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Let's start something dog
Let's make it happen *I rock (I rock) I roll (I roll) I come to tear the world up - Let's Get Ready to Rumble!! I shut'em down shut'em down You ready for war start fightin' start fightin' *Repeat I come is this cut to get paid to bust flow I come for the gumbo They know me for kickin' they ass from here to El Segundo Lets get ready to rumble!!! Spit sparks, spit flames the coldest thing up under the sun though Spending your money on them suckers your wastin you time cause I'm the one hoe! Smokin' that blunt smoke Stay out of my front doo' Swung with the blast, I've never been matched I hop on the track like a jump rope I come with the guillotine to cut throat Holdin' it down messin ya'll up with the rest of them suckers be umcho Me? YEAH, blessed if you don't know Packin' big bone heavy struture and hung low Wreckin ball nuts it touch the flo' If it's on yo' chest then just let me know I hope you don't think I'm runnin' I know you don't think I'm scared You must of forgot who the hell that I am The man with the braids - BEWARE!! That's yo' ass mister post man Sucka stompin' and swingin' with both hands!! *Repeat (x1.5) Watch out (OOHH) Bats and pipes - broken bottles, glass, and knives Jump in the mix and don't handle yo' business somebody turn out yo' lights!! You'll be gettin' yo' stupid self up askin' the people "Which one of ya'll hit me?" I don't know the way you went down look like the ground was slippery Attack'em with sawed-offs, suckas get throwed off The party get called off, when suckas get sawed-offs I go give her my meat to meet and give it to her raw dog You, go get the (?) nasty, givin that stuff, get bought off I come with the real I be with them brothers with booted up grills We don't do promotions and shows that stuff don't pay my bills Keep it in the ballin' ballin', promoters callin' Videos jumpin' off sucka this the real New Orleans My neck of the woods, my side of the hood my part of town Thugs, drugs, and violence - y'alls is watered down When I perform I that calm And I'm the BOOM on the record I hit the studio and show'em All right yeah you right start fightin' Get it right keep in right we be hype Knockin'em down, throwin'em away, hittin'em hard Takin'em out, bustin' they head breakin'em off *Repeat |
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Chorus 1) x2
Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Came here with my dick in my hand Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo ass Be cool, and don't worry about how I'm rippin this shit When im flippin when kickin, nigga this just what I do I'm effervesecet and I'm off that crescent Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd Motherfucker keep steppin They don't fuck with me and they won't Yall bitches cant catch me and you won't Tell ya self, bitch ass throw that pussy I'm proud of my poo nanny, and a dollar for my booty You think I'm trippin, bitch I ain't trippin I'm buyin if you got curves for your iceberg Drinkin here acting like it's gonna do somethin to me Hope this indecent proposel make you do somethin with me Fuck a dollar girl pick up fifty And fuck that coward you need a real nigga Off top a nigga bout hurtin shit Bend over hoe show me what you workin with (Chorus 1) (Chorus 2) Attention all yall blazin pimps Right now in the place to be I thought I told yall niggas before Yall niggas can't fuck with me Now this ain't for no small booties No circus that won't pass But if you feel you got the biggest one Then Imma shake ya ass (Chorus 1) x2 I come with that fire like Aiyaaa Chocalate and bowlegged runnin up behind her Go head get down pop lock at the cockhouse For girl don't lie you know you wanna go back to my house |
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| 3. |
| 4:07 |
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(Mystikal's human door opening)
Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch Uhh, what uhh poof fuck, jump round jump C'mon jump, jump, jump round, jump jump I ain't got no 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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| 4. |
| 3:32 |
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[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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| 5. |
| 4:42 |
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[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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| 6. |
| 5:16 |
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*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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| 4:31 |
