dem niggas X4 Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me in front yo boys like you made me nigga I hold my own damn ass Reppin like you gon shine Nigga you is a waste of time Gettin that ho to step to me I gets down for mine Me and my girls we don't play no games Fuck you lames When you walkin on side of me I'm bringin you pain You can talk that shit about suck yo dick Get a grip Broke bitch you ain't the shit You know who you fuckin wit Drop a baby for you Nigga you must be sick Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks *Repeat (X4) Who dat call the police Yo ma called the police Who dat call the police Yo pa call the police Dem hoes call the police Dem niggas call the police Check dem hoes Check dem niggas Talk that shit now roll wit it Yo warefare check ho go get it (911 operator, did someone dial 911?) |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
[Da Brat]
Mystikal What's up my nigga It's Da Brat-tat-tat Lettin' the whole motherfuckin' world Know I got your back If you don't like what my nigga Mystikal do Come see 'bout that shit Step to it, know what I'm sayin' You don't like what the fuck I do, step to me We 'gone see about your motherfuckin' ass, nigga Huh, uh, uh [Da Brat] If I do somethin' you don't like Come and see about it You wanna box get 'cha dues somethin', or be 'bout it And ride off into the sunset, With the windows down, feet out it I got a foul mouth, I blow weed out it Seperate these thighs, get the price and eat out it Ain't no other bitch rowdy like me S-O, S-O, D-E-F, you C.K. Y'all bitch ass niggas disbehave me since the first day Worst way to kill 'em is hit the top of the charts First week at number one, R&B be a war Leave ya fake-ass manager home And if you need a nigga to see about me, come along I keep my enemies a far, don't need a friendly to me I make at least twenty-five just to breathe on the beat Tell me, how many niggas wanna fuck this bitch named Brat 60644 is where I'm at, come see [Hook: Mystikal & Da Brat] 2x You don't like! Come and see about me You gotta problem! Come and see about me You hurry up and come! Come and see about me What's up whodi! Come and see about me [Petey Pablo] Who a that, the burnin' man, burner man Yeah, came here to burn some ass You don't see the burnin' man You don't see the blazin' hands You don't see 'em when I walk past (All smokin' in Hell) The So So, Da Brat brought Petey Pab and Mystikal Not now one of y'all Can fuck with these bulldogs Known for breakin' the law, just came home Get it on 'bout this damn microphone Who the best, who said this and who said that Here go three of the best on this God damn track And you can believe that Willing to bet my drive check If you don't rewind this back Somethin' wrong with deck I'ma can't forget spinnin off the wall type shit And no it didn't, I'm talkin' 'bout y'all type shit Greensboro to Cuira, Chapel Hill type shit Better send them folks to check for this Cause I'm the one that ill Hook 2x [Mystikal] He's runnin' for your majesty, he's lost you with excellency His panicked descisions definitly can't stand next to me Dick get hard like Rob-eye, look at Hanley You know that four can break down hits on shit, be drillin's man We 'gone kill 'em in New Orleans, like kill 'em for jumb As cold as the Arctic, recorded in Georgia (rouff, rouff) None the blues don't approve, y'all niggas pink lemonade I hit the booth, your whole crew burst the canalade Such a bunch of fuckin' cowards Ain't worth the dirt that come off my ass You go down the drain when I take my shower New Expedition via Eddie Bowers Sometimes I gotta comb these fuckin' rappers hair, fix they collar Wanna be like me, we can take your bitch, and smack that daughter Be a man, and tell them bitches what you causin' I'm a south cowboy, Howddyyyy! Call them creepers, come and see about me Hook 2x [Mystikal] I come up out the cage and, I stand ragin', keep it blazin' Bitch I'm crazy, half man, half amazin' Half way up the charts, and bitch I'm halfway in your ass I'm only halfway with this rhyme, and got half y'all mad Soon as I come in this bitch You know I'm comin' in this bitch with somethin' The mic parker said "that's a bad rappin' motherfucker" I'll bust your ass up like a Mutherfuckin' bug stuck on the windshield wiper, walkin' Get 'cha gibber tape, for mister shit-talker The Volgar, the champion'll knock your shows off I'll cut 'cha like a Newport, with no gauze (oh don't) Bitch I'm stupid like I lost a few more Still bossin' 'em, still tossin' 'em Still holdin' MC's hand Takin' they ass across the street walkin' So let me know when you ready to bust With your head on the pavement Bring ya ass, you don't need no fuckin' invitation [Mystikal & Da Brat] Come and see about me Come and see about me, nigga Come and see about me Come and see about me Hook 2x Come and see about me Come and see about me |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
hello yes this is mr. jones from moter credit can i speak to mr.miller please dad some guy from moter credit wants you master p:tell him im not here my dad said he not here well tell him if he wants to keep on holding that benz he need to make a payment. |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
little girl:hello
boy:yes this is mr. jones from moter credit can i speak to mr.miller please little girl:dad some guy from moter credit wants you master p:tell him im not here little girl:my dad said he not here boy:well tell him if he wants to keep on holding that benz he need to make a payment. |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep
The South done hooked up with the East baby The Colonel Master P, Terror, and I am Krazy I'm thugged out Feel it *Wuz up playah ya' slick with that Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match Well check this out here wodie lay on the ground For I show your clown ass how these hot balls sound, they goin' Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh that's my style Problem with Terror take it straight to gun So we can keep it coporate give up your block and run Too much paper here to try an' count by ones Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young For you haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow If you see the new whip know to add nine o's Now I'm up to 2 bricks or 72 o's If you counting by the whips then it's 8 different flopes I'm heavy lover whether diamonds or broads Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars And what I hop in, its my option To shift your mass put chronic in your dash *Repeat Now if its on put the dope in the bag baby You come short I'm gon' bust yo' ass baby The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that's me I'm out that 5-0-4 to that C-P-3 Give me an ounce and I'm gon flip it to a brick nigga You got my scratch--you snitch then you a bitch nigga Hit the pen you probably gon' be a missed nigga So here's some prop for your motherfuckin tiss nigga Imagine all the bricks in the projects was made of cocaine I'd be richest young nigga in this rap game All my money come in arm of trucks More cars more houses more hoes to fuck You wasn't worried when I was local nigga, I'm world wide You niggas can't take it, You petrified The let me loose out that I reveal, Thuggin wit P It's No Limit until I die yall can't fuck wit me *Repeat |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
[Mystikal]
Mmm, mmm, mmm You know what time it is (radio) and you know who this is DANGER! DANGER! Get on the flo'! The villain right chea; sing it! [Chorus: Nivea] Been so long (sing it!) Since, he's been on So please (get on the flo'!) Show me (the villain right chea!) What it is that you want to see [Mystikal] Go tell the DJ to put my hit on I'm keepin the fellas and women a jumpin from the minute I get on Takin they shirt off, showin they tattoos, screamin and hollerin and all Got the gift to come up with it, put it together, deliver it, make them feel it, look I been on! Sharp! Like you pulled me out the pencil sharpener Bad! Like that student in the principal's office Put rappers in coffins, they dive like dolphins I'm the damndest lyrical marvel you come across often So watch yourself! Or mess around and get beside yourself, I know! Go head though.. bounce 'em, shake 'em, drop that {**} Stay in line though Forget a cain't, because you can can Cocked up or head down, {**} poppin on a handstand that leave that nucca smokin If you gon' do somethin then bend over, and bust it open [Chorus] - 2X [Mystikal] Yo I hope my concert line around the corner Parkin cars, fellas forget it, girls nuttin on her You lookin good momma - Why? Pshh, what's up homie? Sirens, limousines, and the club owner - ya trick you! If you late, ain't no gettin up in heah, cause it's fillin up Inside packed from the flo' to the ceilin up The buildin ain't big enough! I'm backstage bouncin adrenaline buildin up! The nucca cutter, did I stutter? The heart flooder, make your woman drawers melt like butter Down like Nelly, I'm +Hype+ like "Belly" The rhyme seller! Take off like Jim Kelly! Stand up, round out, boot up and frown Tell somebody if they wanna try it then boy come on down! No sweat, no blood, no tears And if I tell you it's a hit then THAT'S JUST WHAT IT IS! [Chorus] - 2X [Mystikal] I wanna see these fake rappers get off the mic Get in my room, you crowd my space, they got you all in my light Watch out mayne! I'm rippin 'em solo, I jump from the shelf they records sell no mo' Throw lyrical bolos, and head busts, and rhyme elbows So get off me! Tip-toe out slow but softly Hurry up, you might not be able to do that shorty {??} entertainer The whole crowd screamin out, "DANGER! DANGER!" [Chorus] - 2X [Mystikal] DANGER! DANGER! Get on the flo'! The villain right chea! Sing it! DANGER! DANGER! Get on the flo'! The villain right chea! |
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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
*A brief tone*
(Mystikal) Miss Michelle Tyler: Sweet, beautiful, intelligent, talented, creative, and crazy as hell. And missed more than anything in the world. Thank you for being the best sister a brother could of ever wanted. Twenty-four years. Laughter and joy. Sure is gon' be hard not being able to see your smile again, baby. So, I guess, I'll just hold onto all the memories that we did share, until we meet again. Anyway, I did it Chell. We did it. I wish you could of been there for the finishin' touches, but it's all good, cause your gonna always be in my heart. Oh, thank you for hoopin' on I'm Not That Nigga for me. You did that, baby. You were already a angel, so I guess your just goin' home. And, I know that heavenly choir sound good up there, now. They one more strong. So, you keep singin' baby, and I'm gonna keep you in my heart and my thoughts. I love you. |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
Hey there, Sup boo? Whats happenin? Come holla at me Naww come here, Yuh I got somthin for you Its gon make ya say Ungh I aint sayin nothin, Yall jus playin Comere, why you actin like that? Naw for real, come ere tho, Mmm hmmmm [mystikal] You got that fire Aint to fly, But When I jus walked by ya Hands at your side, Dont you know I aint your average buya I thought you live on the twelve-hundred block on Tecnuiqe She said ya, How do you know that? By tha studio apartments, right off 70 street Her name tazra I said you live next door to my friend I said ya we use ta kick it man, What about it? She said, Oh you know tim? She said no thats cool, Thats my girl Dont take it how it sounded She said you mean I said who told ya? movin like im automated me and you can make music, dats kinda what im hopin for what we bakin? mixin, blendin and twisted tha neighbors gonn be listenin She said Slow down baby, movin kinda swift I said Dont even trip I got you! Besides we just met I usually dont get down like this She said, You sure? I said Yup I got to! [chorus] Put the needle to the grove [x2] Put tha dick on tha track, and make em sang Them otha niggaz aint gonna do what i do! [mystikal] When i hit ya with tha tenor Say sapreno When your moanin we aint gonna stop makin racket Till in the mornin safe sex, like pot holder on my mic! I say baby kick it wit me all nite Commin thru the woofer, In your speaker why you weakinin? Climaxin when we freakin, I can see you gettin hot While im rappin Whats my name, and who its for? dats what im askin spitin like wax all over 64 tracks symbols, and high hats remember shock ta knock you sax gettin nasty with the music to be funky like a bass line Aint no red lights, When i take mine Disregard it and get ya good sing Im havin sexual intercourse with the chorus screamin! hot vocals got your adlibs gettin hoarse sweatin the whole session, your circuits burnt Its just the second Verse! She said baby dont beat it down no more [chorus x2] [mystikal] First time I laid eyes on ya I was like zaaam Tell me, girl where you goin? whats your name? she said Pam and I think its only better that you know who I am Im the man they make high, like the melophones in southern japan the way I work my aucustics, aint no comparin very rough and aggresive when i lay em Huffin and puffin, Right when I see em She got me thinkin, when else Ya breakin it down so scandalouz Im touchin ya like a massager you can hear It through the soundproof booth Ill be bustin off soon as ya touch me in Fuckin up the roof! Dont stop, she on top And im watchin em jiggle no more preachin and minglin She pregnant with my singer I dont be kissin and tellin But its gotta be told Now im 500 dollas short unless we got married, I wed till I was old Its jus gonn be me, you, nobody else, MIne and Mystikal Junior! To infinite, Im plannin our future [chorus x4, then in backround till fade] [Mystikal talking] How that feel? Turn around little baby Com here, Take dem headphones off I put tha dick on the track, ya feel me I have sex with it, I make out with it Its like when i get on the track We make woopie, we do the nasty Anyone wanna jus jump on and rush it? Im gonna spend time wit you I aint quitin halfway |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
Scarface voice) Who put this fuckin shit together? Ok, ok, jou wanna fuck wit me? Come on. ME! THAT'S WHO! Chorus: X 4 Fuckin right, fuckin right Did I do it? You fuckin right I did it! (Alright) [Verse 1] I got's to get it when I do it Make sure your ass feel this Don't want nobody style, used to be (In your own words could you explain your style?) Bitch, cause I'm still it! Ow owwwwwwww! Bad like who? ME THAT'S WHO! I'm the pussy cat! Y'all muthafuckas ain't ready! We gonna be hung, I'm not the nigga I'm not that nigga I'm not that nigga But I'm the (?) That's how we do it when we kick it I can't fuck with my damn self, I-I know Bum bum bum, HERE I GO! Walkin through your mind, look what I brought with me Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water Back to the boulder Who put you on the fuckin map? (Me, that's who) Ahhhhh! No, you, won't, know No, I serious, can't nobody find Did I do that? Fuckin right I did it Chorus [Verse 2] Lemme see, you lackin creativity tryin to bite my style like fingernails Tryin to sound how I sound, on my tounge with every single name (Pause, people talking) Slow down, T don't, damn Watch yourself, and they can't Fire point blank to the back of (?) Four five six time the bitches The man right chea! Never exercising, you gon get to big for your britches I ain't comin here for no foolishness GOOD LORD! Sides, not much any one of y'all niggas can do with me Speakin like one of them Puerto Ricans Fuckin right I did it! Chorus |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
[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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from Nivea - Nivea (2003)
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 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 |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Yall muthafuckas better keep yall eyes open (Ha)
