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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da(MC's) Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da(Yaah) Yaah(say what) (8x) Break my joint cut my tongue off if I aint tight Put a bullet in my head take my life and let me die If I aint fie Cut me up feed me to the roaches let me rot up If I dont rot Let me go to hell burn sizzlin and simmer If I dont deliver Pull my hair out If I sell out Bury me on my stomach without no droors on at all If I dont go off Or either lethal injection or straight electricity Let the garbageman pick me up and then get rid of me if I loose creativity Let me get forced into sexual activity Let me get turned put by fish stank freaks if I dont fall to the upmost of my ability Take my head if I say there aint no feelin Stop sellin my record,give me the money back,nigga if I dont sell at least a million Cut my dick off if I get down Dont get off Crush my spine and cave my chest in If I cum under a nymphovestin If I aint bad for my age,and kick half my size Close my fuckin eyes If you can stop me from saying or keep me from playin Yaah(say what) (15x) Da,Da,Da,Da Snamp my pencil,dislocate my fingers,and jam my thumb I aint gonna write nomore,tear my favorite strip clothes If it dont explode Take my bless,baptized,holy ghost,christian soul If it take left in the year of playin my records and tapes before theyt can say my shit ole Or if it dont,bang,take me out the game,call me out my name, put me out my house, beat me out my chain Let em leave my bomb,and tell em I received my doom When I'm dead,read bitch ass nigga in the ground,written across my tomb Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees dont bloom Put me in a sunny cause my air supply give these niggas breat |
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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
Man, them niggas can't fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man! (Mystikal) I know, I, I, I know I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self I know, I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me I I know y'all niggaz... Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga thirteen motherfucking years through this shit bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz Aw shit, it's on nigga Chorus: I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self When Mystikal hits the door (door closing sound) See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me and they can't but they try to Some niggaz just need to be warned It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own nigga go ring the alarm Matter fact better know what it take for the back of your head to hit that grass Let' s get this straight from the jump I ain't playing with your bitch ass These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets to the hills, to the back of the tracks A-A-ask them hos, did I do that? I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches I'm the man with single and double and triple and four five six time them bitches I'm the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg Much bone and I don't fail a test-a |
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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
Man, them niggas can't fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man! (Mystikal) I know, I, I, I know I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self I know, I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me I I know y'all niggaz... Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga thirteen motherfucking years through this shit bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz Aw shit, it's on nigga Chorus: I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self When Mystikal hits the door (door closing sound) See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me and they can't but they try to Some niggaz just need to be warned It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own nigga go ring the alarm Matter fact better know what it take for the back of your head to hit that grass Let' s get this straight from the jump I ain't playing with your bitch ass These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets to the hills, to the back of the tracks A-A-ask them hos, did I do that? I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches I'm the man with single and double and triple and four five six time them bitches I'm the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg Much bone and I don't fail a test-a |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Yo', this Jay-tweezie
keepin it live off the heezie fo' cheezy with them 504 Boyz you dig, check it This here is to played loud as possible Preferably in residential neighborhoods and night clubs Grab your shorty and let's go *Now won't you wobble wobble Let me see you shake it, shake it Now won't you drop it, drop it Ohh, take it, take it X2 You already know what's happenin' when I step in this bitch And I know you've heard of me, cause I'm right there off of GT and Derbigny You've been 'bout serving it, every since you heard my song I got you bucked up, you want that camouflage love, huh You got me fucked up I just want to see you wobble, like your momma's won that lotto Like your daddy full of that bottle Like your brother when he caught them hollows Like them G.T. bitches, them Saint T. bitches, my No Limit bitches Them boss bitches who 'bout they riches, and it ain't no secret They want that soldier dick that you only get from that soldier clique That Whoa! bitch I told ya' dick, 'welling up We drop it like it's hotter, from the dance floor to the Ramada Giving up them peso's, I thinks nada, look *Repeat (X2) Now when you shake that ass, I get rocked up You got a boyfriend boo (Wodie, my man locked up) Everytime you wobble wobble it gets me horny So I can ride that ass from the night until in the morning I could respect your mind, if you could respect the game Is it cool to fuck, or is this about some change *Repeat I like it when I see 'em at the club, shaking that thang Girl you really got me thinking 'bout taking that thang, come here Now when they wobbly, wobbly, ass bouncing everywhere The way she drop it like that, I can't help but to stare Got a nigga saying "Ohhh girl" Come a little closer, I'm trying to make you out my boo girl Don't move girl, I'm on my way to the floor baby Coming for mine, want to see if you can really shake it Let's bump and grind, girl you did that The way you bounce it and shake it, you know I'm with that I'm trying to get that, cause you got me rock hard (Ohh my God) Got me humpin and humpin it (huh) humpin like a dog, WOOF *Repeat (X2) Back your ass, Whoo, the fuck up I thought I told you, put your meanest face on for me And them steel-toe boots, gonna stomp your ass Want it, hunt it, some old niggas ready to jump your ass I'll be there for you baby, just beep me Start paging soldier, when you want a freak male I like freaking at your man's house, when he leave I toot What would he say if he knew that I was sexing you Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don't break it You want love let's make it, I just can't wait 'til you naked You lick your lips it makes me hard daydreamin' of screamin' and fiendin' You creamin' for sex, that you gonna get this evening Ya' heard me *Repeat (X2) We them 504 Boyz, huh, we them 504 Boyz what X2 |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Our mission is to get money, power, and bitches, ya heard me?