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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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I had thought i heard u laughin, talkin trash
Bitch, whats happenin Start shit but dont take it Pull it out, put it on your ass Some of y'all niggaz still got the game fucked up this year But I ain't gonna have it Tryna talk about anotha muthafucka on a record And the bitch aint got no cabbage Hopin somebody can tell me whats wrong with this picture Dont think you can put out whateva you want And I aint gonna come back in the bitch and come getcha Imma find out where ya hang at Where ya old lady live and what time you be there Go scope out ya ride Follow ya to work and bring that heat Duck and whooo! from this fuckin fool Monkey see, monkey do nigga So you cant be the man right chea too Theres none afta this Not anotha livin M.C. as hazardous And as talented and handsome, ghetto fabulous Keep em off my back Wheneva they comin I bring that double In a minute y'all niggaz dont show no love Its gonna be trouble These niggaz here get ya name bent Washed up anybody yall sent Gotta watch these niggaz, they get outta line I put em in they place every time they nut up Gotta stop em from spreadin them lies Bust em in they mouth and make em shut up Get up! Come here! Neva seen me cut up, ya must not be from here Im four and none here Dont have me to bring up the shit I've done here Reach blazin temperatures So please come wit ya sun gear Whoop the sleeves off of muthafuckas that try to run in here Serious look on my face And a boot in my mouth and balled up fists These niggaz dont want my trouble But its too late for em, gotta accept this shit *(Tryna sound like me) U would if U could nigga U would if U could (Tryna be like me) U would if U could nigga U would if U could nigga (You wanna do what I do?) U would if U could nigga U would if U could nigga (You wanna take my style?) U would if U could nigga U would, but U cant, so U aint! From the moment that i slid in the door They know I'm back cuz you can hear it in the floor But afta I rap bitches aint feelin it nomore Wanna talk that shit, betta kno what to come with If you jump in the water Then ya ass betta throw up before i start ballin And if you eva fuck with what I be recording Imma flush you down the toilet And if you eva come at me wrong with a mike Imma throw you in the gutter I cant be scared these niggaz And they disrespect me cuz im from New Orleans We dont play that shit When these niggaz and they really want me to get started Make it painful cuz I dont think so I be bustin til I cant Thats what I where that tank for Hittin with the speed of Roy Jones Jr. And the strength of Iron Mike Tyson Triflin, exciting, well precise And I gotta let em know that I still been right You talk on me strong Just cuz I'm rich dont mean that it dont sound hungry Count if you wanna Hope you think cuz you little I wont jump on ya You betta remember that When you be droppin that bullshit You lucky I'm in a good mood right now But I'm lettin you know how it could get If I was the preacher Yall niggaz would run when I step off the pulpit If I was you I'd leave me alone Cuz bitch I aint nothin to fool with But if it is on ya mind You got somethin to prove, then go head and do it I get so vivid I wouldnt be able to make a better picture if I could You understand my platinum Then fuck up my raps, semi tracks No matter wheter kickin a verse or smokin a sack I'll fuck over you, yea I'm makin a habit of hurtin they head and bustin they ass Fuckin they woman and takin they spotlight, makin em mad *Repeat |
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| 3:53 |
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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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| 4:51 |
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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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(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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| 12. |
| 4:06 |
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Chorus: Don't fuck, don't fuck with the braids! Can't fuck, can't fuck with the braids! Don't fuck, don't fuck with the braids! Ya can't fuck, you can't fuck with the braids! (Barking) You can't stop me! How then? Watch me! Watch me! Ain't gonna be no congress Drop me, you can't block me, who stop me? Its outside! You should've known better! Is it cause I flow better? They kept me in the shade But now I'm back motherfucker, the nigga with the cannon for two Swinging with the braids! Chorus [Verse 1] 504! The doe man, got dogs in when the rhymes go bad Make ink on the page, catch flame Lit light like propane No sweat, no blood, no pain, no game No card, no deal, no