You ain't gotta see ay muthafucka to get hit I got some enemies I know they coming to get me And if I gotta die taking some yall with me They best to be prepared for this war Cause I'm get cha I gotta infa-red It's guarenteed to hit cha Got a hole click of muthafuckas Call them souljas 16,17 knockin heads of ah sholders I told ya We all screamin loud cause we bout it I'm stunntin throught my hood Get your pussy ass crowded Bitch I'm from that route Strictley bout that g'z Knockin of enemies with them two 23es Gotta get em for they cheese Pass It to tha bg's Them niggas we don't know See ya can't get these All I know is money All I see is greed Bustin Heads to the fact Trigga finger on tha squeeze Nigga please Iheard you was workin for them focks That's tha reason you bitch ass niggas gotta go Enemies with no faces *Enemies Enemies Enemis with no faces x4 We loced up and we still on a mission Ridein four deep 2000 Expedition Got a hole click and we strapped Case we get into some shit Gotta keep them in there place Niggas all in my face Fuck All these hoes and these no nos And ride on some 22es low pros And some mo mo Kickin in your front door Lookin for them mo z's Strapped with them 44es A click full of bg's Alot of yall niggas still believe it's a game Sence I made a come up That shit bout to change Either yall can roll with tha click that I'm with Or every time I see you We get off in your shit If you can't stand the heat Get the fuck out from the stove It's all about tha cheese Got no time for these hoes I mean if you really wanna see me act a fool Well get into my shit And watch me grab for the 2 On tha cool it's the rules You Break 'em you die You thought you was bad They think you can ride Goodbye Ain't know sence of catchin other cases Fuck with the perpetrators Them enemies with no faces *Repeat |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from right chere) Where's ya family?, mighty family, Where's ya family?, mighty family (from right chere) Verse 1: Mystikal & Female singer I heat up the way coffee be Tasty like pastry Got mo' flavors than parsely With 9 aunties and 2 uncles I got a lot of cousins, so watch how you talk to me Good ol' places, good ol' times, doing good ol' thangs That was just the good ol' days, most of my people still look the same All though we deep in the numbers, Our feelings is close as the lotto ya heard me We originated in Louisiana way back in the 1930's On the farm in the son of mister and misses Joyner and Mary Tyler Hooked up with they daughter, Daughter Josephine the difference do you know what I mean She was on the cotton field He was on the farm where the cows get killed Then they moved off the plantation Then ??? came in a few mo' years First came Rosa Lee, then Lord June Bug, then Anna Lee Then Louise and Alberta, then my mama came who they call Marie Without a breather, um, here come Mary Alice, and Linda Po' Grandma stayed bare foot, pregnant, and always baring Don't worry be happy, whatever we got we was glad that we had it After that, here come the last three, (Who was?) Loyce, Alan, and Kathy Chorus: Mystikal & Female singer Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from right chere) Where's ya family?, mighty family, Where's ya family?, mighty family (from right chere) Verse 2: Mystikal And I'm just another kid, that come from one of the children of dear papa One of Booko grandchildren, Represent Lawerence and Elizabeth Tyler (like who?) And my cousin Harry, cousin Becky, my cousin's Derita and Larry Rocky, Walter, and Herbert, Meeky, and Tiffany, Cynthia, Dede, and Tary, Poncho, Erica and Junior, Mimi, Defra, Petey, Cheryl and Buster Jermaine and Fayette, Ronald and Donald, my crazy twin cousins Albert, Lil' Will, and Tasha, Trenette, Shirlet, Robby and Ranisha Lisa, Lil' Alan and Derrick and Teddy, Michelle, Marquel, and Michael and Rece, and Ronisha, Cory and Brandon, Ranika, Christy, and Marty and Kisha Craig, Geremy, Chad and Millian, my child Tary, ??? and Robel Ariel and Lawerence Anthony, Dazy, Courtney and Jaren Mikey, Brittney, and Kelan, Lil' Brian, Arian and Lil' Harry Keke and Brian junior, Nikki, Lil' Donald, and Donyette, And the people I forgot, Uncle Lynn, Uncle George, and Bafay and Auntie Debroah Chorus: Mystikal & Female Singer Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from right chere) Where's ya family?, mighty family, Where's ya family?, mighty family (from right chere) Verse 3: Mystikal Now that you know about my family ties, and my family history, and my family size I done took ya back five generations and broke it down for ya, Now haven't I? From greatgrandparents to grandparents, Mama's and daddy's and Uncle's and Aunties To all of my in-law'es, nana's pa raisers and nephews and niece's From moma's and papa's, stomach still growing so the number increases From sisters and brothers, baby daddy's, baby mama's, branch cousins and play cousins So watch how you look at me, You never know who I'm kind to when you pasting If you ain't in ya own back yard better be careful coz we just might ax ya Chorus: Mystikal & Female singer Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from right chere) Where's ya family?, mighty family, Where's ya family?, mighty family (from right chere) Female singer & Mystikal till fade (various ways): You better watch how you look at me Cause I'm from here |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
No Limit. Soldiers. (Ughhhhhhhh!) DPGC. Gangstas. (Ha, ha!) Look here, you got three crazy muthafuckas in the same place at the same time. (Yeah, Master P.) You know this shit gon be off the hook. (It's gon be the wildest shit you ever heard.) For my bitches down south. Southern hospitality. (Representin, ya heard me!) [Snoop] To a duet with Mystikal and Master P From the cold, hard streets of the LBC And put pistols to the mouths, of their enemies Old country ass nigga with a gold in the front Real G's ship keys and shoot dice on their knees Be the same muthafucka that get your bitch ass stomped Underestimatin hatin got you knocked out cold Them South niggas bangin off the shit that we write Tryin to play my boy over, you was with your hoe Punk niggas get killed, straight on sight No Limit ain't no gimmick Lay low, hit the floor, I'm back It's tragic you know, so don't be meddlin with my boy and my hoe I make em say beeyatch Yo P, take me to the streets, that's where my heart is at You make em say Ughhhhhhh! Together we can flip the script and get grip You got the crack, I got the bud sack Mystikal, smack, you got the strap Deep in that gangsta shit on a night like that You blast me, I blast you back, beeyatch! We bout to jump off with some gangsta shit [Chorus: X 2] Gangsta shit! We bout to hop off with some gangsta shit Know what, we're bout to jump off with some gangsta shit Gangsta shit! Gangsta shit! [Mystikal] Got this fuckin party poppin You cappin and army braggin Gon keep smugglin in this game shit "Niggas ain't rappin" what you say about gangsta rappin You get killed forever, my nigga, every day Time again I tried to tell you, but you ain't wanna heard what I say Where you get fucked up nigga, is where you lay Damn leather dog bombin Done made a mistake We made (something is faded in the background) sound so good Keep that gangsta shit banging up and down your hood Cause only real gangstas get down and to the bottom Where y'all going, that much, we'll see right through ya I got that there, nigga you ain't saying shit I'll out hustle ya, can't put up a fight cause I out muscle ya My really don't give a fuck attitude got ya feelin uncomfortable I'm colder than a brand new pair of Stan Smiths Fresher than a whole box of green Altimos But I got to blow your head off and put bullet holes in your Girbauds [Chorus] B-O-U-T we bout it [Master P] Real gangstas live muthafuckin rowdy Where you be or you're at And where you from is how you come Fool, watch your back for these gangstas in that black from Long Beach to New Orleans, from every nigga in the hood to the penitentiary Tryin to, survive on these streets Slangin dope cause the kids gotta eat Put it in a car or a plane, Grey Hound or a train Sixty five when it came, eighty nine when it lay Twenty skirt with convertible, fuckin polo I'm in love with miss mo mo, candy painted four Bring the stylins of your talk I mean real gangstas don't talk Free your mind and refugee Alive and turn your cheeks like Pras be [Chorus till fade] |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh) Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?) Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it [Chorus] Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it I feel like a bird nigga with no wings I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little change And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin I done seen little kids in the projects starving See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines But so many niggas in jail and the welfare lines And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money And the media starting east and west coast wars Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up I'm from the south, where they predijuce on us all Four dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it home But why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us up Gave us three halves and high interest student loans [Chorus x2] It's real when you can do whatever you want to do [Mystikal] when you want to do it Ain't to many niggas out there living like that That's why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through it How many niggas in the penn how many niggas in the cemetary don't know why? How many strikes y'all niggas need How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives? WHY!!!! Why you gotta make your momma cry? cause that's where you gonna die HUH!!!! She take you out of the street But you won't listen cause your mind is one track and your head is hard Lemme talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall And your getting flipped, and your talking back Showing your ashy act, ass straight up off the wall but that's far and all And sore and all, it's cool when it started off Now niggas duckin bullets like dodgeballs Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of high's gonna grow Living in a messed up time, a messed up court I'm telling ya, you can't do shit no more! It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water that's why I'm praying to God Cause it's your world, and we your children We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto your sons and your daughters trying to make it to mars!!! [Chorus x2] [Silkk The Shocker] Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game Wishing I can change, I've been through so much Seen so many things, couldn't find the words to explain The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I But I can't get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemies Penetentary close, but you know what? Cemetaries aint that far away I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days Before I die I'm trying to make the whole world feel like our people scared to stand there The way we express ourself, they think that we all some killers But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police See now my life aint been the same nigga, life as a thug If I had to draw a picture of my life I have to paint my picture in blood Closest homie died, before he die little cousin told me this packed full of niggas who had dreams to be rich Get you something cause cemetaries So keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was hard To tell my family one day I was gonna grow up to make millions I like to scream when I came home from jail When I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dream When I was told best friend turned into a fiend I aint gonna lie, my conscience aint clear, when I close my eyes Of course you gotta realize, god forgive me, I'm just trying to survive They cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stop I got a positive note, my auntie having a baby Congratulations, she on rocks [Chorus 2X] |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
Since I'm so fucking bad give me mine get yours ooooh... [Verse 1] I woke up this morning rocked up hard like I was fuckin humping on the matress I realized I was dreaming then I got up I hit the Vick's inhaler 'cuz my nose was stuffed up to the bathroom to the sink from the mirror to the toilet from the bed to the floor oops, dont look know I think I sprinkled when I tinkled took a piss then shook the shank so, I dip in the sides there be a sweeter by the seater cocoa powder, bubble-bath, and rubbing alcohol for 5 fuckin cent that you could buy at the mall I was born in the ghetto, made by the ghetto I'm a long distance super-power, pussy-magnet so fabulous! [Chorus] [Charlie Wilson] I'm so happy, yeah! ghetto fabulous - living like this 'cuz I'm ghetto fabulous [repeat] [Snoop Dogg] [enters over repeat, speaking] Yeah I feel what you're saying, Dog but, uhh, you could let these fools know how hard it is when a nigga ghetto fabulous, know what I'm saying? let's kick that shit! [Mystikal] [Verse 2] it's like a big rush with no time niggas be like "whyyyyy" kids be like "let me get your autograph" bitches be like "ahhhh!" ever since I said "here I go" braids or not y'all they know me wherever I go I'm real private the windows tinted, doors locked the damn crowd you make a scene "ain't you Mystikal?" "no, I'm not." and let the hour long picture signing session take place lie to a diehard fan with a straight face what's your name? sign, hey, baby, how you doing? stay sexy, stay the same stay real, stay sweet and never forget I'm never going to change I'm loving what I'm doing and you can put that on your game I got my piece of pie and my piece of mind fool, I'm a piece of coal don't call me, people, let me shine I know you see me on t.v. with Snoop, Fiend, Mia, C, Silkk, Serv, and Petey nigga we frontin' these street-ies but livin' like this ain't easy it's fabulous! I'm so fucking bad [Chorus] [Verse 3] see, that's a cutie with her big booty and her big body her and her big fine potnahs be ordering drinks all down at the bar take their ??? and take their vitamins just work that halter top we don't got to buy and work them tight bell bottoms ohhh, you acting funny and trying to holler she project Tyra Banks she shaped like a coke bottle the neighborhood super-model hair whipping smelling good finger nails and her toes polished she did it how she lived 'cuz she got to have it first got them fucking kids by the baby's daddy her ass ain't never what she should have been go ahead on and act bad, I'll see ya when I get a hit see, she was so fucking bad [Chorus] [repeat] |
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from Mystikal - Tarantula (2003)
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[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) |
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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
what you what you gon do