ha ha (hootie hoo) *Where you at whodi? I'm over here whodi I'm in dat 5, dat 0, to da 4, ya heard X4 We drive Excursions with TV's Bubble eye humvees A mouth full of gold teeth and i represent that CP3 Where my niggaz on the block boy Open up shop boy and they'll kill ya for them rocks boy Gimme some money, dollars and I'ma give you 400 back Give it to me in powder and imma change it into crack I'm tryna change my life but im tired of bein broke Thats why I post up with my niggaz and we hustle by the store *Repeat (X2) (Where you at whodi?) I'm over here Shaggy Smokin my do-do in the mo-mo in the black navi Bitches will love to have me, because I'm livin lavish I'll take some pussy but head is what really makes me happy I'm downtown in the 9th ward, Saint Claude Friday night when the boulevard is full of beacoup broads I'm on the scene full of Henny New Orleans love me so I ain't gotta spend a fuckin penny I let em know that I'm a 504 boy from across the Canal... ...And I'm from the 12th, I roll by myself and if you can't tell, I'm bad for your health Bitch im the man, keep up if you can Yall niggaz cant stand it When i come with them uptown niggaz from the 504 with a gun in both hands I'm the tracks, I'm the wheel on the tanks I live on the bill in the banks I come in and do my thang Where the motherfucka that think I'm playin? *Repeat (X2) Life in the bricks, believe me niggaz we live it If they ain't made it yet then bitch they gotta build it Money to the ceiling, I used to sell rocks on blocks Fuckin round wit Master P, nigga got NY socks Whodi I'm hot, enough cash to buy yall blocks Trucks...hold, I got NYPD locked I'm a killa nigga, raw dog guerrilla nigga Try to download the spot cuz willow was hot nigga When I come through I come through wild Come through foul, come through loud Run through the crowd, run 2000 Come through this kickin like its kung-fu style From the front to the rear whodi, it's No Limit year whodi (Yo Silkk where you at?) I'm in this No Limit gear whodi *Repeat (X2) Where I'm at? I'm over here, in the project on the block Im C-Murder, I'm bout dat drama nigga Fuck you and your mamma Incarcerate me if you could But you gotta find me in the hood Im foreva gettin blunted Nigga, No Limit niggaz keep comin Never runnin from them bitches Dumpin fools up in ditches And snitches, I give em motherfuckin stitches Dat 504, tha Calliope, we rattle street and rust ya blade Duck nigga, watch yo head, it could be ya early grave Check your rearview, lock them doors Beat your hoes and cock ya shit Count your money by the bit and get TRU niggaz in your clique nigga N-O, L-I, M-I to the T It's just a bunch of crazy motherfuckers just like me *Repeat (X4) |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
A tell me what's your name? [Mystikal] MC Mystikal [Fiend] What's your alias? [Mystikal] I'm the prince of the South [Fiend] What's your thing? [Mystikal] I ain't playing with your bitch ass [Fiend] So boy what'd you say? [Mystikal] Here I go here I go Bitch I'll backslap or backstab after that kidnap a whack rap [Mystikal] Bring it louder if you coming to rap Your arms to short your legs to small I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog Break it in two and TRU so do By myself I can take you and you and you and you Straight forward like Kerri Kittles Nigga's head bob very little Gooder than a whole hand full of skittles Evil with feedback when I turn on the mic I'm the spritz that has to "Chsssss" when you open your Sprite No fight no war no brawl y'all ain't ready When they see me their eyes get big arms get sweaty [Mystikal] Enough to go around you know exactly how it go down In house uptown big boys throw down Out of control ballers from Bagwood back to New Orleans If it'll make ya feel good that's what you can call it [Mystikal] What's your name!? [Mac] Mac the Don, motherfucker [Mystikal] What's your alias? [Mac] Shell Shocked nigga [Mystikal] What's your thing? [Mac] Murder murder murder murder [Mac] Wooooaaaaah [Mystikal] Nigga what'd you say? [Mac] Who rocks it? I play the plug you play the socket Y'all got your pieces nicked lets cock it Y'all niggas fail so now y'all trying to jock it Now how I get your open knock and lock it My formula's trill (watch it watch it) These fake ass niggas are blocking With niggas with them ill times are rocking He lifts and cocked it Suckers are toxic I'm all about what's falling in my pocket I'll be the one they wanna share that cock with Your just that nigga that they wanna shock with You never hit it told your niggaz you did it You probably ate it Laid back and masturbated Take them fake wood strips off the side of you ride Cause real niggas keep their war on the inside that's money with pride Shell shock niggas We on the block niggas Fiend cocked in 98 We bought more figures and triggers We be murder murder too So have my money or have my shit And oh tell your little sister to stay up off my dick! [Mystikal] What's your name!? [Fiend] Capitol F-I-E-N-D [Mystikal] What's your alias? [Fiend] I'm Mr. Get it on Jones [Mystikal] What's your thing? [Fiend] I'm the one that call the Shotti [Mystikal] What'd you say? [Fiend] Whomp Whomp! Whomp whomp whomp! [Fiend] I'm the decided private miscontorting to fire on me Bringing you extra clips and jeans favorite style's sareen Mr. Get it on Jones I noticed I didn't drop the phone If it's on then it's on Mister stay loaded up the zone I stay rolling on some chrome Mr. Bad ass nigga ?????????????????? My verbal class can kill ya I'm a mad man killer Warning no hommie can turn ya to thugs and drug dealers So what the fuck up nigga Expect me to be discrete Ya have ????? can't beat a handicapped Well you bitches beneath me like athletes feet as for me I mastered the art of MC It was all before BC Wanna see me? cutting on over to quicker death Close your eyes and hold your breath Bet you niggas are set for ghettos soon to be junk That whore pushing that store Got lyrical ???? up I'm Mr. War war [Mystikal] What's your name? [Silkk] Silkk the Shocker! [Silkk] Mister! [Mystikal] What's your alias? [Silkk] I'm a made man nigga! [Mystikal] What's your thing? [Mystikal] Nigga what'd you say? [Silkk] AAAAAAHHHHHH! [Silkk] (Mister!) Mister hang with real thugs Mister's real blood Mister shoot real slugs Mister don't shoot blanks I never feel shit except from the ghetto And I don't feel love Nigga I'm out there pissed without this nook I see a club Mister hit your block Mister hit your spot Nigga what? Mister you better duck the fuck down or Mister's getting shot Come and get me Come on come with me I'm gonna find you some hurting I drop flies that hurt the same time I hit the horn street man tries to hurt me Let me negotiate my contract on the beach he got me some ends Look turned 19 look nigga I got me a Benz You know me see that nigga gonna flock with the rocks in his hands He ain't worth a cop just to block his rocks and then ran I check my flow last year only got better So cold now if it's hot I can still rock leather Mister ain't NO L-I-M-I- to the T (That's Mac that's Fiend, Mystikal your Silkk the Shocker) Yeah that's me! [Silkk] What's your name? [Mystikal] MC Mystikal [Silkk] What's your alias? [Mystikal] I'm the prince of the South [Silkk] What's your thing? [Mystikal] I ain't playing with your bitch ass [Silkk] What'd you say? [Mystikal] The mans right here
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
Mystikal: Ugh camera rolling
