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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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Unh....yeah... I got that Boot Camp Clicc in this muthafucka tonight Me |
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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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If it ain't live it ain't me
Oh nigga I'm to deaf to move a step To sly to slip or slide Talk faster than you can ?? Cutting busting busting ???? Inside outside innocent I'm an abomination We don't want know conflictations Ready to hit you with combinations Picking and rubbing your face in combilations occupations Acting hibernation's have you suffering complications Too big to be losing money, too old to be time wasting Many people don't even listen to rap still buy my tapes Only people in the pound getting down holding the drum With DJ Darryl in Hollywood here we come If what you are reflects your actions bitch I'm a man Ahh shut-up I ain't gone here cause I'm a say bitch you had your chance You know what you did was despicable I'm sick of ya they call me Mystikal cause I'm unpredictable Chorus: I say what they thought that I wasn't gone say I did what they thought that I wasn't gone do I knew what they didn't not want me to know I'm unpredictable Can't ?? that I wanted to know Show ?? No one can stop the incredible flow of unpredictable ?? You never can know what could happen From nappy headed as Michael to cold blooded as ever Sometimes little kids be listening to me, I'm trying to stop the cursing Teaching them bad words and they people be getting nervous Calm down, I'm not that type of rapper you'll see Besides I know some of ya turn out they cursing better than me I'm ice cold baby I'm 0 degrees I'm like a lumberjack cutting mc's like trees Chopping 'em down, knocking 'em down, locking 'em down 4 years and 6 months I'm still on top of the mountain Just more popular now ?? with that No Limit sound Already know what you gone say before it come out your mouth We got ya spin more tighter than the formidable son Old styles stealing copycats tried to bite and bit his tongue Can't fight that feeling, irresistible Never know what I'm gone do next cause I'm unpredictable Chorus: If you think that niggaz that roll under the tank are tight than you heard wrong Prime Suspects (who) Mia X (who) Mr Serv-On Oh so you wanna ride in my Mercedes I ain't got no room in the back The whole Gambino Family in there with Kane & Abel and Mac C-Murder, Silkk the Shocker you don't want none Oh hell O'Dell, KL up the funk son I'm confidant ?? don't see ?? got Big Ed I'm bad like Fiend but I be like Tre8 So don't provoke me, if you don't want to get strung on Big Man and Champ, Big Dog, Big Worm might do you some harm All the ready to put a bullet in your belly belly ??Boswell, Gilla Gelly We ain't faking any hits, getting paid They can't fade the track that the tank just made Mystikal, unpredictable Anything else is unacceptable Chorus: |
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| 4:16 |
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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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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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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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| 4:11 |
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(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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| 3:38 |
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look we ain't your shame and here's the turnin' rap through (x2) Mystikal, Mia X, who the fuck you think is fucked (x4) [Mystikal] you better cover your nose, cuz round floors and runs like diarrhea burnt like gonorrhea, thats biggest Mama Mia X, explicit mistress, Unlady Like Diva, you won't know when you see her You stand like you don't know, I gonna run this muthafucka But when them No Limit Soldiers, done this muthafucka There ain't no stoppin' us now, cuz I'm long way from finished Just gettin' started, but the gain `em, I'm in `em Your face is on magazines, hang out music and parties movies and videos, kinda hard to avoid us how many muthafuckas should I come out to shout don't sell out make up all the money, tank up on the clout Mystikal, Mia X, we got the clout baby Mystikal, Mia X (x2) Mystikal, Mia X, who the fuck you think is fucked (x2) [Mia X] Tank Mama, Mama Drama, Biggest Mama, ya'll know Mia My rhymes are the pin and you are the Voodoo dolls Got your ear wholes hex, Miss X, I come to set it off with the unpredictable big ol' crooked like a roach leg, dick nigga, Mystikal And they knows who got the clout, all bets on the nigga and girl with the tanks around their necks we connect like infrared dots that can't bet stopped colossal in this game checked the billboard spots We on top, but channel 9 tonights roster, I can't wait That's why these No Limit Soldiers always break street date fakers hate, yet they smile kissin' ass no doubt But two faces get you punched in both of your mouths Who got the clout? No need to ask us dad It's not a matter of who, it's a matter-of-fact We got th |