what you gon uh what you what you gon do nigga? what you what you want what you gon do nigga HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! I, know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit me cuz I cant fuck wit my damn self HERE I GO!!! I, know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit me cuz I can't fuck wit my damn self HERE I GO!!! DA MAN RIGHT CHEA!!! (da man right chea) Da Man Da Man Right Chea mister man right chea! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! y'all muthafukkaz betta get ready to rumble!! get in da line like a conga plastic like plumbin spicy like gumbo Y'ALL MUTHAFUKKAZ AINT READY!!!! hey to dem boyz get at dem bitches and cut dey ass as sharp as a machetti dope I dont, herbs I do, you bitches probably couldnt see me wit a birds eye view ooh, it's alive, finna make yo head spin stop walkin da one way to a fukkin dead end bitch ya yellow, coward-hearted gotta erase dem boys get da gas and he can go get this fukkin fire started Yo heart jump like a base line bump you bad enough to meet the alligator in the swamp HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! Da Man Right Chea!! I, know y'all niggaz aint fukkin wit me cuz i cant fukk wit my damn self Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, What you muthafuckas know bout rappin? (what you muthafuckas know bout rappin?) Who Put you on the map? (who put you on the fuckin map?) I, know y'all niggaz aint fukkin wit me cuz I cant fukk wit my damn self (my damn self) HERE I GO!! DA MAN RIGHT CHEA! (somebody said that you wuz lookin for me!) HERE I GO! HERE I GO! Uh, Uh, Damn, (somebody said that you was lookin for me) Uh, (uh) Uh, all right (what you be doin, what you be doin?) Rhyme slayin, straight, suckaz Im slayin hoes Im layin niggaz can't barely stand I got em layin and prayin the man (....?....) ask them hoez, I aint playin wit em Wanna get beef, I haveta turn my cheek cock back like like mad max and knock out one of dem fuckin teeth Im a mean, gene machine the exocutioner, be appeased wit gillotine my lifestyle is rural I'll hit on ya poodle after disaster, have ya sippin on chicken noodle get ya ass in gear and, gettin fucked while ya winnin Im the shark in the dark, Bitch at night dont go swimmin cuz if you do you doomed (...?...) I'll be da king of da looney toons sweatin and gaspin, Im a massive assasin All this smashin and smashin kickin ass wit a passion mystikal's on a role jus that cold (ice cold) Anotha nigga couldnt touch me wit a flagpole wanna fight Iron Mike but ya too damn light like a knife, I'll rip ya from ya ass to ya appetite gangsta (...?...) Fuck a (?) I'm the foreign minister don't brag fast wanna battle? BRING A BODY BAG!! I'm gonna need it, to carry yo stupid ass I observe, Time to serve rhymes I heard like words of King George III I proceed, to mislead the sweet hoes i cheated Devour like its sour like Johnny Appleseed I intrude, Hoes call me rude Bitch I'm smooth, whatch ya fuckin attitude blast from the past curse like I'm mad I'm like a black cat on the trail of a fat rat! You finna overdose and choke off these rhymes I wrote (somebody said that you wuz lookin for me!!) HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! DA MAN RIGHT CHEA!!! Im comin straight for yo throat, like a coyote on a goat nobody know, you sweatin me like a hoe be no, you hoe cannot find a antidote cuz when i start to float murder he wrote Huff puff and bluff come touch this rough stuff and get cuffed snuffed buffed and scuffed you can't hit this get with this no witness I'm bad to da bone, I'll fuck you up with the quickness I paid my dues I'm bad news to fools I choose you lose fuck you fools I wreck Boo-Coo crews wit the words i use I'm bout to be feelin like ZZ hill cuz im screamin and screamin and singin the blues you be (...?...) I never bled in battle, I refuse to lose You can bring ya whole posse, bitch I still wont lose I'll stomp ya whole staff, you must want a bloodbath, fuckin riff-raff break you in half and laugh then snap and served you I (..?..) and heard you think about dem words you heard you fuckin nerd you tried to probably rob me dodge me fuckin fightin makin money on my hobby freezin degrees run em up, shut em up, buttered em up what up? wanna fight? bitch, put em up how dat sound? come get knocked down bolos I throw bitch you won't last no round I bet let's see what we can fuck wit next Step dat ass in the ring (ding) and I'mma jab it and jet Cuz I am the baddest black prince of the south If you run up, you'll get knocked the fuck out!!! pound for pound, blow for blow we can go into the ring Ass whoopin HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! Da man right chea! |
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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
what you what you gon do
what you gon uh what you what you gon do nigga? what you what you want what you gon do nigga HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! I, know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit me cuz I cant fuck wit my damn self HERE I GO!!! I, know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit me cuz I can't fuck wit my damn self HERE I GO!!! DA MAN RIGHT CHEA!!! (da man right chea) Da Man Da Man Right Chea mister man right chea! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! y'all muthafukkaz betta get ready to rumble!! get in da line like a conga plastic like plumbin spicy like gumbo Y'ALL MUTHAFUKKAZ AINT READY!!!! hey to dem boyz get at dem bitches and cut dey ass as sharp as a machetti dope I dont, herbs I do, you bitches probably couldnt see me wit a birds eye view ooh, it's alive, finna make yo head spin stop walkin da one way to a fukkin dead end bitch ya yellow, coward-hearted gotta erase dem boys get da gas and he can go get this fukkin fire started Yo heart jump like a base line bump you bad enough to meet the alligator in the swamp HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! Da Man Right Chea!! I, know y'all niggaz aint fukkin wit me cuz i cant fukk wit my damn self Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, What you muthafuckas know bout rappin? (what you muthafuckas know bout rappin?) Who Put you on the map? (who put you on the fuckin map?) I, know y'all niggaz aint fukkin wit me cuz I cant fukk wit my damn self (my damn self) HERE I GO!! DA MAN RIGHT CHEA! (somebody said that you wuz lookin for me!) HERE I GO! HERE I GO! Uh, Uh, Damn, (somebody said that you was lookin for me) Uh, (uh) Uh, all right (what you be doin, what you be doin?) Rhyme slayin, straight, suckaz Im slayin hoes Im layin niggaz can't barely stand I got em layin and prayin the man (....?....) ask them hoez, I aint playin wit em Wanna get beef, I haveta turn my cheek cock back like like mad max and knock out one of dem fuckin teeth Im a mean, gene machine the exocutioner, be appeased wit gillotine my lifestyle is rural I'll hit on ya poodle after disaster, have ya sippin on chicken noodle get ya ass in gear and, gettin fucked while ya winnin Im the shark in the dark, Bitch at night dont go swimmin cuz if you do you doomed (...?...) I'll be da king of da looney toons sweatin and gaspin, Im a massive assasin All this smashin and smashin kickin ass wit a passion mystikal's on a role jus that cold (ice cold) Anotha nigga couldnt touch me wit a flagpole wanna fight Iron Mike but ya too damn light like a knife, I'll rip ya from ya ass to ya appetite gangsta (...?...) Fuck a (?) I'm the foreign minister don't brag fast wanna battle? BRING A BODY BAG!! I'm gonna need it, to carry yo stupid ass I observe, Time to serve rhymes I heard like words of King George III I proceed, to mislead the sweet hoes i cheated Devour like its sour like Johnny Appleseed I intrude, Hoes call me rude Bitch I'm smooth, whatch ya fuckin attitude blast from the past curse like I'm mad I'm like a black cat on the trail of a fat rat! You finna overdose and choke off these rhymes I wrote (somebody said that you wuz lookin for me!!) HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! HERE I GO! DA MAN RIGHT CHEA!!! Im comin straight for yo throat, like a coyote on a goat nobody know, you sweatin me like a hoe be no, you hoe cannot find a antidote cuz when i start to float murder he wrote Huff puff and bluff come touch this rough stuff and get cuffed snuffed buffed and scuffed you can't hit this get with this no witness I'm bad to da bone, I'll fuck you up with the quickness I paid my dues I'm bad news to fools I choose you lose fuck you fools I wreck Boo-Coo crews wit the words i use I'm bout to be feelin like ZZ hill cuz im screamin and screamin and singin the blues you be (...?...) I never bled in battle, I refuse to lose You can bring ya whole posse, bitch I still wont lose I'll stomp ya whole staff, you must want a bloodbath, fuckin riff-raff break you in half and laugh then snap and served you I (..?..) and heard you think about dem words you heard you fuckin nerd you tried to probably rob me dodge me fuckin fightin makin money on my hobby freezin degrees run em up, shut em up, buttered em up what up? wanna fight? bitch, put em up how dat sound? come get knocked down bolos I throw bitch you won't last no round I bet let's see what we can fuck wit next Step dat ass in the ring (ding) and I'mma jab it and jet Cuz I am the baddest black prince of the south If you run up, you'll get knocked the fuck out!!! pound for pound, blow for blow we can go into the ring Ass whoopin HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! HERE I GO!!! Da man right chea! |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
(Intro [E-40]) Uh, uh, hah! Alright, Mystikal, (BITCH! Hombre!) Mystikal. Alright nigga, this E four O. Huh, E four O, E four O, huh. Finna get it crankin up in this biatch, what. Finna get it crankin up in this biaiatch. V-Town (V-town), New Orleans. Check it out. [E-40] Violence Playa, in the middle of the street, sirens and violence silence Muthafuckas play for keeps, violence and diamonds on my grand piano Turn the channel, lemme see that, gimme that back Muthafucka fool what's your problem? (What's your problem?) Nigro, why you wanna pull all on the side of my column Column, shot em, shot em, got em, stick em, lose em, stock em Bitch em, dodge em, block em, stock em, rock em, chop em, scheme em Plottin plot em, 45 special, 45 special, nigga with the four five realize [B-Legit] I got this monkey on my back, shit be funky that's a fact Screamin up in them swamps though, pocket fulla twamps though To stomp hoe, totin my pis-tal Up and down them side streets up in my vehi-cal Calli still, rally's fell, French Quarters at night Smoke blunts, get the money, and make shit right We're smokin weed pipe, niggas stuff it and roll Just some fools bout they paper, way out of control Now, here we go (Chorus [B-Legit & E-40]) Here we go, time to let these niggas know Here we go, here we go, uhhhhh Here we go, here we go, time to let these niggas know Mystikal, P go get the four door my station wagon Here we go, here we go, time to let these niggas know Here we go, here we go, uhhhhh Here we go, here we go, time to let these niggas know Mystikal, Master P go get the four door Ooo [Mystikal] A-I-N-T-N-O-L-I-M-I-T Nigga, we B-O-U-T-I-T-B-O-U-T-I-T Fonzarelli, gimme the mike Let me get in they ass And with the Ice Cream Man we kickin ass Came way from the project in New Orleans Where the drug dealers slang and the killers they blast Pass the grass, gimme the weed, smash the gas, we actin bad We lookin for the bitches with the pink cookie We already got the plastic bag Nah-nah-nah-nah-NAH Our money don't stop, it multiply Could this fucker be, P lemme in the pool lemme show ya I pull my size I know some of y'all niggas gon probably have a problem with everything we say Bitch, G-E-T-O-F-F-M-Y-D-I-C-K Always been the shit, so I'ma be the shit Fuckin with niggas like E four O and B-Legit Y'all niggas got a pay to feed the men, we the men Do it fast or slow, we dressed up straight from a fashion show Passin hoes, ain't nothing on the wall in the hall but platinum and gold I put the dick on the track, and break they back To the mighty N.O., came fame, when I brought it to the top Here we go, in this B-I-E-I Chorus [Master P] (Talking with echo) Represent, Ughhhhhhhhh! Ha ha! That's how we gon bubble. No Limit style. Mystikal, nigga. E-Feezy, B-Legit, and Master P. The kisarme. Yeah baby, yeah. Represetin ya heard me. How ya do dat dere. 707, 504, we gettin y'all ready for that there. It's a new beginning, a new millenium. No Limit. |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
[Chorus](Master P) &[Krazy]
(Them boys on that block holla) Whoop Whoop (Them girls that got it hot holla) Whoop Whoop (If you runnin' from the cops holla) Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop [Master P] Call me the trash man cause I put it up in bags Whodi owe me money, I'ma bust his fuckin' ass I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper so pass the Dr. Fishner Hit me on the 2Way whodi I get witcha Put in on the stove bake it like a pie Take it to the hood slang it for 16-5 When niggaz snortin' that boy they be passin' that girl Wrap it up in ziplock, bag it up as furl Send money to the pen, Mac & C be home soon Bitches start snitchin' I'ma send 'em to the moon I can sell a hoe a dream, front a hustla weight I could never fall off I'm the GHETTO BILL GATES!! [Chorus] [Curren$y] These little niggaz can't take it anymore I push thru the club iced out low key wit my P.Miller velour Hoes breakin' down the doors uhn Because the 504 Boyz here, they can't wait til' we get on It's Curren$y the muthafuckin' rookie of the year This ain't the WNBA ain't no pussy's over here Yeah I'm makin' figgas fuckin' wit the Ghetto Bill In a truck wit some rims that's bigger than ferris wheels holla [Chorus] [Krazy] See this No Limit Army nigga, that's my click See the hoe that you tongue kissin' use to be my bitch See these thangs that I'm slangin' nigga, they call bricks An this brown shit I'm sniffin' nigga, it got me sick An this big truck I'm pushin' nigga, my tight whip Wit a chopper layin' on the seat, that'll make you flip My alias believe me Doc Holiday If it's beef, I'm like aids I never go away [Chorus] [Master P] I might let somethin' slide but I won't forget Tell Double XL(XXL) they could suck my dick I might be country but I'm ghetto rich An when it comes to grindin' I started this shit I put the G in ghetto nigga call me ghetto fab Started wit some quarters then I flipped it to some halves Put the coke in Coca Cola, no bakin' soda Call me Pistol P cause I slang them granolas [Chorus] [T-Bo] Bitch them thangs just got dropped off, the blocks hot like hot sauce So puff puff keep passin' & I promise yall they not lost Convicted felons load your weapons, they tryna knock ya top off For braggin' to them hatin' bitches bout how much your watch cost Loose lips sank ships bitch so watch what you sayin' It's the New No Limit baby they got us under survelance An the Feds ain't playin' they kickin' down doors daily Ain't this a bitch I just got off probation [Chorus] [Magic] I'm tryna get me a whole chicken, chop it down into dimes Then flip that bitch quicker than I can flip these rhymes Now I'm on two birds I'ma flip one more time An I'm on top done left you bitch niggaz behind I'm grindin' I'm hustlin', don't trust me when I'm broke An I don't discrimanate I want the money & the dope You better hope I wear a mask out or things'll get bloody Four to ya tummy real messy & ugly [Chorus] [Master P] If you east coast thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you west coast thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you midwest thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you down south hustlin' holla {whoop whoop} |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
*You ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes I can tell you want to fuck And you ain't gotta call me ya boo Just as bad as you wanna fuck I wanna fuck too No, No, No you ain't gotta say to much From the look in your eyes I can tell you wanna fuck And you ain't gotta call me ya boo Just as bad as you wanna fuck I wanna fuck too Now you ain't gotta say much cuz I was peepin you Lookin at yo hips got me thinkin bout how deep In you um tryin to go You heard about No Limit Soldiers? We get up in it and hit it harder then De La Hoya I thought I told you soldier draws Cover my balls, Um known for rippin the pussy walls I heard you got that kill I can see all in yo grill Can you ride me like a black Mercedes? And make me do that shit I never did with other ladies? I got a woman so i'm not lookin for love I just wanna fit yo glove Get a couple of uh-uh's Shove it in your mouth just like a thug And uh, hit me on my pager if you want it Its soldier passion So get up on it if you want it WHOA-WHOA!!!! *Repeat Put me on the counter in the kitchen Now baby pour my body with some ice cream Lick me from head to toe Bending me over 69'll be the next thing I wanna taste your body all night long From sun up to sun down I wanna make you moan *Repeat Can I light a candle? And kiss you in the places light won't show I'll take my time and do it slow I'll do my oral exercises Right between your thighs It's all very pleasurable, I'll go places he won't go Lets keep it on the low-low So he won't know Now lets take it to the floor *Repeat |
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from Mystikal - Tarantula (2003)
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 |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
Huh, BOOM! Huh.. guess who it is?