Shouldn't a did that Me and Busta Rhymes Busta Rhymes:Busta Rhymes and Mystikal Nigga Ha ha ha ha hahahaha in a perminent sleep Aint many of these niggas coming harder than me Flip Mode, No Limit, who you thought it would be? Chorus: Mystikal/Busta Rhymes(Busta Rhymes mimics Mystikal) Wacha This for my live bitches Busta Rhymes: Contact we will bomb that All I know is Beet it like Micheal and fuck up you cycle Blast you with my grandfather's rifle I'm great to stifle Bitch Create a crises your paying the prises With the de was never richeous I think i might just, hit you now? You know u can fold here, niggas know it aint all there Prepare for warfare, niggas is everywhere Fuck with my niggas we are double there Flip Mode nigga you'll find trouble here Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning Hoping and learning You yerning to take hold of a niggas burning Reps for every grain of salt from every street corner The ones you wanted from Brooklyn to the south of the border No Limit and Flip Mode in this bitch While Mystikal and Busta Rhymes be straight busting your shit Chorus 2 Mystikal: I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquit Take the wall out, fall out I'm not playing with these dumb bitches What you doing if your riches don't fit ya? Ball playing and swinging on a track We some big old niggas Not some dead old niggas Bitch you trying to do something I'm gonna get on with ya I'm scratchy! You can't match I'm known for getting nasty With my ciggerette ass Once I get this fucker started you can't stop Oww you done fucked up now Mystikal and Busta Rhymes like Dolomite and Red Fox They frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox Chorus 3 |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
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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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
Intro: (Master P)
Yeah nigga, don't let this rap shit fool ya I just like to play the backfield... but ya know what We even mo' dangerous wit' money... We like the Taliban nigga The New No Limit is an army and we gonna ride til' we die [Chorus x2]: Krazy Y'all niggas wanna hate on me (on me) My soldiers time to die for me (for me) Hold ya guns to the sky (sky) The New No Limit we gon' ride (ride) [Verse 1]: Choppa I'm like a fiend when he's cracked out beggin' for mercy On my knees, baby Jesus, please don't hurt me All the lies I done took in this world of mine Snortin' coke, feelin' like I'm walkin' through time Open my casket at my funeral, I see my face I'm like Richard Prior, wonderin' why, I had to be based It's all a dream but I still, I can feel the bullets Lookin' at this young nigga that had the nuts to pull it No remorse, for me, I can feel a head wound The room is cold, in there, I can see my tomb I see my son and my daughter and they cryin' with tears Heaven or Hell, a real nigga don't show no fear [Chorus x2] [Verse 2]: Master P To my niggas in the pent. I feel your pain And to my niggas in the street we still strapped and chained Middle fingers up to New Orleans I hope C and Mac get a motherfuckin' pardon I'm on the block thuggin' with my niggas gettin' paper I don't give a fuck about you hoes or you haters CP3 is what a nigga fuckin' rep G Double X-L y'all hoes don't wanna test me Cuz I ride wit' my niggas, I roll wit' killas I'm a thug 'til I die, smoke weed, make scrillas (UGGH!!) It's The New No Limit we gon' scream it Nigga don't say it if you don't fuckin' mean it Cuz I'm a thug, my daddy he's a thug My son gon' be a thug, and I'ma die a thug [Chorus x2] |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Ok P, I think they done fucked up now, right?
We have to bring the headbusters down From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me? *These bitch niggas can't fuck wit' us We bust I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched. Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep I'm from that 405 backwards WhereI fell in these tractors Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors. I'm from the Terrordome Where niggas sport hair and bone And there's one major label in this city, and each is own. No love for hoes Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed Set you up And get cut And act like they don't know fuck I'm from that dirty Where niggas will kill behind that birdie We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me. War and collide Fuck wit' us and fo' sho die HIt yo' block from both sides GC's sick and tired These niggas don't play Thinkin' it's a fuckin' game Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your fuckin' brain. Better ask them niggas do they really want war They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg Shit's real Get your cap peeled Feel your blood spill Keep this snub, no steel Cuz these thugs will kill It's war wit' this six slugs Known to sell drugs Down south, thugged out, never gave a fuck Everybody in this muthafucka down to bust 504, nothin' but murderas among us Ghetto Commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers. TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers. 504, the Westbanks comin' real 504, them other niggas know the deal *Repeat (x2) Nigga can't be fucked wit', dawg, nigga, no way. We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate. While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day. If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight. War, we about that nigga Fuck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga Cuz we about the figgas Still about the triggas To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up. No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up. Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup 19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck. Thugged out NIgga, I love this clout Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that. They'll put it there, where your chest at Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that. *Repeat (x2) Now Fuck it Murder your muthafuckin' ass nigga Ghetto Commission nigga And that nigga Silkk Haha, and Krazy I'm just thuggin' It's all love, babe This No Limit shit deep nigga You niggas can't swim Don't get in the muthafuckin' water Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch We don't give a fuck It's ain't no love Nothin' but thugs DRAMA! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents My #1 Priority (2010)
<i>[Master P]</i>
Every soldier got a story to tell <i>[Fiend]</i> I done been through it all Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh) Put a tank on my block Fiend gone get the scene hot Greens and rocks Burnin' flesh Have you ever smelled nigga? Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas Straight goin' to hell But livin' the dirty, dirty Havin' yah mama worry That (?) Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at But when I backtracked, (?) Blast back Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that But fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' wars Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns <i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i> Check my war wounds (uggggh) My war wounds (ugggh) Every soldier got a story to tell <i>[Master P]</i> My adversarys get popped Got me runnin' from cops The ghetto life be a dime Got me carryin' two glocks My enemies is bad Chop limes of grass Drive-bys and rags And representin' red and blue flags See I got fools from the ghetto Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals My evidence is satus with hoes Bloody Polos Pullin' in car do's And cut up Jabos <i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i> <i>[Silkk the Shocker]</i> I'm down tah blast for my homies And cash for my homies Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die If the hood call me That's why I be hustin' every day Could you imagine me with no stash? Like a bank with no cash Tryna' drive a car with no gas And fuck one day with no tag? Shotgun with no class Window with no glass Or all you girls with no ass See I'm a risky rider Caliope crawler A Down South Hustla Plus a head buster from New Orleans See I gotta be a paid nigga A made nigga Be the nigga to bust yo' shit And the nigga tah be the grave digga See my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done did But the move of other niggas that bout it Feel the shit I do just tah live See I been scared, popped at, and shot at But I live an eye for eye So the enemies I ain't forgot that <i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i> <i>[Mystikal]</i> It's