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| 2:24 |
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Still Smokin Bud, Still Smokin Weed, King Edward, Philly Blunt, Swisha, keep groovin, Tampa Sweet, good ol Optimo (good old optimo), easy water, joker
My lips get black and my fingertips burn and my eyes half way open *Cough, Cough* and I'm chokin But bitch I'm Still Smokin! I wanna be puffin this like I ain't be worryin bout nothin If you gonna get the cigar Nigga I'll do the stuffin I roll em swoll like broken arms But I sure hate when they come around this bitch I don't know talkin bout What chall smokin on cause Niggas like that we call em Hoovers They try to get cool with ya To smoke your weed up Is what they do ya Puff Puff Puff Puff Godammit! Nigga you ain't chip in no shit here Bitch What's Happenin! But if you did then its good and it goin down Get rid of them nickels and them dimes Bitch we throwin pounds! Tenth thru 11th to the 12th ward bound But P said one of my niggas I heard somebody say One Time! But I paid it no mind and I kept rollin But that was the Po Pos I gotta get rid of this fat ass Optimo that I'm holdin Excellerate and I made that left on line center I hit that bitch one more time Then threw it out the window Young niggas in a big white truck You know whats up They're lookin to catch you fuckin up It just so happened that I was hot They looked in the back on the floor And the silver canon and they found the pot I can't believe that I got popped It took me 2 hours and 1500 dollars To get unlocked Straight from jail to the weed spot Shit I took that as a minor setback Hell no I ain't stop! And I'm Still smokin bud Still smokin weed |
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| 3:23 |
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[mystikal talking] You would if you could So you ain't But you can't [mystikal] I hear Oh shit Mothafucka, God Damn! The minute I step in dis bitch Watch out for dat nigga You cant handle em For a period of time Noone can match those rhymes to mine Prickin your ass like a porcupine Im top of the line I know what to do to knock your stupid ass so bad It aint no challenge! Im Gifted, Explicit mistressed and Explicit This aint no mothafuckin fluke, This pure deep talent! Brand new home, same old nigga I aint playin with you bitches! Like your scared and unprepared Im gonn have ya leave this mothafucka sayin Whatd that mothafucka said? Why you niggaz be rappin Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like elvis and the beetles That gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles Niggaz that got beef wit me Better bring a heater or either bow down to me Cut off you dick, jesus Thats the reason Im fuckin wit niggaz Wasup wit dem niggaz dats talkin shit You better go fuck wit anotha nigga You cant handle this! [chorus] Oh shit, Motha Fucka! God Damn! [x8] Certified rhyme busta [mystikal] Bitch Nigga, Bitch nigga Same nigga, If Im not that nigga went from Gold diggin, ta gold chains but that nigga from punks, still come with the rif raf fightin like a wild coyote I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train! I dont like niggaz tryin ta run up on my shit and set Like capone, hot seller Keep your fuckin deck deader, then a bad woodpecker Catch more attention, then oriental peacocks Im the tarantula on the catipillar, Bitch ill kill ya Phat rhymes, Hot tracks, A full room of rebocks Ive got the gift thatll make a Bitch get off me spent like charles barkley So bitch Dont start me! use to be mobbin in my hood Whos that click? Beware! Here I go! get that boy good Come like, there I was i raise the hacksaw, you jump back When were yall idiots in the cut? Now yall niggaz dont want no trouble, Cant stop us [chorus x8] [mystikal] I know ya'll nigga know better than to fuck wit tha man Nigga dont you know what my style cant be poached Dont ya (dont ya) But thats the same nigga between the fighters and every nigga around, probably got beef wit somebody I aint got it (i aint got it) When underground rules, will be tha day My legs start to shake another nigga couldnt off throw me on skates! Im the supplier Michael Tyler! The drunken fighter The gasoline on your fire, Got em dodge em Yall Niggaz cant do what I do! (man fuck that nigga) Naw Motherfuck you! Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcore Bitch I got it if you bad enuff to take it Its yours! A lyrical ass whoopin Is what im cookin Hungry, Spittin all over your room when you wasnt lookin Aint no canibus, the wrong nigga with ta mess You get tha flatback like rambo Bitch YOu cant handle this! [chorus till fade] [11 times] |