dice, no game Giving these bitches somethin vicious! I got them falling to pieces, like porcelain dishes I'm dirty! I get all the way down on the ground And just wonder, memorize, take a picture, write a book I don't give a fuck! I man supply, ground ripper! I'm here, lay down and give it up! Nigga you ain't gonna leave me out my entrance (out my entrance) Count a hundred thousand pennies, every sentence! Buddatt, buddatt, buddatt! Get back! What's happening? I rip cracks and pop tapes I'm so hot they just gotta rock what I spray The type of guy that write what I say! I'm so wild, cause I'm round where them crocodiles play! (Can't be none there) I make you say, ow, give it to me (step it up!) Don't be that way I'm tearing ya, cause they tell ya with da music! I been doing this shit, how to train em', how to use em'! I'm a gangsta, better pop up respect Take a piece of lectum Maximum effect ya! But eclectic, ground perfected! It just don't get no colder, bet you if I won't effect it. Y'all niggas couldn't pop a rubberband You fucking with the man! Chorus: [Verse 2] Bitch bout 55, got damn it! Get into it, get off, get down, get cross, get tied! For my Million (son) and my Mychelle (daughter), my mama, and my brother, and my nephew, and myself! The man upstairs, cause I kept it up, for my niggas, and my rounds, back down Bout to step it up (step it up) Put in some cash and some Outkast beats. Hop behind the wheel and come out from the fucking backseat! Michael Tyler! Rhyme and droating driver, miracle rip plyer! The fasthold desire! On fire, reach a flyer, ain't nobody lie! Starting them out of a team, city of Seam, with 100 suckers and a busta! And I'm still clean! Hollering hiya! Right before I chop you in your throat! Another rapper say I'm on my way To get the fucking hat and coat, and hit the motherfucking door! You can't stop me! How then? Just watch me, watch me! Ain't gonna be no calling congress! You can't drop me, you can't block me, who stop me? Its outside You should've known better! Is it cause I flow better? They kept me in the shade But now I'm back motherfuckers, the nigga with the cannon for the two Swinging with the braids! Chorus: |
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| 13. |
| 3:58 |
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Yo hit that bitch up...up...up...coo We bout to get smoked out this bitch here tonight When the last time you heard that shit (turn that shit up) Damn its been a minute nigga (cough cough) Still doin this shit (pass dat shit nigga) Look..look....look for yall niggas that dont know nigga I really be smokin on my smoking songs (well alright) You can smell it??? (fuckin right) Thats that..(cough), thats that real shit you heard me Ohhh shit Hit this shit fool You aint scared huh???? YOU can handle it? [Mystikal] Get ya ? with ya pipe and, cigar, papers, scissors and cut it up Smoke somethin, sell somethin, roll somethin If it aint doeja then put up I'm bout to let yall bitches know somethin I'm the nigga to holla at if you really tryna blow somethin Scope houses ? like they inexpensive Got cushion northern lights white without Tupac and Jimmy Hendrix Just like the incense Me run outta weed, is that senseless For instance.... Imma be around this bitch smokin till i got dentures Three smokin songs you two ? you know the ? I mean its four smoke songs I done got so blowed I forgot to count this one Aint no mystery, yall niggas need to let that bullshit miss me You know the history Been smokin, keep movin boxes of fifty You could live it high, could live it tipsy But both gon get a nig fucked up So tell me whats the difference This that shit...the shit they cant stay woke off of This that shit that ? cant smoke off of [Chorus 4X] (what u is?) I'm just a rap writer, before I get my nerve back Lemmie go get my lemmie go get my lighter [Mystikal] Smoke alllll over this mutha fucka....bitch you aint loaded Cuuuuuu boom boom boom boom at the doe If u gotta problem with me gettin high...suck a dick and die Lemmie go get my, lemmie go get my, lemmie go get my, lemmie go get my LIGHTER (cough cough) Cuuuuuu Yall muthafuckas aint loaded Nigga if yall was muthafukin loaded like me you'd have your muthafuckin lighter up nigga Put ya muthafuckin lighter in the sky nigga Light that bitch up |
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| 4:20 |
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(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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| 4:04 |
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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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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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