real, shit's real check my war wounds This here real life, ain't no fuckin' cartoons I'm the Saudi Arabian death killin' veteran on the tube Either me or you right here Come back and hang out in my room I done shot my rifle, trained to kill Got blood on my fatiques Once you in ain't no turnin' back Lay yo' ass over seas Might as well handle your business There's no overcome to this shit Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga Don't cry like no bitch You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga And fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga Tell my mama not to worry bout me why I'm gone If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest Tell them muthafuckas that I did my best Middle finga pointin' sayin' fuck Iraq If you don't believe me check my combat pack <i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i> <i>[Snoop Dogg]</i> I got a muthafuckin' story to tell Nigga, nigga what? A muthafuckin' story to tell (What?) Fool, I got a muthafuckin' story tah tell And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well I shank niggas, bank niggas Do mo' fo' show Seven cluckas, fake dough Stayin' way cut throat I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms Up all night gettin' in gun fights I strike my head on the wall Seven Eight ward Eastside, rollin' dubs Call me big Snoop Dogg Follow me, and you'll see how Gs move It's written on my face I takes my war wounds Been around drama since me and my mama Use to listen to oldies That's why I'm so old G Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside When ya'll was learnin how tah sing I was learnin' how tah bang and ride Fo' sho' bro, I told yah Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja What a story tah tell.. |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Did you call a taxi
Yea Where you going my brother Uptown. Ya heard me Calliope 36-49 go cross the Bra Bridge and make a left *I'll be hangin uptown (hangin) With my niggas Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea x2 Uptown baby, don't clown baby It's going down baby, I'm with my rounds baby Uptown CP3, nigga my block stay hot You rally dirty war, nigga I got it on lock From the Mac to the Meph to the Calliope Nigga in the bricks at night fool anything goes Rose Tavern is the spot were I stash the glock Hoody Hoo, Run forest here comes the cops Nigga second line badge where my peeps get killed R.I.P. T' shirts nigga to remember the real Sam Skulley got killed and Big Glen got Life My lil cousin Jimmy did 8 but now he's trying to change his life *Repeat (x2) Now let me take you to the land of the choppers pussy poppers and body droppers crooked cops and quarter shops when the cop shopper you get your hands on a a bird don't say a word there is a million coke spots with no coke to serve when you see them nigga swerve in the Lexus and you can't get no buss pass to get your ski mask, and get a click but make sure it niggas you been fucking with get a bitch bout that murder, murder and sucking dick on the slick doe, cause they pulling akickdoes and I think it was them nigga out that Thomas cause they had them black macs and bombers but you didn't hear that me, I can't talk, I can't see look matter fact when it happen, I was overseas with P and that how a nigga be, I be on GT with wears and boots when them fucking people spin in, my niggas holla "OOP OOP" and if a nigga find ya, we second line behind ya blow some ganja in your memories sportin Tee's to remind ya we still *Repeat (x2) Now if you looking for me playa when I'm down in the city you wanna get with me then hit me or come in that Calliope and get me for real ask Whine and Eyes I be down in the cut me, Boo Gee and Tee Dee we be tearing shit up feel my rounds, uptown them tuff guys on the block just like Slim and Marcello they got that Nolia on lock and that Rose Tavern I'm chillling right in front of Randall pictures they hit cha but ask Victor where gonna always be with cha I'll let Lil Cory tell a story while he down in the 5th I hit the spliff, pass the twirk and yell CP3 We make a move and bounce the House of Blues full of Tequila, we left the dagger shop them po po's sweating the block and now it's back to the Calliope (it's back to the Calliope) the driveway of the middle of 3rd Ward code I represent it lil daddy cause it's a Calliope thing and uptown is the place where I chill and hang *Repeat (x2) |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
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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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
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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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
[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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from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents My #1 Priority (2010)
We been holding back to motherfucking long
Nigga fuck the dumb shit It's time to represent nigga It's time to represent nigga It's time to let you niggas now man I'm the conscious in the toolbox that's coming for the carpenter I'm the mirror and the comb clipping the scissors that come from the Barber the godfather I'm one of the brand new number 2 pencils out the pencil sharpener I'm the scarlet water out the delta faucet I'm the rhyming I'm the artist I'm vomit in the toilet I'm the comet when it charges I'm the drama in New Orleans I'm the vegetables that grow in the garden All the weeds, dope,and coke at the parties I'm the M.I.C.H.A.E.L Tyler I'm the loud blackka, blackka, wakka, wakka coming rom behind yah I'm the stitches of the shirt that make the polo man trill inside the Timberland I'm the bells on trigger man Who? me that's who I'm the voice in the microphone coming from the booth I'm the ground when you think I'm the file on the shank I'm the pile in the bank I'm the round off the tank I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm sneaking buckle up nigga Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm tripping buckle up nigga I'm in a club in New Orleans Just got finished eating a patch of chicken wings and some collard Greens I'm down south in the house straight turning it out Got bitches in my face and I can slap they mouth With all the shit that they be tweaking Nigga be speaking Game leaking, but I'm streaking Snoop Dogg ain't leaking My game tough and tight See ain't nothing like This G-shit nigga LBC shit nigga I'm feeling I'ma fall of in this club tonight Where my old lady at, I'm trying to find a fight In this motherfucker mad drunk, stupid and shit Ready to take off on this moteherfuckin' trick ass bitch Old pussy ass nigga olooking at ne strange Like he don't know what gang I claim I'ma doggpound gangsta till I fall off the planet God damnit, don't take it for granted bitch I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm sneaking buckle up nigga Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm trippin buckle up nigga I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm sneaking buckle up nigga Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm trippin buckle up nigga Bitch get your mind right mind right, get your mind right [Repeat: x6] Boot up, or shut up Pussy ass nigga Put your set up,or shut up Bitch ass nigga Put your set up,or shut up Bitch ass nigga Put your set up,or shut up Bitch ass nigga Where they at ho [Repeat: x6] |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
Tight Whips
(Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips everyday Hustling to make the paper but thats ok (504) They say that choppa's actin funny He aint hollar in a day He gots his top down On his new Z-28 (Hollar atcha boy) but the 8 of us aint But they like my rims (sprewell) But when i stop they keep running away Im doin 80 in the ***lightning*** Duece tre's on shine Dem cops done pulled me over but my rims done blinded 'em. Plus i got 4 models in the back of my truck 18 inch bazookas bumpin my stuff Wakin the block (Master P) Call me ghetto Bill cause my seats they be gucci And when i roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash bad Futuristic Kidded up like im batman Represent the pro-jects, T.V. when i roll that Gambling for a car note hope i dont blow that Whoooooo (Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok (504) We Roll the big body bens, and the navigator In the hood servin drinks like im a resturant waiter Blue lights on that jag cause i love the shine Keep me by my shortys house cause we off the vibe I aint payed the car note in about 3 months Id rather spend my paper on henny and blunts Even when the truck stop them things keep constatly spinnin Ima 504 Boy so im constalty winnin (Youngstar) Roll around on tight whips catch me on the night shift Im just a youngsta I rolls without a liscence My dawgs is trifiling homie you can bite wind First one in the hood and the block wit the ice rims My seats be piped out T.V's wit the lights sound Had this blinking when i passed tried not to wipe out Dash wit the wood grain Still in the hood maan Catch me on lean, car clean, we doin big things (Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok (504) The way we do it she still wit her man but she gonna turn around Bently a bucket what chick in her right mind gonna turn it down Its like no limit city we obey no laws This parkin lot pimpin cars changin colors these boys go hard (Master P) We leave the tags on the window bought it cause its worth about a 100 V-12 remote control Chee-Chee engine runnin P.Miller Throwbacks wit the convertable shift Candy paint starburst wit the iced out chip Yokohama tires whoodie but i only got 3 No limit boys we thuggin out we get a hot one next week (Lil Romeo) Im rich charlie my dad and im rollin on drops Pull the screamers to the curb i think i saw the cops They call me richy rich I got my name in the seats X-box in the front and in the back DVD got T.V's and a headrest for them big wide screens Got the navigation system wit a phone inbetween Rollin a coupe wit the top down when i go outdoors We ride on whole days around here got 24's (Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok (Magic) Shodey-loony-loony-loony lomp-bomp-be-da High on life just want to drive fancy cars They keep on lookin boy to see who we are The new No Limit Ghetto su-superstar (504) I got that flip flop paint on My ram air thang on The nose on my hood just like my ride stay pissed off I roll through your hood they ask me do my car lift off Like if it was made out of spaces, my 20's go criss-cross T-BO Gold grill glisens these chicks call me Mr. Cleana fire cracker Big ballin is the thing you never seen Im sippin lean public playin on 6 T.V screens Interer green 24's but they know it aint no thang Haa (Master P) We ghetto fab. Let the bling bling show Driveway like a dealership dont walk no more We willin out all day all night Cause this is my life, my life, my life (Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Hoody-Hoo
where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at, where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Overe Here Whodi) where they at, where they at where the thug girls at out that 504 where the thug girls at out that 310 where the thug girls at out that 202 where the thug girls at claiming red and blue. I heard you jockin' Master P cause he got a mercedes A bubble eye hummer but the feds can't fade me you just wanna ride girls jump inside cause I'm a 3rd ward nigga til the day that I die I only fuck with thug girls when I'm on tha block and i don't mess with no hoes that say they hot All my fighting girls grab da gat grab da gat and all ya stuntin ass bitches step back (ya heard me) *where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at x4 They wish they knew I want a girl like you Well, girl gotta be from the hood, but you gotta know what to do Like beta hold the bricks, beta hold the clips but when night time comes u gotta better hold da sh.... Now from the streets give me the heat you gotta know what to do wit it, Taz hit ya you be like I don't know who did it Take the gunz off you guys never be like you did it Real chick only let you hit it Respectin by my clique stayin by her man In public business unload get wild and thangs She's real thats why i took her money and ice her up If a chick gets outta line respectin me she gonna slice her up If I give her some money she gonna know how to flip that and if I gotta go somewhere she gonna hold it down til I get back so Hoody Hoo if you about doin somethin and hoody hoo if you about doin no stuntin *Repeat (x4) It's about a fight tho we can fuck Baby waste no time What you like in your drink girl lemon or lime The way you shake on the dance floor got me hot Lets Drive around the lake til we find the spot I aint suprised that you gotta man baby its cool Gimme one night with ya girl I bet you'll leave that fool He probably thank you went to work when you came to the club you aint lookin for afection you need a thug I'll be straight up with you baby dont be his lady A nigga like big lips cause I love some head and if your girl wanna join I'm down with that she can lick a niggas nuts while i hit ya from the back *Repeat (x4) There they go in that 212 There they go in that 402 There they go in that 305 There they go in that 415 There they go in that 219 There they go ,there they go, there they go, There they go ,there they go, there they go, Yo, Krazy Silkk Nigga, Grab a few of these thug girls Let's go have one of those Gangsta Parties, ya heard me? No Limit style we gonna ball til we fall Soulja rest in all nigga |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
Whatcha gone do, Whatcha gone do nigga huh? (GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER) [7X's] There He Go, There He Go, There He Go [Mystikal] get the fuck from round me. If you gone be down be down stay down Nigga let me know if you got some type of fuckin' problem we can solve it, wash it up and dissolve it Up the pistol lay it down on the carpet. I aint come here for no fuckery don't fuck with me Niggaz sly be ducking like PAC cause I'm a hoodlum like Skull Duggery Don't worry bout the pain bitch cause you gone die sudden You cant get enough of me They be playin TAPS for yo ass at reveille You aint gone need no "do not disturb" cause you gone sleep heavenly. Plottin revenge on one of these bitch ass nigga out chea. I'm reminess bout my baby, then I wipe my tear. I can't keep still cause my nerves are bad. I done lost it; I done surpassed mad I know I can't rest till I CATCH THAT BITCH!!! I punch the brick wall with my balled up fist (GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER) [8x's] There He Go, There He Go, There He Go [Mystikal] There He Go, There He Go Wit his ol' lady deck out hands down back turned like its all gravy. Why nigga now BYE BYE nigga took a long And yall gon have to forgive me. but i got that nigga fine. This Nigga here can cancel New Years Nigga get yah issue. cause he aint even much gone live to see Christmas. Wrong! Wrong!! I was batin up his kidney with this motherfuckin 50. A job well done make dick get hard. I bagged that bitch with the pistol then I walked the fuck off. Huh. What goes around comes around my nigga. So why I'm still here I'mma hold down my nigga. This for the Gangstas and Killas, Drug Dealers and Wig Splitters. This for my niggas Locked down and all the niggas that feel us. This for the Projects and Ghettos with the scatter sight. And every street nigga thats duckin' them flash lights. There He Go, There He Go, There He Go (GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER) [8x's] [Guilotine] Father Foolishness I'm still here what about yo self? Hum yah ahh this Guilotine bitch. You still runnin' nigga. Cause we lookin for yah. Bitch you must believe that a nigga lookin' for yah. So keep Runnin, cause we still comin' as long as you runnin' Father foolishness. We gone make money so fuck everything you stand for nigga.