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| 3:42 |
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Chorus: I'm the man right chea If you gone be down with me be all the way down with me or get from round me See what I'm doing but don't like it even though everybody and they mama bout it bout it Our concerts crowded crowded you used to be down but now you doubt it YOU FUCKING WELL RIGHT We real over here we building a No Limit mountain 2 million records and counting, so how the fuck is you sounding Nothing but ?? TRU multi-millionaires round me Sound scared be astounded We sailing ya'll drowning Black owned and clowning Cd's cross the counters Told ya'll I was gone do it, but you didn't want to see it You wouldn't worry bout a nigga until I was leaving Now come here, let me show you the difference between a man and a hoe Chorus: Chestize and brutalizing stop us from dissing If I'm in it I own it with the keys in the ignition I hope your seatbelt is fastened, I'm known for massing harassing Having to snatch your ass off the mic, grab ya and slap ya Come here, sit up, I know you ain't gone do it no more You saying my name you must be looking for me, HERE I GO What ya what ya won't to, what ya gone do We could do it whenever, however you want to Entrepenaur soldiers, guns galore Watch 'em burn bitch burn like a flamethrower Rocking on sharp as a bull's horn, large strong as a phython Hoes they get they fight on soon as I cut my mic on Niggaz getting humble or stumble, fumbling mc's I crumble Come thru like the reefa, so deadly you don't wanna rumble That's right don't panic, Mystikal the mechanic Sank you like a torpedo, gigantic as the Titanic Rhymes I'm humming keep humming, I'm a keep coming Grabbing your woman, but the drummer still drumming Hard hitter, bull shitter, head splitter when bitter Assassinate a rookie killer like Adolf Hitler A mandingo warrior opponents getting crushed I'm too cool to be moved, too fucking much to be touched Gotta bangling and jangling to our shit when they hear this Fight me like a viking bitch I'm tragic like a terrorist Think you don't like me, well I have yet to begin You rather be my enemy cause I'm a deadly friend So stay the fuck from round me, do I make myself clear Less you looking for the man, the man right chea |
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| 4:34 |
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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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| 14. |
| 4:29 |
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The Bitch [x6] The bitch been [Chorus:] O'Dell [Mystikal] (the bitch) The bitch been sleepin' with me The bitch been sleepin with me (the bitch been) [Mystikal] I woke up this morning, dick rock hard this time I had scratches on my back Agghh, lipstick on my draws cause me and the bitch from down the street been creepin' I beat that pussy like a heathin' and she keep my beeper beepin' don't repeat this the whole while we was sneakin' I was cheatin' Shhh, its a secret my lady wanna try to kill me to find out where I was sleepin' I guees the fuck she can't find out come on hoe hurry up and put on your mutherfuckin' clothes she ? me locks, give me knots look bitch we got to dine out put on your draws and your socks she make unannounced frequent stops it wouln't be nothin pleasent if she catch us or find them dirty love letters or them pictures of you in sexy teddies legs and shit gonna be numb she knows its heavy breathin when we finish and you gonna be so ? find your mutherfuckin' earings and fix yo hair Michael, you in there come on lets bounce up out this motherfucka before [Chorus] [Mystikal] I didn't want to get into it get involved but I swear darlin, I done begged that bitch to stop callin' I know you know thats that same broad from them late night phone calls come on don't look at me like that it ain't that way at all if I'de a fucked I could've told ya besides shit we ain't married I ain't got nothin' to hid she said ya ain't gotta lie just for your information I walked down the street on the side when you and that bitch was gettin' outa dodge I said what the hell, F.B.I. I already found out you's a rapper so I should'nt be suprised I guess I had to see it with my own two eyes