I rock, I roll.. tear this motherfucker up (tear this motherfucker up) Let's get ready to rumble!! [Mystikal] I come in this bitch to get paid to bust flow, I come for the gumbo They know me for kickin they ass from here to El Segundo Let's get ready to rumble!!! Shit sparks, spit flames the coldest thing up under the sun though Spendin your money on them niggaz you're wastin you time cause I'm the one hoe! Smokin the blunt smoke, stay out of my bundle I swung with the blast, I've never been matched I hop on the track like a jump rope I come with the guillotine to cutthroat Holdin it down, fuckin y'all up but the rest of them suckers be unsho' Me? YEAH, I'm blessed - if you don't know Pack a big boner, heavy strutured AND hung low Wrecking-ball nuts and dick touch the flo' If it's on yo' chest then bitch let me know!! I hope you don't think I'm a runnin I know you don't think I'm scared You must of forgot who the fuck that I am The man with the braids - BEWARE!! That's yo' ASS Mr. Postman Got them niggaz stompin and swingin with both hands [Chorus 2X: Mystikal] I rock, I roll Tear this motherfucker up - let's get ready to rumble! Shuttin systems down! You ready for war? Start somethin, start fightin Chorus 1/2 again [Mystikal] Bats and pipes - broken bottles, glass, and knives Jump in the mix and don't handle yo' business and a nigga gon' turn out yo' lights!! You'll be gettin' yo' stupid self up askin' the people "Which one of y'all hit me?" I don't know the way you went down looked like the ground was slippery Attack 'em with sawed-offs, and niggaz get throwed off The party get called off, when niggaz get sawed-offs Go get my meat to meet and give me that raw dog You, go get you a nasty, givin that pussy you bought off I come with the real I be with them niggaz with booted up grills We don't do promotional shows that shit don't pay my bills Keep it in the ballin ballin, promoters callin Videos jumpin off nigga this the real New Orleans! My neck of the woods, my side of the hood my part of town Thugs, drugs, and violence - y'all niggaz is watered down When I perform I'm that calm And I'm the shit on the record I hit the studio and show 'em! [Chorus] [Mystikal] I rock, I roll I roll, we by hype Knockin 'em out, throwin 'em away, keep 'em off Takin 'em out, bustin they head, breakin 'em off! [Chorus] {*Mystikal ad libs to fade*} |
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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
I'm in the land..
L.A. -- land of the sticky Sup? What ch'all niggaz know bout that purple weed nigga? Show y'all niggaz some shit It's that sticky, that bud Indo, hydro Open up the window, I'm bout to blow! That fire shit Nigga what ch'all, what ch'all got what ch'all got to roll 'em up? Packwoods? Garcia Vegas? Straight chocolate Phillies? Nigga straight, ?, nigga I'll twist it in the Black n Milds? Y'all niggaz don't know nuttin about them Coronas Cognac!! J.O.B., one point five [Mystikal] Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end Take the Phillie out and roll it up! Light it, hit it, hold it, pass Puff puff blow it up! See some of y'all niggaz be talkin about blowin but can't handle the doja Gettin sleepy n shit, quittin all early Bitch you ain't no smoker! Y'all must think used to hittin that dirt the sticks with the brown buds Me, I ain't got shit else to do Nigga I'm bout to get FUCKED UP! Two cases of green OPTIMOS burned away A.M. done turned to P.M. and nighttime done turned back to day I'm, still smo-kin Feelin sporty in my hotel - spent the whole day gettin LOA-DED! It's nothin but smoke til there's nothin to smoke It's nothin but sticky and nothin but doja Disconnect the smoke detector and put a wet towel up under the door! Nobody around me mo' dope for me, I got the whole tree Button up cause suck 'em up is a pet peeve First don't put my lighter in your pocket Second don't wet my god damn WEED!! That's just two, before I could get to three and fo' five and six, I heard a DUM DUM DUM DUM at the do' Evidence all over, I've been doin somethin serious Gotta hide this shit, cause I know that's hotel security I played it off, I said, "Come back later I ain't got on no clothes" He said, "Sorry sir, I don't mean to disturb ya, but I SMELL SMOKE!" Fuck it just went to jail for that shit; I ain't goin back I done ate an ounce and I'ma flush the rest Cause I ain't goin out like that! Sprayin cologne and cuttin on the shower; tryin to clear it up Workin like a dog but I gotta open the do' - fukkit here go nuthin! The do' swung open and some young nigga talkin bout, "What's happenin?" He said, "I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack!" Ain't that a bitch! Boy you betta get your bitch ass up outta here Nigga I'd think you the motherfuckin police I done threw all my motherfuckin weed away fuckin with you old bitch ass nigga Nigga, get your motherfuckin hoe ass up outta here Bitch before I stomp your bitch ass The fuck! Boy this nigga done blew my motherfuckin high |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
I'm in the land.. L.A. land of the sticky Sup? Show y'all niggaz some shit What ch'all niggaz know bout that purple weed nigga? It's that sticky, that bud Indo, hydro Open up the window, I'm bout to blow! That fire shit Nigga what ch'all, what ch'all got what ch'all got to roll em up? Nigga straight, ?, the Dutches and the Black n Milds? Packwoods? Garcia Vegas? Straight chocolate Phillies? Y'all niggaz don't know nuttin about them Corolas Ha yeah, J.O.B., one point five [Mystikal] Light it, hit it, hold it, pass Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end Take the Phillie out and roll it up! Puff puff blow it up! See some of y'all niggaz be talkin about blowin but can't handle the doja Gettin sleepy n shit, quittin all early Bitch you ain't no smoker! Y'all must think used to hittin that dirt Me, I ain't got shit else to do the sticks with the brown buds Nigga I'm bout to get FUCKED UP! Two cases of green, optimal burned away and nighttime done turned back to day A.M. done turned to P.M. Feelin sporty in my hotel - spent the whole day gettin LOA-DED! I'm, still smo-kin It's nothin but sticky and nothin but doja Disconnect the smoke detector and It's nothin but smoke til there's nothin to smoke put a wet towel up under the door! Nobody else probably more dope for me, I got the whole tree Leftovers for me, whoo this bitch off the HEE! Button up cause suck em up is a pet peeve First don't put my light in your pocket Second don't wet my god damn weed!! That's just two, before I could get to three and four five and six, I heard a DUM DUM DUM DUM at the do' Evidence all over, I've been doin somethin serious Gotta hide this shit, cause I know that's hotel security He said, "Sorry sir, I don't mean to disturb ya, but I smell smoke!" I played it off, I said, "Come back later I ain't got on no clothes" I ain't goin back Fuck it just went to jail for that shit I done ate an ounce and I'ma flush the rest Cause I ain't goin out like that! Sprayin cologne and cuttin on the shower Tryin to clear it up Worried like a dog but I gotta open the door Fukkit here go nuthin! The do' swung open and some young nigga He said, "I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack!" talkin bout, "What's happenin?" Ain't that a bitch! Boy you betta get your bitch ass up outta here Nigga I'd think you the motherfuckin police I done threw all my motherfuckin weed away Nigga, get your motherfuckin hoe ass up outta here fuckin with you old bitch ass nigga Bitch before I stomp your bitch ass The fuck! Boy this nigga done blew my motherfuckin high |
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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
(Intro: Mystikal)
MAN!! (I ain't never felt like this before) DAMN!! I ain't never felt like this before I AIN'T RIGHT!! fuck, this shit ain't right Huh, huh, I AIN'T RIGHT!!, huh Shit ain't right (Chorus:Mystikal) I'm thrown off (fuck) I'm thrown off I'm thrown off (huh) I'm thrown off (Mystikal) I'm fucked up in the head but everytime I go on- bitch, ran my coat on bitch gonna taje my clothes off you niggas are crazy like roaddogs you can do what you wan' do and say what you want- just don't play wit' me go wit'cha flow go, just don't call me bitch ok? back off, back off!! mind your business damn dog, didn't know you were ever gonna drop nigga, soon as i finish, i'm gonna make your motherfuckin' record store look like it just got broke with a crowbar i ain't gotta stand up in tihs bitch, take your hands on- (Chorus) niggas be testin' the streets like dick-birds then they start day-dreamin', watch my tons and hit curbs the i fuck my eyes and spit in my face- they got bad nerves i smoke-funny-ain't lust and use bad words but i'm in another revolution- motherfuckin' seem with his ass heard if you ever in your car and you play my game, throw the password cause it dosen't rest its head with an exquisite hand and they blast first i can't stand my next door neighbor, s i'm here to get a transfer they won't stay over my grass- fur, i ain't right (Chorus) check this part out right here fe-fi-fo-fum- i smell a sticky nigga roll up one get back if you ain't got none if you ain't bout it, then nigga don't come we tear this bitch everytime we come through actin' stupid, bitch- you know what i do lookin like i come from artabozoo where they feed us gumbo and cross-fetch too, huh i get down because i come up around the checkin line Kell- stop that fuckin track- i'v lost my mind (Chorus) hickery-dickery-dock-get 'em- jump off my cock bitch- get out of my face- hoe- stay out of my pocket,thats right everytime i come in the kitchen ,bitch you in the kitchen gettin' fat, eatin all the fuckin' food up but ain't washin' the dishes the fuck you mean do i have something else to drink you just got through emptyin' the jug out the hands- is the time that's it-gotta get the fuck out bitch about to schold your hands to the door nigga, i don't play that shit, better ask somebody bitch-thought you know (Chorus) |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
What the fuck? Shit.. It's.. HOT! I'm steamy, sweatin, tossin and turnin The whole house on fire, and I can't stop it from burnin I yell, "Somebody help me!" But ain't nobody pay em The curtains and the walls all indulged in flames I try my best to put it out then I said, "Fukkit!" Break, full speed to the back door, one room away Knew I that I did done some things that I shouldn't of But the faster and harder I ran it seemed like the longer I took I knew I didn't come into Sunday service like I could have Prayin, "Please God spare me; I don't wanna cook!" But have mercy for your child, forgive me for my sins I'm too young to die Lord, get me through this I gotta get to the back do', gotta get to the kitchen But they got thick black smoke comin from the kitchen Shit, all other exits are tossed, what I'ma do? Stay my ass here and burn or RUN THE FUCK THROUGH? Already havin trouble breathin when I started to cough But no more time to waste, I cover my face and took off! Dis-en-dehydrate, I'm gettin tireder I gotta, keep movin, cause it's gettin HOTTER and HOTTER, WHOO.. WHOAH, shit! I'm on fire! C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire! [6X] Oh shit! Ain't none of y'all motherfuckers help me out dere? HELP!!! Motherfuckers it's me! HELP!!! I gotta get out of here! I've been trapped for over 55 minutes Looks like I'm finished, this could be a fucked up ending "Call them people to me" tell them send the fire engine I done been in some fucked up shit but this the worst I ever been in I hope this ain't my calling y'all cause I ain't ready I'ma need some alerted emergency units to stand by, paramedics Runnin through the fire, and I can't turn back I can't see, I can't see, I'm BLIND!! Somethin went {WHOOSH} and everything went black Oh fuck I'm alright I just had my eyes closed the whole time Oops, shit damn! But that ain't my stop my shoes from movin cause outside, here I am! I made it! I'm still alive! I'm still the man! I smashed through the back door like a ram Out the house but still I got fire on my clothes Started goin wild on the ground tryin to get the flames out my shirt So I stopped, dropped, and rolled dick rolled Windmillin in the dirt, but nuttin didn't work! I heard a {HORN SOUNDS} but that was just a barge See I live right by the river THAT'S IT, WATER!!! Every step I took made hot footprints in the tar Get out the way cause everything I touch turn crispy Runnin over cars to the 12th Ward wall I'ma be at the riverfront, tell them people come get me!! C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire! [4X] Hello? Somebody get the fuckin fire off me! HELP! Sparks like aluminum foil, in the microwave oven Can't you see what's hap-pe-nin? Where them fuckin people? SOMEBODY DO SOMETHIN! Nobody wanna listen, everybody was scatterin Don't you see the smoke? Can't you hear the cracklin? I grab a nigga he screamed so loud that shit was eardrum shatterin! I said, "Don't scream Dawg, I need your help, I'm the one on fire!" He said, "Nigga you 'sposed to be dead, how you still alive?" But the shit don't seem to be harming me I heard them motherfuckin sirens, hollerin He was right by now they should be embalming me Damn this must have been a bad dream the whole ? I guess they finally got the people to me, they must have saw me Huh, cause they was headed right for me And said, "You just been put out, the fire went away!" A fireman walked up, and handed me a tape
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
MAN!! (I ain't never felt like this before) DAMN!! I ain't never felt like this before I AIN'T RIGHT!!, fuck, this shit ain't right Huh, huh, I AIN'T RIGHT!!, huh Shit ain't right (Chorus: Mystikal) I'm throwed off (fuck), I'm throwed off (huh) I'm throwed off (huh), I'm throwed off (Mystikal) I'm fucked up in the head but everytime I go on - bitch, ran my coat on Bitch gonna take my clothes off You niggas are crazy like roaddogs You can do what you wan' do and say what you want - just don't play wit' me Go wit'cha flow go, just don't call me bitch OK? BACK OFF, BACK OFF!! Mind your business Damn dog, didn't know you were ever gonna drop Nigga, soon as I finish, I'm gonna make your motherfuckin' Record Store look like it just got broke with a crowbar I ain't gotta stand up in this bitch, take your hands on - throwed off, throwed off (Chorus: Mystikal) I'm throwed off (huh), I'm throwed off I'm throwed off, I'm throwed off (Mystikal) Niggas be testin' the street like dick-birds Then they start day-dreamin', watch my tons and hit curbs (oops!) Then I fuck my eyes and spit in my face - they got bad nerves I smoke - funny - ain't lust and use bad words But I'm in another revolution - motherfucker seem with his ASS HEARD!! If you ever in your car and you play my game, throw the password cause it doesn't rest its head with an exquisite hand and they BLAST FIRST!! I can't stand my next door neigborhood, so I'm here to get a transfer They won't stay over my GRASS - fur, I ain't right (Chorus: Mystikal) I'm throwed off (huh), I'm throwed off I'm |
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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
[Mystikal]