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Who dat nigga?
What? Nigga you know me? (yeah nigga uptown) Mac *Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz? you better watch them boyz x2 See that nigga with the slugs he got the gat See that nigga in the black he got the sack See don't fuck with them niggas when they on they shit And don't fuck with them niggas in the No-Limit clique (ya heard) See calio boys they don't give a fuck But them 504 boyz they'll bust you up When they doin' bad they'll rob your ass Run from the taz then hustle and grab The one thing my niggas, they don't stunt But they'll fuck your bitch then smoke your blunts (ya heard) *Repeat (x3) Man look who them niggas with their rag on and the gold teeth? I know them boys know me I know them boys heard of me Probally wanna murder me Probally got some niggas outside smokin' out my ride But I hope they got they bullett proof vest on Cause I be shootin' like a fiend shootin' hairon(heroin) Oh where you from dog (where you from) oh is that right Now get the fuck before I show you what this mack like You niggas must be made of tabloid Cause y'all just stumbled in the wrong hood trying to get your rap on Tell the D.J. cut the lights on So we can take it outside and get our motherfucking fight on *Repeat (x2) They got me running through this dirty maze I feel a trap Foot prints all through this dirty grave with a United scrap Coming 9 milometer with two heaters stuck in my britches You niggas keep on chasin I'm taking some of you with me I don't wanna hurt nobody, tell me if it's the end God forgive my sins cause I gots to make it in Tried it playing with the good but my hood is raw Head busters and wig spliters, it's all them so Aint got time for the game no more hoes always in us It's all about the fame now hoe, got you niggas jelous All the old killers I ran with, let me show y'all the difference Gotta watch them on the streets like I watch them other prisoners *Repeat (x2) |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
[Mia X] [Mystikal] You sho' you ready? (Fuckin right.. nigga what?!) MC.. (Whoa) This is your motherfuckin time nigga, you ready? (Huh bro?) Fuck that mask we don't need no mask they know who we is anyway! What we gon' do, is go in here, handle our business Take everything and break out You feelin me? [gun cocks] [Mia X] Well let's let them niggaz have it We got the clout in this bitch so don't be fuckin around This is a stick, up, MC's lay it down Got the rap game locked, spittin what they feelin Makin all the money, got em say we rackateering Y'all fearing No Limit, black owned and operated Uncle Tom's and Lil' Sambo's get annihilated Y'all ain't tolerated, cause only soldiers ride with T-R-U On the Tank full of lyricists, hustlers, and gorillas Killers, and we do what we gotta do to make it happen All action, all cappin, fuck yappin Mappin, out the industry, gon' blow this joint and take the royalties, the publishin and all the points right with us It's the Black Prince and the Biggest Mama Shootin sparks from the top of the Billboard charts Watch out now, don't nobody move, cause you gon' lose Then we takin everything, cause we brought the right tools [ Chorus: Fiend [repeat 2X]] Give it up, give it up, or get fucked up It's gon' happen point blank range, so don't even duck We lust to bust, turnin bitches to dust Black Prince in this bitch with the Biggest Mom of em all Always your ass if you don't give it up [Mystikal] Out of sight, when we unite, like killers and George Slowly, unlock the safe on the wall Stop disrespectin the pistol I'm pointin at y'all Cut up that fuckin remake, and give me that sample Buck buck! Get down, get on your face or get handled Bitch keep still 'fore I make an example Bag the loot then, cover the camera Give me the fuckin recoup, you 'sposed to be payin me! Snatch a fuckin hostage then run out with the manager Fuck it, gotta have my paper, fortune and fame Lay it down so the bitches won't forget my name! [GUN FIRES] Listen close motherfucker If you don't meet my demands, this nigga gon' suffer This ain't no fucking game, and ain't none of this funny If you want this nigga to live, then gimme your company! [ Chorus ] |
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from Mystikal - Tarantula (2003)
The Return
This one here (The Return), this for my dirty disco dancin', low-down, no good mutha fuckas (the braided-up pimp is back) The return of the shit-talker The lyrical explicit content The original mutha fucker I rip the surf, I hit the worst like brass knuckles (damn) Give em crushes, bust ass and smash records I live it how I talk it I bring it how I feel it This my spot 'cause I done marked it I show the teeth between waitin' and eatin' Bitch, I stay aggressive like it's matin' season I'm hot, you gotta put me where I belong On top, I'm guaranteed to fuck up everything I get on You lovin' everything I put out I keep it real do what you lin-ike in the riz-ep in the sin-outh! Hoes say, "Ooh, he a donkey!" And baby you gon' find out when I hit you with that Raunchy Don't let me put you in that V-90 You want this kinda fuckin', bitch it's just fine [Hook] It's my turn! SHIT! It's my time Watch out there now You fuckin' with my groove (it's the return) The braided up pimp is back It's safe to say I'm old school (way back) I went from 4-track to the A-DAT And from A-DAT to the Pro-Tools Dreamin' of layin' that hot shit Now what would make you think that I ain't the man Playin' hit, bit, don't quit, 'cause you know you not it Ain't my family, tell ya, I can't complain Tighter or hype they can't half bang Even appeal to older people, they say, "Oh, yeah, he bad!" I still be jammin' off the last one I said, "Where you get that, Pops?" He said, "I stole it from my grandson" Now you know me when I step through They say, "Son, I got yo record. Ain't you James Brown's nephew" (heeey!) I keep 'em movin', leave 'em thinkin' I'm wrestled and respected like Aretha Franklin (all I'm askin') All nigga, part-time lover (BANG!) It's my turn, watch out there mutha fucker [Hook] 'Cause then when that I rock the beat, now I can need influence I'm fire, fire, off the hook, Michael Tyler, how you doin' Take that out and leave me on Kerry, Ves, Stevie, Jack, Beezy Boy, DJ Ron So, when they ask you, you can tell it Already signed Shonnie and Maxminelli They fuckin' with the Belly Boys fo sho The Guillotine, O.G. Bone, and the rest of them Oh, yeah, King Yella, that's my nizzle Oh, that's my brother Reesy and my brother be |
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from The New Guy (뉴 가이) by Ralph Sall [ost] (2002) | |||||
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