girl pull that fuckin' skin back and call me circumsized she a spy she said yea you make me laugh but you make me cry she said I would just let you slide but I got my pride and I done put up with shit, them trifflin hoes and I'm tired I said what you tryin' to say you all know why I love you Michael but this is goodbye [Chorus] [Mystikal] a black bachelor with cabbage and being that I'm happily unmarried with no attachments bitches be throwin' pussy at me baby you nasy but put your number in my bepper and I'll pick you up Saturday she said Saturdays bad I'm off Sunday I said Sunday I gotta got to the studio I'll hook up with you Monday she said damn honey Monday I'm a have my Son and Tuesday I got an appointment at the salon to get my hair done baby handle your biz I said shucks it aint no thing I ain't got no chil'ren but Mystikal love the kids I'll get my girlfriend to drop me off over there and thats what she did she said thats cool I'm free Wednesday where you live she said my girlfrien gotta go to the bathroom bad but she pulled up with a fine ass friend I said go on in but I'm go in there with ya show you where yall know damn well the bitch freind been sleepin' with me made that old girl stay down stairs while we went upstairs [Chorus] |
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| 4:56 |
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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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| 4:18 |
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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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| 4:20 |
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In hope to make a big name We grew up with showbusiness on our mind Thats why me and my sister Now I'm a live cause ????? shake that ass! was a stiff competition show off when company came Although my sister was the one with the beautiful voice I still had to go last everybody waiting I'm kinda folling niggas laughing at goofy But lately me and my people aint been having to many family groups I either came in the room ????? then just act stupid Or maybe it just sometimes hurt us we medlin without my baby who be coming trying to reach the big picture You was there through the struggle shark I'm telling you you hurt when you plan to be a star with somebody you love And when it's time to do it they can't be with you I'm feeling guilty to take a stand but better since you been gone It don't matter much to fix the frustration ain't the same when you ain't home baby! I'm gonna miss you forever forget you never But you gonna see the world through my eyes and live what I endeavor So, if you can see me in heaven over the clouds You could be proud of your little brother so look down and smile (chorus) Shine my lady I miss you baby for your my baby our love is crazy Your my sister I'll always miss ya no one can get ya cause god is with ya Shine my lady I miss you baby for your my baby our love is crazy Theres no other its from your brother your son and mother cause we gonna love ya Verse 2 All the sad songs in the world probably couldn't express how much I miss my baby Even the day that I misbehaved I just thank god that I had a big sister ????? between all the years that he gave her I could see the aggrivation in your face and I knew that she was gonna get that ???? Selling your ???? like a witch and you know what that meant??? when my momma said you had to watch me How your time gonna be spent cause I was too hard headed But where you said not to go thats where I went Always flippin, jumpin around like a jackass or I was climbin a fence she had some song to sing to us Bring me my rockin rock robin my double dutch bus Wearing some ???? digust plus I wouldn't tell her I'm sorry for leavin the toilet seat up And not cleanin up the tub and leavin peanut butter and jelly drinkin out the kool-aid jar I pissed you off burned you up When you told me cut that music down I turned it up Causin conflict cause you doubt how we showed or love You was my flesh and blood Now I'm doin it you supposed to be here we was brother and sister and it meant so much We supposed to be writing songs together I'm tellin that girl to show up with old Tina Maria records Never be in vein What you left us with You gon be shining and they gonna know your name To many damn things left unexplained But since you was an angel down here an angel there you shall remain Your my strength your my life Shine! And thats always until my time (chorus) Shine on shine on cause we do miss you Theres no other like you Shine on shine on cause we gonna miss you oh you! ohh yeah ohh oh oh ah yeah Repeat and fade |
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