Why.., why why why why Cause I keep bangin' y'all mother-fuckin ass, with this shit If it ain't live, it aint me Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this I wan't-a load it up, cock back don't miss Y'all ain't goin' believe this Got the preacher's wife talkin' bout rock that shit! All they do is say the mans name You watch how many bitches start comin', it's a damn shame They know I got the wood for 'em If they in the hotel room and get the dick, that's good for 'em Big pussy and it's soft dick time, bitch I got to get'cha, mm-hm, uh-huh.. Tell me what you goin' do If you got your friends with you, you could bring them ho's too Come and turn around, let me get behind you Move somethin' for me baby, I ain't goin' tell no body [Hook] If it ain't live, it aint me Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old If it ain't live, it aint meOh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old I'm too hip to drip [Mystikal] When I'm here they got to have it White lines so live they jump off the cabinet It's Micheal Tyler not Black Sabbath It's springin' hunter so watch out for the cat parrot I'm a whole and kaniver, the hot enchilada, Big Truck driver Hittin' hookers is a side high Tuckin' guts stackin' paper formin' lyrics is my real job Got my fingers and my shit tight Got another album and contract bitch get right Form a crowd like a fist fight I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this [Hook] [Mystikal] I'm too man to try to handle, I'm too bad and loaded too for you to hold Too tight to out-write, too strong to out-sold, too much to out-bust I'll talk shit and cuss, foul-dog rimp and the walk talk spit crush The paper towels and toilet tissue, start your engine set the table Clean your plate and wash the dishes Can I please get a source cup And if they don't give me my grammy, feel so sorry for your mother And after I'm goin' get Jive I done bust my ass, y'all ain't do y'all job [Hook 2x] |
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from Mystikal - Tarantula (2003)
[Mystikal]
Why.., why why why why Cause I keep bangin' y'all mother-fuckin ass, with this shit If it ain't live, it aint me Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this I wan't-a load it up, cock back don't miss Y'all ain't goin' believe this Got the preacher's wife talkin' bout rock that shit! All they do is say the mans name You watch how many bitches start comin', it's a damn shame They know I got the wood for 'em If they in the hotel room and get the dick, that's good for 'em Big pussy and it's soft dick time, bitch I got to get'cha, mm-hm, uh-huh.. Tell me what you goin' do If you got your friends with you, you could bring them ho's too Come and turn around, let me get behind you Move somethin' for me baby, I ain't goin' tell no body [Hook] If it ain't live, it aint me Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old If it ain't live, it aint meOh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old I'm too hip to drip [Mystikal] When I'm here they got to have it White lines so live they jump off the cabinet It's Micheal Tyler not Black Sabbath It's springin' hunter so watch out for the cat parrot I'm a whole and kaniver, the hot enchilada, Big Truck driver Hittin' hookers is a side high Tuckin' guts stackin' paper formin' lyrics is my real job Got my fingers and my shit tight Got another album and contract bitch get right Form a crowd like a fist fight I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this [Hook] [Mystikal] I'm too man to try to handle, I'm too bad and loaded too for you to hold Too tight to out-write, too strong to out-sold, too much to out-bust I'll talk shit and cuss, foul-dog rimp and the walk talk spit crush The paper towels and toilet tissue, start your engine set the table Clean your plate and wash the dishes Can I please get a source cup And if they don't give me my grammy, feel so sorry for your mother And after I'm goin' get Jive I done bust my ass, y'all ain't do y'all job [Hook 2x] |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Soldiers
Be all you can be This No Limit shit tho... We in this for life This not just a job baby This an adventure, ya heard me? *Now if you real, keep it real But if you fake, then you phony Nigga Go join the navy, You can't fuck with this army x4 I gave a couple niggaz some tanks and I want 'em back Nigga sent me some beats...But I don't want that In '89 I had a Benz, you ain't had a buck I bought your only fuckin house, and your first fuckin truck You pawn your rolley boy? Oh...you doin' bad? Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wouldn't be on your ass Now when times got hard You ran your mouth like a bitch Sold your soul to the devil, when you ran with other cliques You ain't no soldier boy Take that tat off your stomach Nigga talkin' bout he love me But bitch you love my money Now if greed come between me and my niggaz May god bless his soul And I hope he forgive me *Repeat (x4) These fake niggaz gon' fall off We gonna be around for a minute Thats why niggaz, shoot shots and run We stick around and finish Now...see me dogg? I'm around to win it And I don't fuck around with you niggaz Stop step the fuck away from around my Bentley I'm bought to blow off these fake niggaz head Sayin' "whats wrong with Slim?" Them niggaz fake P That's why theres no fuckin' songs with them We put our money together Just like we started with crack We let a couple niggaz shine We bought to take it back You know its mic's now nigga We started with gats Let a nigga play me on the streets So dogg, I ain't gonna start with this rap Gonna let them fake niggaz go Thats how we gonna settle down If we hustle we stil be rich bitch...if we never rap *Repeat (x4) Master P talking till the end of the song |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Master p: yo silk where you at nigga?
Silk the Shocker: I"m right here nigga whas' happenin'? Master p: Nigga they be some bustaz that be after us, ya heard Mystikal: Say nigga what you mean bustaz? Master p: Man nigga these bustaz tryina hate us and shit Mystikal: Shit, nigga we'll take they asses out Master p: Nigga you know it Rap 1(Master p) Yo i aint gon' let no busta jump me ima knock his ass on tha floot before he can plead that nigga gonna hit so bad he gon' bleed shit yall niggaz best beleive me (Mytsikal) uh huh hell yeah 504 is here bustin up niggaz that dont give a fuck bustin up niggaz that wont give it up (Silk the Shocker) nigga i had to put up wit this shit before and shit nigga this fuckin bullshit aint gon happen no more i beat yo motherfuckin ass you whore so dont kock at my motherfuckin door (lil romeo) romeo right here them bustaz actin queer when i break the beer and i shoot da deer they aint come near cuz i am here chorus them niggaz aint got shit them niggaz aint got it them niggaz actin pretty stupid them niggaz tryina make some new shit Rap 2 (Fiend) ima kill yall hataz thas fo fure you aint fuckin wit us stupid ass ho lets bust it up on 4 1 2(wha) 3 and 4 here we are knockin at your door now give us the dough stupid ass ho (Master p) sing the chorus one more time and nigga stay away from that ho she mine chorus x8 (Master p) this shit some 504 boy shit nigga some no limit record ha ha ha ha ah ha ha word up (snoop dogg) bow wow wow thas some mutherfuckin shit and how keep it korupt music fade |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
Master p: yo silk where you at nigga?
Silk the Shocker: I"m right here nigga whas' happenin'? Master p: Nigga they be some bustaz that be after us, ya heard Mystikal: Say nigga what you mean bustaz? Master p: Man nigga these bustaz tryina hate us and shit Mystikal: Shit, nigga we'll take they asses out Master p: Nigga you know it Rap 1(Master p) Yo i aint gon' let no busta jump me ima knock his ass on tha floot before he can plead that nigga gonna hit so bad he gon' bleed shit yall niggaz best beleive me (Mytsikal) uh huh hell yeah 504 is here bustin up niggaz that dont give a fuck bustin up niggaz that wont give it up (Silk the Shocker) nigga i had to put up wit this shit before and shit nigga this fuckin bullshit aint gon happen no more i beat yo motherfuckin ass you whore so dont kock at my motherfuckin door (lil romeo) romeo right here them bustaz actin queer when i break the beer and i shoot da deer they aint come near cuz i am here chorus them niggaz aint got shit them niggaz aint got it them niggaz actin pretty stupid them niggaz tryina make some new shit Rap 2 (Fiend) ima kill yall hataz thas fo fure you aint fuckin wit us stupid ass ho lets bust it up on 4 1 2(wha) 3 and 4 here we are knockin at your door now give us the dough stupid ass ho (Master p) sing the chorus one more time and nigga stay away from that ho she mine chorus x8 (Master p) this shit some 504 boy shit nigga some no limit record ha ha ha ha ah ha ha word up (snoop dogg) bow wow wow thas some mutherfuckin shit and how keep it korupt music fade |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
Intro, some guy talking) Old school niggas. (IT'S YEARN!) True hip hop niggas. Ha, ha. (IT'S YEARN!) This something y'all niggas can dance to. [Verse 1] LIKE THAT! I be a black muthafucka from the 12th ward I want some bullshit niggas (?) hittin em hard I made a lot of noise with the shit I done I hit em with more (?) I make em run I give y'all a chance to roll but y'all niggas can't roll Sit your ass down, let me show you how it go I thought I showed you last time, when will you learn? Watch what you ask for, nigga, IT'S YEARN! The maniac brotha's back with another dramatic track [Verse 2] Crossin my path struck you like you a black cat Maniac, abused, used, and abused Try your luck and bring a pack for the horseshoes You got nothin to lose, it just might help you out a bit Shit, I doubt it You're better off dead, goin head to head with a nigga like M-I-K-E Your best bet's to pack your shit Calm your head, bleedin bitch Sucka tragic you'll never get none You better leave cause you only get one Uh huh, leave now or get the pow Get the fuck out this area, I'ma have to bury ya Chance to make a break for it Mo thug, I draw blood Whip that ass, leave ya face down in the mud Militant, bitch I might be But that's a risk you take when you fuck with me Headlocked, yo I dirt ya like a nacho Shit you go, bigger than G.I.Joe You ain't know? I thought you knew IT'S YEARN! X 3 This time you can have it, it's for you [Verse 3] Come on, come on Well come away sucker fake MCs in the place There's only one Mystikal so make no mistake Comin straight in your face, sucker MCs I hate Rhymes bite you in your ass like a rattlesnake Bout your screamin no way Bitch you won't escape I'm like a boa 'strictor I kill, I suffocate Hittin harder than Hitler, no slidin, no livin, no jivin The sucker (?) I'm the antidote Got more niggas runnin and hiding than Batman and Robin Takin out adversaries with rhymes I wrote I the conductor of shive rhymes (...?....) Stretch like elastic, pure fantastic Lift off and burnin MCs like amino acid Nigga please don't try to battle, it's suicide This is only a suggestion, so ask no questions Those who have time watch me I do survive Try and digest my rhymes bitch you get indigestion Wrote this as a lesson so you will know Comin hard muthafuckas this physical Be pussy bitches in my fans I brought a dime and Understand I'm comin strong nigga harder than He-Man IT'S YEARN! With these hands, nigga laying face down on the curb [Verse 4] Some murderer got the nerve to talk about me Bitch I never heard of ya That's a shame, you got the blame cause you're blind Rebel, ya smell, ya fell, ya tell, ya sell, hotter than hell You know my name, the M to the Y, S-T-I, the K-A-L Soft as hell, I might as well SPELL! I'm a big marine, M-I-K-E, you figure weaker then me I speak uniquely, how in the fuck do you plan to beat me Ruler of hip hop, left ya shell shocked Scare the fuck out ya like Alfred Hitchcock Don't wanna be bothered (..?..) I'm a rough motherfucker from the 12th ward Never left nothin undone, breakin jaws for fun Cocky as Paul Bunyan, have ya cryin like onion Flyin low, a soldier born, ya chicken's choked Explosive, bitch I'm the one that wrote this I scream like rebel with the sword and snake Your boss come to battle, it's not your week I reverse my verse, I love to curse Then, I step back and grin at your dumb ass You won't be the first muthafucker in the back of a hearse Stomp, pop, clap, havin the last laugh Watch me burn, can't miss my turn IT'S YEARN! X 2 Like, do you want it? |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
Uhh, what uhh poof, fuck, jump round jump Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch C'mon jump, jump jump round, jump jump I ain't got no mo ass left BITCH I rapped it off You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off What in the fuck is you thinkin? You can't do shit if you stankin!!! Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done I give a fuck what you bringin Cuz my dick still gon' be swangin Hike nigga, hut one, nigga want some?! You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!! Ain't nuttin to fuck ya up, representin where I come from Fronts and brown blunts, you oughta get down some Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em Valiums and speed but we don't do weed Steroids and alcohol, still a fuckin athlete Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock Bout to run the rock home In the pocket on the field, without gettin touched!!!! Yo' ace boom coon in the hole in the clutch [ :] Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!!! Watcha wanna do?! Watcha gonna do?! Let me know girl, jump, jump!!! You get tackled by the style I'm usin Cuts and lacerations, broken bones, and open sores I got all of my adversaries cruisin for a brusin with contusions Ripped spleens, sprained ankles, and broken nose I'ma bust the microphones I rip on I step on the stage and get my grip on That's when you get stiff armed It's on and I'm the shit homes!!!! My alter-ego and its cool when I talk to P I'm the center of attention, topic of the discussion I fucked around and lost count of bitches I put the dick on They fuckin call me the home-town hero I'm off the heezy, I'm the reason for this pimp rap!! It's understood they already know without me sayin nothin So stuck on myself sometimes it's like I ain't got no mind It's been like that since these niggas been down here wearin badges I say fuck it dawg and go for the crowd like the goal line!! [ ] Nigga you just like ten yards, always the first down Be the first motherfucker off the bus but be the last nigga to clown Ol' sometime ass nigga ol' fake regular regular, I keep these niggas sippin on super dick and advil everyday common-ass no drama-ass nigga Punishin they motherfuckin ass and keepin it dat real Ain't nothin you can do to keep a nigga off the score board It's fourth and four - FUCKIN RIGHT I'M GOIN FOR IT!!! Jump, Jump [ : ] Jump, round, jump Jump, round, jump watcha wanna do?! LET ME KNOW GIRL, JUMP, JUMP!!! watcha gonna do?! |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
(Mystikal's human door opening)
Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch Uhh, what uhh poof fuck, jump round jump C'mon jump, jump, jump round, jump jump I ain't got no more answers left, bitch i rap it all You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off What in the fuck is you thinkin? You can't do shit if you stankin!!! Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done I give a fuck what you bringin Because my ????? elbows be swingin You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!! Hike nigga, hut what Nigga want some?! Ain't nothin for ya represent where i come from Front son, brown blood, I'll lay all of you down son!!! Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em Values and ????? Sterroids and alcohol still a fuckin athlete Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock Bout to run the rock home Yo ace brew crew and a hole in the clutch and a pocket on the field And the down gets touhed!!!! Chorus 2x: Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!!! Watcha wanna do?! Watcha gonna do?! Let me know girl, jump, jump!!! You can tell by the style of losin I got all of my adveseries cruisin for a brusin with contusions Cuts, atserations, broken bones, and open soars Ripped spleans, sprained ankles, and broken noses I bust the microphones i flip on!!! I step on the stage and get my grip on That's when you get you get the skip on!! It's on and I'm the shit homes!!!! I fucked around and lost count of bitches I put the dick on My ????? And I'm cool when I talk to P They fuckin call me the home-town hero Im the center of attention The topic of the discussion It's understood they already know with out me sayin nothin It's been like that since these niggas been down here wearin badges I'm off the heasy!!!!! I'm the reason for this pimp rap!!! So I stumble over myself sometimes like I ain't got no mind I said fuck it dawg I'm over the crowd like the goal-line!!!!!!!! Chorus Nigga you just like ten yards Always the fisrt down Be the first muthafucka off the bus and the last nigga to clown Ol' sometime ass nigga ol' fake regular regular everyday common ass No drama ass nigga I keep these niggas sippin' on super dick and advil Punch 'em in their muthafuckin ass and keepin it that real Ain't nothin you can do to keep a nigga off the score board It's fourth and four FUCKIN RIGHT IM GONE!!!! Chorus:4x Jump, round, jump Jump, Jump Jump, round, jump watcha wanna do watcha gonna do JUMP, JUMP!!! |
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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
[Mystikal's human door opening] Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch Uhh, what uhh poof, fuck, jump round jump C'mon jump, jump jump round, jump jump I ain't got no mo ass left BITCH I rapped it off You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off What in the fuck is you thinkin? You can't do shit if you stankin!!! Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done I give a fuck what you bringin Cuz my dick still gon' be swangin You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!! Hike nigga, hut one, nigga want some?! Ain't nuttin to fuck ya up, representin where I come from Fronts and brown blunts, you oughta get down some Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em Valiums and speed but we don't do weed Steroids and alcohol, still a fuckin athlete Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock Bout to run the rock home Yo' ace boom coon in the hole in the clutch In the pocket on the field, without gettin touched!!!! [Chorus 2x:] Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!!! Watcha wanna do?! Watcha gonna do?! Let me know girl, jump, jump!!! You get tackled by the style I'm usin I got all of my adversaries cruisin for a brusin with contusions Cuts and lacerations, broken bones, and open sores Ripped spleens, sprained ankles, and broken nose I'ma bust the microphones I rip on I step on the stage and get my grip on That's when you get stiff armed It's on and I'm the shit homes!!!! I fucked around and lost count of bitches I put the dick on My alter-ego and its cool when I talk to P They fuckin call me the home-town hero I'm the center of attention, topic of the discussion It's understood they already know without me sayin nothin It's been like that since these niggas been down here wearin badges I'm off the heezy, I'm the reason for this pimp rap!! So stuck on myself sometimes it's like I ain't got no mind I say fuck it dawg and go for the crowd like the goal line!! [Chorus] Nigga you just like ten yards, always the first down Be the first motherfucker off the bus but be the last nigga to clown Ol' sometime ass nigga ol' fake regular regular, everyday common-ass no drama-ass nigga I keep these niggas sippin on super dick and advil Punishin they motherfuckin ass and keepin it dat real Ain't nothin you can do to keep a nigga off the score board It's fourth and four - FUCKIN RIGHT I'M GOIN FOR IT!!! [Chorus:4x] Jump, round, jump Jump, Jump Jump, round, jump watcha wanna do?! watcha gonna do?! LET ME KNOW GIRL, JUMP, JUMP!!! |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
Testin testin testin You can hear me, what what what? MIC, check one, check, check check You can hear me? YO! I'm loud enough? Yo! Mic mic, micraphone, check, check Yo, can you hear me? Yo! [Chorus: repeat 2X w/ variations throughout] YIKES!!! You know what I like? (What?) I keep it hype, the words that I write (Oh) I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic (Huh?) I say my rhyme LOUD, with all of my might [Verse One:] People say that nigga CRAZY, I'm throwin off I raise my voice up then, GO OFF!! The king of different, titan of screamin chantin louder than a hundred people clappin (GO) keep them fuckin speakers crackin Rockin it, about to ROLL The sticker on the tag can't make it ragged Vocals that'll blow horns til your ass in traction Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket BLING BLING comin through, not excuse me I'm the nigga that's makin this loud ass music [Chorus] [Verse Two:] The doctor slapped my ass, so I've been hollerin since an infant Gotta make sure they hear me cause I wants my attention! Disturb the class, so I stayed in detention Couldn't whisper when I was talkin so they sent me to the office The principal say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?" Said, "I try to be quiet but I just can't seem to lower the volume" "Hmm, what's your name?" "Michael Tyler" "Perhaps you'd be interested in joining our school choir?" Said, "Nah that's for funny boys" "Either that or a suspension," while you roll, HERE I COME BOY I wanna holla, but I gotta try: *clears throat* DOE RAY MI FAH SOH! Ahh no! That ain't gonna cut it, that ain't gonna get it Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try something ath-letic" But I'm too clumsy so I went to the band But I made more noise honkin than I did when I was playin! YIKES!!! That ain't workin so I'm leavin The very next day I was in ROTC Had no problems soundin off like I had a pair, THREE FOUR But I just ain't like them tight ass green pants that I had to wear All this ? made me tired, on top of that one of my teachers wanna see my ass outside I went downstairs to the yard When I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads I said, "You lookin for me? I'm the one who be talkin loud" She said, "Damn, nigga we need you on our cheerleadin squad" HELL NO, never ever Trevor Either that or a report card filled with the F letter GO, TEAM, FIGHT, WIN Nah this shit ain't cool, FUCK THESE TEACHERS AND THIS SCHOOL Got a loud mouth but I don't know what to use it for 'til they told me that they was gon' put me in the TALENT SHOW [Chorus] |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
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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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
[Master P] Woman like my momma Ain't no woman like my momma (11X) Sharin liquor with the homies, reminiscin bout the old days Cookin dinner in your kitchen listenin to the Bar-Kays When I got suspended momma, you taught me the rules When I was sick, you came got me from school And even though, I never had a daddy Momma took me where I need to go in a old school caddy And even though times were hard momma made sure the rent was there A single parent on welfare but momma kept her kids neat, that's why we understand And we couldn't fold name brands And momma even rode the Greyhound to see her little man, when he was locked down And even though I life the STREET LIFE Momma prayin for her baby, hope he get his mind right It feel good to see momma on top I told you if I make it momma you won't be forgot [Chorus: repeat 2X] [singers] Momma life ain't cool [Master P] Ain't no woman like my momma [singers] Tell me what would I do without you [Master P] Ain't no woman like my momma [Mystikal] I thank God, for keeping you strong, but you keep me strong Things'd be different if, momma wasn't home Who gon' fix the grits and eggs and smoked sausage Teach me and love me and raise me and watch me Who gon' lift my spirits when I get sad? I was seven years old when I lost dad Discipline me when I need a stain whip on my ass Who gon' take the slack and carry the load? Trying to accept the fact but I was too young to understand Make ends meet while in the grocery stores? that had me happy on my birthday and merry at Christmas? Who's the single parent to me and my big sister Stood by and didn't leave, just because Who took care of us, did everything for us? we was yours, she was ours Who was still sweet when everything went sour? You mom! [Chorus] [Silkk the Shocker] I couldn't imagine gettin this far, without you Even when the bills was due, you found a way to come through Even though we didn't have money, we seemed rich You was side by side when I was sick We had each other me and my sisters and brothers, forget the other shit Early in the morning, cooking eggs and grits You was the first one up, but you was the last one sleepin Couldn't live our life for us so, let us know Made sure we had somethin to eat, last one to eatin Wanted to tell us, but you had to just, let us grow Gettin older now, soon have to, let us go Didn't know how to tell you how much you meant to me We was goin through some things momma but you never, let it show And I only get one of you so I, cherish the times So I wrote that line So wherever you at, I hope you doin fine You did so much for me then, I'll do the same for you in time [Chorus] [Chorus w/o Master P]
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
*Life is serious out here on these streets
Got us curious but were just trying to eat x2 Why cry now inhale the pain is gone Get your life back together it's time to move I know it was your baby daddy I saw you kiss him Hold up little boy screaming Jesus I miss him Ain't nobody gonna treat you they way he did He left you with biggest gift he made a kid Now you grab him and smile remember your man Even though the life you want it didn't go as plan With no money for the baby never held a job When the rent was due he always grab the chopper and ride What you blushing I know you love my nigga In the casket at 22 he didn't figure You was mad at the funeral seeing his hoes But he kept it real with you like an thug suppose You chose to love my nigga that you met in the Ville You gonna always love my dog even though he got killed *Repeat (x2) Smile know Kendall I know you miss my nigga Two kids to raise without an father figure And your youngest son screaming my daddy going to heaven You and Bobby Phills always suppose to be together And everytime you see ball make you wanna cry Cause my nigga had G and you know he could rise From the streets to the big league From the ghetto to the palm trees We pour liquor caused he moved on You shed tears but you stayed strong And at the funeral made jokes about his birthday His last words was same time but a different place *Repeat And a time I burn a cross For the nigga I lost One slug took the life of my young thug in cold blood R.I.P. to every daddy on Ken D I'm missing ya'll till this cold earth send me Sippin a sprite Breakin my life When the day turn night and just write Till I bed wrinkle Dippin these hoes till I plant sequel Running around with that desert eagle Like it was a bit legal I got a call from my uncle state Said it will be a while for they let him out them gates Drop the phone as the tears hit the tip of my ears I'm gonna disappear if he gotta serve more years *Repeat (x2) |
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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
laughing)
Walking through the mind of Mystikal No holds barred Still don't give a fuck about ya'll I'm still not the nigga to fuck with busta ?? the average nigga don't fuck with me Fool a nigga in size, ain't much none of ya'll niggas can do with me Typically speakin, i'm not what your seekin Now vision the rhymes that I be keepin I fuck like a mohican, ain't drunk like them demons, I'm quicker then one of those puerto ricans Get it off your chest Don't run on my set, i'm breakin your neck If you gettin upset i'm breakin a sweat Ya'll niggas ain't ready yet I'm catching my breath, ya'll niggas ain't findin wind I'm keepin they momma from tryin again I done fucked up more niggas then Henikken Fuck, i'm cute as a puppy, you smart as a guppy Now how you gonna fuck me, that bitch get lucky she fucked me And now that hoe can't stop thinkin of me I'm thinkin of much wealth, come tell ya how gettin fucked felt Ask them niggas that know me now Even them bitches will tell you i'm somthin else Bitches, they like my good looks But niggas can't stand that right hook They might look but they stay put I done stomped more niggas than Big Foot What I mean is i'm grand, you can't fuck with this peacan man You don't know who i'am, you goin too fast, slow down Tito, damn (chorus) Nigga go ring the alarm I came in this bitch, and i'm in the swarm My niggas are already armed Were turnin this bitch into Vietnam Nigga go ring the alarm I came in this bitch, and i'm in the swarm My niggas are already armed Were turnin this bitch into Desert Storm I stick to the left like a thumb tack I hum that to the drum track No wives, tote no knifes, Bitch i'm sharper then a pair of Filas See i'm humble, you fuckin 'em right, i'm makin 'em mumble Don't stumble, hoe I ??? the seen it for your fuckin gumbo When a homie compare me, but spare me i'm a rap figure Please never don't dare me, bitch I barely kept an ? nigga I run with the real niggas, they kill, they them ill niggas You best to chill niggas, I don't fuck with them run-of-the-mill niggas Here's what you gonna feel nigga: Heavy pressure from both sides, as the brain collides I'm tellin them lip lies, I hang with hip guys I split thighs, bitch don't ask me for shit You get nothin, no tighter then grip ? Fuck nigga, don't bother me and try to be, and tired of me Walkin out the hood with more bitches number then lottery Look, I like fuckin around, but I ain't fuckin with no fuckery Luckily, none of you niggas in here ain't cold enough to fuck with me Fuck niggas can't touch that, no ??, get the fuck back Fore you find yourself achin from you ass crack to your nut sack I run these hoe brand niggas from the back of the map To the front of China Just when you thought it was safe to back in the water, I'm right behind ya We as one must combine to never be stopped nann man Novice, servants, fiendins, demons, devils, Griffins, goons, raidin rebels Women, wizards, warlocks, witches Punk fags like bitches Gold, platnium, silver, copper Any kind of pussy popper gets wopped or chopped When Mystikal hits that door, now watch Nigga want a big cock, get popped like Hitchcock When I rib shot, when I hip hop, that zip lock thats thick knot Ohh, it's goin though me, got me struttin When E.F. Hutton talks everybody listens chorus 2x |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Baby baby get up what?