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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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
Uh oh, whutcha want whutcha gon do nigga
It's the man right Chea I know yall nigga ain't fuckin wit me, you lookin for me If you gonna be down with me Be all the way down with me, or get from around me You see what I'm doin but don't like it even though everybody and their moms is bout it bout it Our concerts crowded, crowding used to be down but now you doubt it You fuckin playa hatin cowards! We real over here We buildin the No Limit mountain 2 million records and countin So how the fuck is you soundin Nothin but legends, two multimillionaires rhymin Soundscan be astounded We sellin, y'all drownin Black owned and clownin CDs across the counter Told yall I was gonna do it But you didn't wanna see Wasn't worried about a nigga Till I was leavin Come here, let me show you the difference between a man and a ho It's the man right chea, oh you lookin for me Here I Go! Whutchu want do nigga It's the man right chea Chastise and brutalizing, stop 'em from dissin If I'm in it I own it, put the keys in ignition I hope your seatbelts get fastened I'm known for massive harassing Havin to snatch your ass off the mic Grab ya and slap ya Psh come here, psh shut up I know you ain't gonna do it no more You sayin my name you must be lookin for me Here I Go! Whutchu whutchu want do Whutchu gonna do You see what I'm doin but don't like it Entrepreneur soldier guns galore Watch em burn bitch burn like a flame thrower Rock it all sharp as a bull's horn Long, strong as a python, whores they get they fight on Soon as I cut my mic on Niggas getting humped or stumped Fumbling mcs I crumble Come through like the reaper So deadly you don't wanna rumble That's right don't panic, Mystikal the mechanic Sank you like a torpedo gigantic as the Titanic Rhymes I'm hummin keep hummin I'ma keep comin Grabbin ya woman But the drummer still drummin Hard hitter, bullshitter, head splitter when bitter Assassinate a rookie killa Like Adolph Hitler A mandingo WARRIOR Opponents get crushed I'm too cruel to be moved Too fuckin much to be touched Got em danglin and janglin To that shit when they hear this Fight me like a Viking, bitch I'm tragic like a terrorist You think you don't like it but I have yet to begin You'd rather be my enemy cause I'ma deadly friend So stay the fuck from around me do I make myself clear Unless you lookin for the man Cause the man right chea |
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from Blade (블레이드) by Mark Isham [ost] (1998)
Come here.
I got sumthin to tell you. I don't know how to explain it... but, I'm different. You crazy? Naw, I ain't. I'm just saying. I'm, I'm not like you. I'm not like others. It's like I've been here before. (Verse One) 504's the dope name, I don't play MY RHYME GON BANG! Make the 8 for the pape, light the flame Ignite like propane No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade!) No guards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thang I'm giving you bitches sumthin vicious Got em falling to pieces like porcelain dishes I'M DIRTY! I get all the way down to the ground, BITCH, WHAT!? Memorize this by the pitch, by the book... I DON'T GIVE A F**K! I was blamed to BLOW! Ground rebucked! Stay here... LAY DOWN AND GET F**KED! Nigga, you underneath me, out my entries Out my entries, I can count a hundred thousand pennies every century Look at that, look at that, look at that, GET BACK! I get very scary like the Gatlin... BITCH, WHAT'S HAPPENING!? I rip tracks and pop tapes I'm so popular, they just gosta rock what I spray It's time I gotta watch what I say! I get surprised when sumthin from round the crocodiles play Oh, won't be nothin'! I make em say, "Aw, give it to me, don't be that way!" I'm telling ya, I'm cutting into ya w/ the music I been doing this shit, I'm highly trained on how to use it The objective supply the proper perspective Tacky or selective, maximum effective Narcoleptic, brine neglected It just don't get no cooler, if I don't perfect it Y'all niggaz couldn't pop a rubber band on my brain Chopping and slicing with the edge of the blade! (Chorus: KLC) The Blade! (24X) (Wesley Snipes) There are worse things out tonight than vampires. (N'Bushe Wright) Like what? (Wesley Snipes) Like me! (Verse Two) I turn a sucka into a supper! They gotta suffer! Bout a had enough, that's why I'm coming! COME ON, F**KER! I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired They can't hide from the pain 'cause the noise won't stop They don't stand a ghost of a chance, but they try A side of my mind tell me to get em Bloody side, lettin it ride Even when a couple hundred years go by They still gone bite and I'm still gone fly Yes, five fingers around they necks I run thru your back and come out your chest You moving too fast, forgot to brace yourself AW SHIT! Here it come, nigga, brace yourself! Oh my God! Don't worry, I'm a get ya, it don't matter how I put it Let me say sumthin, let me talk in the telly Let me stand as tall as the fellas You would, if you could, but you don't git up off it I'm the hand on the hammer, on the nail, in the coffin I'm marching to a different drummer At the head of the parade, I'm the edge of the blade! (Chorus: KLC: 32X) (KLC saying "Blade" w/ marching sounds till fade) Mystikal appears courtesy of No Limit / Jive Records, 1998. Posted by Shy-Stee JB |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
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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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
Microphone check (what), check one
Microphone check (what), check two Microphone check (what), check three Microphone check (huh), check four What chall niggas wanna do, how yall wanna do it? Huh, check one Kick this shit raw Ghetto fabulous (5X) That's the rapper (8X) Turn your hands towards your ass and say bye bye From the southside, southside, puff, ya ya ya Nothin but the fiya ya Eardrums snatchin champion cheap rhyme busters till the day I die I say I lie Bitch I'll be fuckin on your grave singin ay la ba I throw em off, I'm two scoops for coo coo I swoosh through your froot loops, poo poo in your fubu Yall niggas remember what happened to that mosquito Tweeter tweeter MC, the sweeter I be ja meaner Stop your water turn off your gas cut off your lights Move you out, cut your grass, watch your kids, fuck your wife Like a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich I'm good Mm hmm, like syrup on the biscut and orange juice ??? Come and take me by the hand and walk ya I'm the thief in the night that slide your droors off ya Watch where ya steppin I'm a verbal