You'e already late for work What time is it? Its 10 : 30 Oh yeah I forgot tonight, I'm working the graveyard *I know my man is moving things 9 to 5 baby, I got a job baby. I hope one day my nigga change All the time baby I'm on the grind baby x2 I keeps that 9 in my drawers cuz you know I like to ball Nigga I ain't Warren G, but sometimes I want it all Flip a half into a whole, I mean an ounce into a brick. Get it for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your friends See in this game you get schisted I get some niggas that don't like me See the Ghettos trying to kill me, and the feds wanna indict me On a murder I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crew Because once you snitch then you threw but if u hustle then you true Would you live for this shit? would you die for the click? Sell your soul to get rich and run your mouth like a bitch *Repeat (x2) Nigga we hustle the streets so lets fuck the police My enemies don't want to see a nigga up on his feet I got the chrome for the haters and burbs on the table Give my life for my niggas and we splittin the paper They say thuggin is the secret that help a nigga fall OZ's flippin quickly to see we never fall The grind got us strapped with 9's on our lap The crime is a trap chop dimes of crack Hennesy got your mind if you slip you might die Penitentiaries give us time I'm fighting for mine If I die in this game send my soul to God I'm making mine in this game even though it's so hard *Repeat (x2) Yo baby, guess who stopped by today? who? guess? Your sister came from California? mnn mnnnn. I ain't got time for all this guessin I just got home from work Come on I want you to guess, we gonna play a game Your aunt from Jersey? mnn mnn, wrong again Who? The mother fucking ATF that's who? What? yes you know what I'm saying. What, you running them games on me? You let them in the house? Hell ya what am I supposed to do I didn't know what to do They wanted to search the house and if they find some Mother fucking dope in here they are gonna take my children Away and I can't be having that shit. Man, slow down, slow down. Slow down? slow down? i'ma slow down, i'ma slow down. You know what? I'm tired of this shit and another thing I called your mother fucking work today and guess what they told me. You haven't been to work in the last 6 months Now what you been doing huh? How the fuck you think you get all this shit you have? I don't know how I get it. you tell me that's what I want to know. You don't want it? Tell me where you get it from. Don't play with me you know what happening Hmm hmm I know what's happening. you know what? I don't want this shit. Fuck it all. Fuck it all |
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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
(G-Quikk)
Unh....yeah... I got that Boot Camp Clicc in this muthafucka tonight Me & my nigga 'Cise.... We done hooked some smooth shit up for y'all... And we bout to throw down in this bitch, ya heard mes? First Verse (G-Quikk & Mystikal): (G-Quikk) I had plenty of you niggas who that I couldn't, do it (Mystikal) Do what? (G-Quikk) Grab the pen and the paper, put the fire to the blunt, time to get to it Fuuuuuck how y'all niggas do it, She quick to pursue it til' his pockets smell like body fluid, Some niggas be walkin' up at the line, Blow job then slob on my knob, bitch I been the shit (Mystikal) BITCH I BEEN THE SHIT!!!!! (G-Quikk) Ain't nothin' you can do to me (Mystikal) What this muthafucka talkin' about nigga who me? (G-Quikk) Yeah you, said who see? I'm bout'z to make gash, drivin' 'em out quick fast, Bout time your muthafuckin' ass, Put a nigga on the muthafuckin' map with'cha bitch ass (Mystikal) Wit'cha bitch ass (G-Quikk) Takin' how long? (Mystikal) How long it took? (G-Quikk) It took a nigga thirteen muthafuckin' years just to make a rap song. But I'm on my winnings, in fact now niggas is jealous, Y'all niggas don't faze me, Hoes gone...hate me, Bust up and then I may get they lips bloody, Your back nutty, Aw, y'all niggas ain't ready for me, But if you want me, who clamps? I'm shell-bound, watch me throw down on my first go-round, Here's our shit, properly did it and now you're evicted, Now admit it, fuck that yin-yang, you talkin' behind my back Mr. Hood Critics, You're all on my dick hun, Get one, lick one, Shit son, talk about me? Jealous man, you're done, Fuck it, it's all good, I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga either, understood? Chorus (Mystikal & G-Quikk) (G-Quikk) You're all on my dick hun (Mystikal) Mr. Hood Critic (G-Quikk) Get one (Mystikal) Only way to keep my muthafuckin' name Out your muthafuckin' mouth Is to keep your muthafuckin' mouth SHUT! (x4) Second Verse (G-Quikk, Mystikal, & J-Dawg): (G-Quikk) Roll like a tank, Comin' cold like a shake, Every move that I make, Be smooth like a, snake, I got what it takes to make your eyes burn, Hooked up in the jazzy fifth, with the pee-wee sideburns, I dress better than a drug dealer, Cuz when I jump shop I'm on my job nigga, 20/20 couldn't see me (Mystikal) Who you? (G-Quikk) Q to the U to the I to the K, K, I be...... (J-Dawg) Follow me now, open sesame, You niggas ain't ready for the best of me, I'm takin' you niggas nuts and givin' you bitches a hysterectomy, I'm comin' up fast, runnin' in more ass, Sharp as glass, Bitch you might think this nigga be lickin' the pussy cuz my tongue fast, Hoe, but that's a no-no, Oh, you mean you don't know? Mr. Hood Critic told you what? I'm lickin' pussy on the down-low? Now if I'd did it, I'd admit it and walk around proud, But tellin' no fables, on this label, pussy eaters ain't allowed, Now I be comin' around the mountain like "Oh Susanna" (Mystikal) Nigga where the fuck you from? (J-Dawg) New Orleans, Louisiana, Home of the boot camp clicc, And now it's time for rest of you muthafuckas to bow down and respect the South shit, Get your mouth split, That's what thing that you can do up with this chemistry, The Boot Camp Clicc is droppin' bombs on the industry (G-Quikk) You all on my dick, hun (Mystikal) Mr. Hood Critic, the only way to keep my muthafuckin' name, From out your muthafuckin' mouth, Is to keep your muthafuckin' mouth SHUT! (G-Quikk) G's oh, G-Quikk's a G so, Want me to creep these hoes? I'ma keep these hoes, On they tippy-tippy toes, Shovin' that dick all in your daughter, Called a nigga, fucked a nigga, Sucked a lil' dick (Mystikal) BUT CAN'T GET A QUARTER!!!!! (G-Quikk) I'm not your everyday extraordinary busta, Another soldier out that boot camp, Bustin' you dick suckers (Mystikal) From walkin' round town tryin' to call Michelle, Hit slow like shit you jump now nigga (G-Quikk) Ain't nothin' colder, ain't nothin' cooler... Ooh! Don't let the smooth ice fool ya (Mystikal) Cuz I ain't that type of nigga to get my... (G-Quikk) Ass kicked (Mystikal) Caught 'em talkin' (G-Quikk) Cash hit (Mystikal) Cha-CHING! (G-Quikk) Bitch another smash hit Chorus (2x) |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
Mothafuckin' murderer x2
Murdered my sister the only thing ?I'm tryin to tell? is to take it to that nigga get that mutherfucker what I tell myself make that mutherfucka feel what Chell felt heavenly father but ?your will? to bring them tears to her eyes fuck the fussin and the fights why she have to die couldn't ?beleive my baby? to leave away from here so goddamn early I tried to tell her that nigga was bad news but she ain't heard me fact was that she love this bitch but she found love on the graveyard shift and how many ? mutherfuckin' quick lift, or spliff, on the fifth find my baby sister she ain't deserve that shit nigga you couldn't of, nigga you wouldn't put your hand on a women, how could it be my sister can't say I wouln't miss her but I wouln't forget cha get that bitch for every time he hit ya he gone pay for what he did ya MURDER! Motherfuckin Murderer x3 possesed that nigga that hurt her 100% black queen self ?every women? nigga you lost your fuckin' life when you took hers from her you took her from her brothers and her baby mother from her but after its said and done your ass gone burn like its summer even ?a fuck? bout a system sister was your victim fuck he said he didi it what the fuck you mean your being a victim fuck him, I'll get 'em be that nigga to deal with him cut him and split him, reverse that feelin' commited ?mutherfuckin? centuries under my ceilin' the paper said lacerations to her ? what did the killin' but thats on my first born to make him my first blood heavenly father but ?your will? to bring them tears to her eyes she would probably miss my partner she was cool with ? multiplied by the people she went to school with never the less, rest my sweet sister ?I'm about to? handle this buisness get that thing and kiss ya picture heavenly fatherhe done put me in that water but I got to get theat bitch for what he did to my momma daughter never dreamed he'd be the one to hurt her she died a bloody murder MURDER! Motherfuckin' Murderer x4 into the tick-tock of the wee hour shit started to get sour she was killed by that fuckin' coward how could nothin' take so much and no more was uppin' no more huggin' but his conciense know the truth so he fucked up and her memories was all that was left so to that I'm clutchin' she was taken out of your reach now you can't touch her unfortunatly also taken from us so we gotta sufer ?dabalin'? down to that last supper gotta hustle feelin' my album shake the devil up reconstruct this motherfucka I never slowed down just throw it down like I know how thought I do it like she would have wanted me to do it I still can't believe I lost her in the worst way she died wearin' my very first T-shirt on my birthday now what the fuck I'm supposed to celebrate would have celebrated if I caufgt his ass but I got in my ?bed? and its too late everybody gotta roll they must play no hollerin' when to pray but this mutherfucka gotta pay there will be no reasonable excuse for what you've done even ignored him when he started stealin' from me cause them was crumbs a raindrop to a river huh, a sinner to a christian a holler to a whisper she was the sole reason that I got along wich ya but I'm a never heal from the scars of what you did to my sister MURDERER! Motherfuckin' Murderer x6 |
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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
Chorus (Mystikal & Insane): repeat 2X
(Insane) Guns murder niggas at night.... (Mystikal) Man, niggas even kill niggas at night (Insane) Cops murder niggas at night... (Mystikal) I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine!!! (Mystikal) Motherfuckin murderer....shot my fuckin brother But when I find him, I'm gone GET THAT MOTHERFUCKER! He playin the role of one them niggas that's always talkin noise Runnin INSIDE, talkin that shit, front of his fuckin boys Fuck that, I'm lockin that bolt back Loadin that gat, here that glock come, (gunshot) Out'cha fuckin' head... standin on the corner I'm peepin on ya, so I CAN CREEP UP ON YA!!!! Calmin my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick em in my mind You want it? Fine, I DONE REACHED FOR THAT NINE I'm gone do you in I'm tellin ya bitch you gone have to get up quick And hit the bricks before I do you in Two of your boys spied me comin Them coward-hearted niggas started runnin But not you though, you gots to play the hard role Stop playin it up like a bone, BITCH I KNOW YOU ARE Talkin head gonna put you on your deathbed Just cuz you got a gat, that's just why you actin brave Got a gat I got a GLOCK, what'cha gone do? Handle your business, DON'T LET YOUR BUSINESS HANDLE YOU! Chorus (Mystikal) Pull your shirt down bitch I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared bout that bullshit It don't matter how many fuckin guns you got The only thing that MATTER, is a nigga, to get the first shot Cuz if I peep, that ass is fallin to the street Bitch retreat or that ass is deeeeeeead meat Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your fuckin feet They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street When N.O. meet, who gives a fuck about a poor neat scene? We got beef, so I'ma shoot'cha like a FAKE BITCH Let you know just who you fuckin' with But I ain't that type of nigga that's liable to shoot you over no DUMB SHIT! If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just cause you talk too much shit PLUS, you popped one of my boys Gankin niggas I'm gettin downright SCANDOLOUS!!!! (gunfire) YOU CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!!! So when you're out bitch, move or I won't step Cuz if I catch'cha I'ma drill ya in your fuckin chest I ain't gone gone ride by and pop, cause I might miss I'ma walk up to your FACE, Pop POINT BLANK BITCH!!! That's what you get, from out there tryin to go act bad Not even BRUCE LEE, could whoop a bullet ass Got'cha, come, get this ass whoopin If you bringing them niggas with ya, that's nothin I'm poppin' the clip in Nigga fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher You might run but I'ma CATCH 'EM!!!! Chorus (Mystikal) (Yo nigga you caught that bitch yet?) FUCK NO! I ain't caught that bitch yet I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project But I bet'cha, when I stop, runnin behind em Get up, pack my shit and I'll STOP, and then I'll fuckin find him Yo dumb ass in the street Fuck that shit, cuz I'ma catch your ass this week Monday, a one day when you go play (alot of gunfire), goes the A.K. Sprayin on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoe Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse How in the fuck you gone duck a twelve round burst? Hammin at that ass on Tuesday, put up the nine Go get the A.K. Bitch if I catch you in the mall Wednesday That's the day that ass fall Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day The day I'm blood thirsty Fuck that, wait til FRIDAY, PAYDAY!!!! Shoot'cha in your face and take your money, J Now wait til the weekend, heh, yeah Saturday, that's the day you go CREEPIN But you better be watchin your back cuz I'm sneakin (door noise) Waitin for my chance to do your ass in I don't give a fuck if it's on Sunday God gone have to forgive me, cuz I'ma shoot'cha in your head nigga Chorus |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
(first verse)
Muthaf**kin' murderer!!!!!! Bitch you killed my sister!!!!! Bitch I'm bout to get my pistol!!!! Know that I'm comin' and I gotta get him, And I gotta kill him, And cease all his stupid shit, And walk with this venomous shit 'cause she's 'sposed to be there for me, Six years, still tears!!!! I know it's gonna be that way Until the day that your grave is filled up, I still can't forget'cha, 'cause all you did is spilled blood, Bitch that was my only sister, you can't just kill her!!! Don't that f**k with you? ? ? can't you feel her? That's what the f**k she get for givin' you her real love? ? ? ? I tried to play cool, and mind my business, and stay out it, I was supposed to be all in, when it comes to your family share your Problems!!!! I just wish I would've knew then what I know now, I just wish I could've woke up before it went down!!!!! Now I'm sayin' "damn!!!!!" Wake up hollerin' "damn!!!!!!!" Wait until I get that muthaf**ka, and I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chorus (mystikal & uncredited singer): (mystikal) Murder murder murder Murder murder murder (get that muthaf**ka what I tell myself!!!!) (singer) Murderer....... Murderer....... (2x) (second verse) Noooooooow, why? Would you come to my house, tell the truth, Then turn around and be bout lyin'? ? ? ? Muthaf**ka in that water, I know you didn't want your son to rot!!!!! So if you gone support him, Then you can jump up in the skillet with him and fry!!!! Bitch!!!!! my God damn sister used to call you mama!!!!! And this is how you honor her? ? ? ? ? ? ? I'm furious, and to her I say murderer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Her loyalty, and her love, you deserted her!!!!!!!!!!!! Changed the whole story, and got on the evening news and shined, The bitch start actin', got on the witness stand and start cryin', Now who the f**k you think you foolin'? or convincin'? It must be your f**kin' self!!!!! It hurt me so bad, to avoid doin' somethin' crazy I had to write this shit down on paper, And show you what the f**k I felt!!!!! You disgrace me, it's a show of shame, You saw that look in my sister face, she died in pain!!!! Chorus (third verse) Thou shalt not kill, Bitch I can remember finishin' the argument That y'all was havin' over automobiles, Thou shalt not lie, I know what you did, I'm comin' to get'cha, you cannot live!!!!! Look, you sleep forever is the f**kin' price, Shit, a throat for a throat, a life for a life, F**k my feelings, you owe that to my family and her son, My children auntie ain't there, F**kin' well right I got a grudge, On your ma, and her lawyer, and the courts, And the jurors, and the judge, Defenses, your immediate family members, I'm pissin' on it and burnin' the distict attorney, You stepped down on us, Shipped that coward out his f**kin' cell and let him skip town on us, Just like that, And I guess I'm 'sposed to let that shit go down, ha? just like that? I'm makin' it happen to these actors, My screwdriver, and my telephone bar, and my black hat on backwards, Takin' your boyfriend, that's how it end, But until then, I'm livin' for revenge Chorus (mystikal & singer): (mystikal) Murder murder murder Murder murder murder (get that muthaf**ka what I tell myself!!!!) (singer) Murderer....... Murderer....... (mystikal) Murder murder murder Murder murder murder (get that muthaf**ka what I tell myself!!!!) (singer) Murderer....... Murderer....... (mystikal) Murderer!!!!!!!!! Bitch you killed my sister!!!!!!!!!! Murderer!!!!!!!!!! Bitch you killed my sister!!!!!!!!!! (mystikal) Bitch you killed my sister!!!!!!!!!! .....what I tell myself!!!!!!!!!!! (singer...simultaneous with mystikal) Murderer.... Murderer.... (beat plays with drum cadence until the final gunshot ends the song) |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
[Chorus - 2x]
My life is sweet You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee Custom made Bentleys, t.v.s, mink seats Make them scream wha-wha [Curren$y] Cars and shut it down any set, first dude in the city To have Intevet, equipped with the Internet Performance chip is faster than any jet I'm down the block, and you ain't even start your engine yet I use to hustle on the block for rent Met P and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks wanna get with me Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City [Chorus - 2x] [Afficial] Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package I leave the country cause Paris cooler Fall back and take a day off like Farris Bueler Young punks I'm the ruler, you follow my lead Slow down I been doing this, the product of speed Can't roll but I'm a weed blower, I get my ki's lower 16-5 a few weeks, I'll have a green roller [Afficial] I thought I told you the flow don't stop And it ain't No Limit on the stage if the show don't rock You can still catch me up in them clubs In that 2K3 Yukon sitting up on them dubs Since they wanna know about my whip I'ma tell em like this, I got enough keys to start a dealership Now how they think they floss toys When we in places, so far from home they call us the Lost Boys [Chorus - 2x] [Afficial] When I go to the lot, they call me Connect Four Cause I bought four cars on the road, with four doors Spend another mill, put diamonds on the grill Push a button, and my gun pop out the steering wheel It's real, stack dough and make more While you cats come up slow like Lamborgini doors You might see me in a Range, you might see me in a Porsche I get paid every month like child support [Krazy] Luxury, I love that bird it's easy Lift it out, but still a Jag can't please me But a 6, without the rims is cheesy Like a bitch, I like my tires breezy The spinners, on my Navi to tease me With a sunroof open, it's kind of breezy With a tank on my neck that just might freeze me I'm scared of a Viper, she'd like to see that [Master P] You ever ate a cheeseburger, on a million dollar plate Flew to Paris or France, just to get away Like to party, so we buy the club Every whip that we drive, be on 24's or dubs The new Hummer, had it before it came out 200 and 50 G's, I put it in my mouth Bought a mansion whodie, just to make music Like the President got a jet and don't even use it When it comes to ghetto balling, there is none higher Get a supermodel for a banker, two million dollar wires In the winter whodi, we sleep on mink coats In the summer we on the water putting chandeliers and boats My cousin get athlete money, and don't even ball My son's only 12, and he could buy the mall Call me Ghetto Bill, cause I love the cheese I don't gangbang, my favorite color is green [Chorus - 2x] |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
Humph, Come on
It's the nigga that get hard than starch in yo fuckin creases rip it to pieces slicin and dicin and icin em right with the mic I use that's as clean as a wild teacher eyes stay tight when they fade to watch swarm bleedin from out the freeza can't you see em? Jesus! Big tittie Tina boppas out chea catchin Mystikal Fever Ol you'll be sayin you ain't takin no shit this time Nigga me neither! You could leave nigga fuck we don't need ya Rapper, killer, loaded, beat, swivel, shark, butchers meat CLEAVER {*knife sound*) a lot of you niggas believe in walkin a thin line but when I get through wit cha all I be hearin is awwah!! Of all maps and adages knocking off hats Y all know act a ass But don't call me that Fix yo fuckin shirt tie yo fuckin shoe strangs jive and Mystikal comin up in the bull dagger big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal s fever keep my motherfuckin fist balled up case a mutherfucka tryin to start somethin takin ginseng got yo lil dick hard makin it harder think you gon jump in the ring and go pound for pound with the knockout king? No shit like that gon happen cause them niggas down here ain't gon fuck wit what I bring you heard the the motherfuckin door open you heard that arrrr (door open sound) you know that's me if it was a wrestlin match you'll be on your back like 1&2&3 come off the top ropes leave you knocked out wit yo mouth open and they gon have to take yo ass home and leave you in a hot tub and soak bar banga and if you don't want swang wit a mic I tell you nigga I m wild ass a gorilla on chain Time to flow wit a natural-born go getter This for my hustlas to ballas, gangstas and cap pealers hustlas to ballas gangstas and cap pealers hustlas and gangstas gangstas and cap pealers hustlas to ballas gangstas and cap pealers big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal fever I'll go pound for pound wit the knuckle cuffin motherfucka Rush em and touch em Then stand ova his ass and screamin I told you not to start nuthin I'ma damage ya You ain't got the stamina Half the talent to match, to dance wit the tarantula When I'ma chargin at cha niggas be tryin to copy cat wanna jump on the mic and do what I do but can't keep up ain't no thankin that'shit gon change cause when I drop off Mystikal sound a likes gon have to get the fuck off crackin they glasses smashin they records smash and catchin they ass all day and tackle they ass tell em all settle shop down close fo sho put it down like 1990 M.C. Hammer I hope big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal s fever big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal s fever |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
Mystikal- (Intro) Mystikal and Outkast, I'm representin...... I'm not for the big bucks, no wammies, You can't stand it, Make um feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami, Handle'n with my man and'um in Atlanta. And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda s--- you feelin as I'm sayin it I'm like an NBA so thumb or pawn shop tech nine, bitch I'm know for jam'n. Smoke merry, merry, merry Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary, I bust through, intrude, move through, distractions. Risks and hits and blows don't lose no traction. I threw a round of flip flop flip flop back at um If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon And the um God knuckle up boy ??, don't be no f---ed boy Me and Guillotine we run some ni--as in a big truck boy Run flat boy, run that boy. Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy I bring flames to a four alarm fire I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern band And they always tryin to find something to say about the brother man. I invent em flip em and send em Rhymes get you jumped like I pulled (?) over ya Guess what, this is a stick up Give me back my s--- before I start pickin bricks up Garbage mc's better run for it Don't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of the yard, for it And respect me for takin it to um So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woodz (Chorus) x2 If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock, If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock, If you round our neck of the woods you better stop, Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, aaouu Big Boi- All a the heat rise to the beat wise To that nigga that spit that street fire Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto You're bitch made like Dorothy You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G? I take my thirteen shot , don't U know my style is drunken And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin Givin you somethin to beat the block with, eet the cops with My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this The D-u-n-g-o-n, family, merrily Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scaring me, But I live, gotta given, one double ohh percent above the rest yeah With the fat sacks, gon burst that, and you know that, yea (Chorus) x2 Dre- (BIG BOY: Hey, what's your name?) Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun Reason for a gun, only one Strong believer in self-preservation Aahhhhh, OOF! Hit that state up in views City of forgotten fate, County of the blues Street address Generation X Avenue, new, new. But Generation Y, high, to the point that I drink Runnin on a new one Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn, and some church socks What if I told you that even if you made clocks? Stops, time rewinds ee what he finds Then rearrange and change things that's on your mind Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter? Would you holler that I'm live and ask another Or take no heat and run for cover (Chorus) x4 |
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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
Chorus:
Neva gon' bounce, neva, neva gon' bounce (never.... say never) (3x) Y'all bitches... Get ya' mind right Get'cha, get'cha mind right (7x) 1st verse: I'm tryin' to do my thang like a rap star tryin' to Stay clean, ache my hands, and avoid the game But it's hard. 'cause I can ball dope and get paid Like a muthaf**ker gotta be another way to pay T. tucker, used to roll twenties by the ounce (ounce) My papa got a brand new mag it's called bounce. Crackers wanna label me a nigga man but i'm A bigga man, I said f**k that or do go to trigga Man. it's the new somethin' cream goin' round, It started in the saint town and now it move to Ghost town. said tonight was time but where Your gat? niggas get wild when they hear Botty-at, booty-at. you bitches tryin' to pussy-pop Dealin' herb, slung tapes ten dollas a rock. Ya gotta take what you need, take what you Want, slingin' tapes out the club and tapes Out the trunk. when the trigga man bails soft, Take'em to the saint tell him rock another block Party. dj irv had that shit bumpin', t.t. tucker Had the dance floor jumpin', whole project Full of hoes (come on, go t.t., go t.t., go). but If a nigga jumps stupid I'm blast ya' (who put this F**kin' thing together? ) me, that's me that's who I told you don't f**k with me. Chorus 2nd verse: Oooh, see I'm the one that you talkin' bout. drop A little red tape and a stone in the sword, and my Pocket got swoll from insurance. I bought a Little more gold and f**ked a lotta' more hoes! All them bitches know what's up (how they know, How they know? ) they heard me on the radio Buddah I set up. where-he-at hittin' dead home If it wasn't bumpin' in your ride it was bumpin' in Your headphones. no it ain't gone to my head 'cause I ain't gon' let it, damn it feel good gettin' Sweated, huh, huh, huh. uptown, downtown, Cross the river, don't matter 'cause I'm the nigga, The nigga, nigga, the nigga, nigga. one brick Object (what happened? ) couldn't keep my Muthaf**kin' ass out that project. shit, that's When it happened (what up? ) 5-0 busted in There was a raid and I was captured. 1st bridge: Alright, all you niggas on the floor right now, Down! get out the way! Ay man, why you f**kin' wit' me? I'm the f**kin' boss, I put this shit together, I tol' you that (punch), shut the f**k up, i Don't give a f**k who you are get your ass Down on the floor! Chorus 2nd bridge: Man calm down, calm down. Yo t.t. don't trip (for real? ), 'cause when them Laws let you loose boy we gon' handle this, See you gonna get your shot at limelight, but In the meantime in between time keep your Mind right. (but man they said that I was Wanted) for what? (narcotics, homicide, Shoplifting warrant, so much shit I can't finish.) This call concludes this minute. (dial tone) (hello? , hello? bitch, you gon' hang up on Me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Alright (21x) Chorus Shake that ass, never gonna.... |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
*Bitch i'm a soldier (until the day that i die)
A No limit soldier (yes i am, yes i am) I thought that I told ya (and nothing or no one could ever change that) Ain't no need to ask me why I'm a soldier til i die. I'm a soldier see the tank on my neck? Mr. Magic is my name y'all better give me respect You might remember me from seein' me postin' up on the block With a .45 Glock and a mouth full of rocks Hustlin' like I didn't even care Wakin' up my neighbors poppin' pistols in the air Tryin' make a million pullin' all night flights I'm praying cuz I'm knowin that my life ain't right Forgive cuz I'm wrong but I'm begging or forgiveness And now I'm hustlin' in a whole other business Tryin' to do right for the people that I hurt in the process of growin up I've change my ways i guess thats why I'm blowin up I'm comin' back for all my peeps Just try to stay alive and keep your ass off the streets For the ones that gotta hustle just to eat Lord, I say a prayer for you before i fall asleep *Repeat How man heard Sky's the Limit? Shit i ain't finished this is only the beginning I'm with no limit Just think I'm in my prime If I'm not the best just give me some time and I'll change your mind Niggas like me hard to find Genuine I'm the only of my kind young black and full of pride With a mind to teach the whole world If you just listen to my words Y'all can feel my pain A lot of years wasted, buku friends died a lot of wet faces The other half caught a bunch of fuckin' cases So still a lot of tender spaces Wish I could erase the hate Who said money makes you happy? It can never bring back my daddy So fuck the Navi and Caddie I'm hopin' y'all could hear me Cuz I'm speakin' this from the heart Me and my fans never torn apart *Repeat |
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from Mystikal - Original [single] (2011)
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 ufo3245님께서 등록해주신 가사입니다. |
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| from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996) | |||||
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| from Mystikal - Jive Records Presents: Mystikal - Chopped and Screwed (2004) | |||||
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| from Mystikal - Tarantula (2003) | |||||
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| from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004) | |||||
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| from Mystikal - Tarantula (2003) | |||||
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| from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000) | |||||
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| from Lee Risenour Feat. Will Downing - Lost (1998) | |||||
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