weapon Bring more pain then when John Wayne came on old westerns What is the actual fuckin meaning I come in this bitch, without leavin this bitch that think we leaning It's been like that since way back I used to rock eight tracks before I rocked eight decks Concepts goin stay fat, concerts goin stay packed Ownership's goin stay black, nigga this is payback I scrape ya somethin crawlin to establishment Now I'm country club livin from the scribble scrabblin my talent Proper proper droppin somethin decent Yall niggas is as fucked up as Santa Clause for easter I'm a keep comin as long as KLC keep drummin Kick this shit raw Fuck them people, I'll fuck over you if I have to That's the nigga, that's that bastard That's the rapper (15X) Ghetto fabulous That's the nigga (8X) Who that say they can't sale boy? They the third ward huh, the 12th ward for all y'all My dogs, my boys and my hogs Gutiers on these boys and get down and go off All sides get high when they ride to my words They mine and they high when I'm live in concert Stop what your thinking This ain't no showoff of my business I don't need nine or ten pack of rappers with me I'm independent, make frontin, stuntin suckers lose thier stomach They lose their clout, their cool And after I come in the cut they lose thier woman Hello ghetto fabulous and big mansions And fine fabrics Like a man much money comes automatic You don't wanna battle with a hardcore rhyme fanatic Full speed ahead vocabulary acrobatic That's him, that's that rapper That's the man, that's the rapper That's ghetto fabulous That's the rapper (5X) |
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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
Nigga you ain't shit
I woke up this morning dick rock hard Had to piss so bad, that shit made me say God Lord! Dick harder then a armadello So I went in the bathroom and drained the little fellow Flush the toilet, washed my hands Took off my silk shirt, (whut else) and went to zippin down my pants I was about to meet this bitch in bout an hour (what you did) ????? and grabbed and towled and jumped my stankin ass in the shower And now i'm feelin better, at least i'm smellin better Instead of a combination of pussy and cheddar I still smelled like last night's fuck So washed my lips, fingertips, but I can't forget about under the nuts Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my asshole Foggin up the mirrors, wettin up all my fuckin clothes Ain't that a bitch, i'm already runnin late What i gotta do now?, now I gotta change my outfit Stepped to the closet and scanned the wardrobe Seen that silk shirt, Tommy, fuck it, i'll wear that Polo though Girbauds and Polo socks Slipped on the Fila's cause it was too hot to bust the Mutumbo high tops I looked in the mirror one last time for kicks Like I really had to check, like I ain't know I was the shit Everything was in place Pearly whites, brown complextion, daily braids and daily face Mirror, mirror, wasup, who's the most stuck up ??? bitch I just fucked that stankin slut Thats the thought for the day I'm bouts to cut that hoe (why) she can't fuck anyways Now i'm back on my mission But before I hit the fuckin front door, gots to hit the kitchen Cause dawg my hungers gettin bigger Man, I ain't ate shit (dawg, ain't you hungry) Dawg, hungrier than three niggas Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though Fuck it i'll grab that left-over cold cut combo And now the stomachs at ease I'm bout the jet, but first grab the beeper, the ring, the wallet, the keys And now i'm ready for the street Lookin neat, smellin sweet from my teeth to my fuckin feet I guees it's part of my job (what job nigga) Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, shiver then shive So if you catch my in the club don't say shit Sweatin a nigga like Micheal fuckin Tyler don't pay bitch Cause I ain't that nigga thats gonna play with ya Or stay with ya, but i'll damn sure lay with ya Cause i'm that type of nigga to tell a bitch that I love em quick Better but not beleive it though (why) cause I ain't bout shit That nigga ain't shit That nigga ain't bout shit That nigga ain't shit 2x |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
(talking)
504 i solemnly swear that I'll snitch Or testify on any of my homies That's the code to the streets, ya heard me What's up Krazy, we in here The New No Limit, code to the streets baby (Chorus) Could you tell me where my niggas at In the pen, or the grave I'd never figure that Could you tell me Lord what triggered that I guess these project bricks got a nigga trapped (Krazy) As I inhale the weed, tears dropping as I leave the cemetery My nigga's in the ground now, damn this life is scary Try to hold in my pain, I drink till I'm buried This henessey got me gone, my eyes are blurry Face to face with reality, my dog is gone For them bitch niggas that did it, I finger f**k my chrome And my dogs in the penn, doing fifty to life I'm a soldier till I die, mutherf**k 3 strikes I remember b-balling with my niggas for fun If I bust then you bust, I gave you my gun Telly, dog you know I miss you, I still got love Just to be the man you was, I'd probably drink your blood (Chorus - 2x) (Master P) Kevin Miller you gone, but you always missed C and Mac locked up, but we still a click Received letters from the penn, homies feel my pain 25 caught ten, man it's just a game When DEA and the persecutors know my lawyer See our skin tone is black, so our time is borrowed I'm in a cell with three killas, so unleash the beast And the judge send a word about cop a plea They say we angry cause we can't breathe, uneducated Facing life so it's strike three, independent Slanging records call us coke dealers C-Murder innocent trapped, and we gon fight it so the world gon feel us (Chorus - 2x) (Krazy) Lord please accept my nigga mail Did my homie sell his soul to get out of jail I heard my nigga Mac finally gon make bail We bouncing hot boy, thugging trying to make mail, the drought is hell For my dogs still slang for livings Thank God Black Jesus is forgiven I try to tell my little homies, ain't no love on the streets But my niggas don't hear shit, when it's time to eat And these soldiers, will bust your head if you slipping I feel like my dog P, nigga I ain't tripping A dopefiend at 14, look what the game done did him I can hear his mama scream as the chopper hit him (Chorus - 2x) |
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from Mystikal - Tarantula (2003)
[Mystikal]
Well bitch I'm country as cowboy boots I debut beating boy band groups Nigga let me know what the fuck yall wanna do You need to keep up but you can't, can't Mildew or barbeque! Cracker do your thang! Dang I ain't here for the no dumb shit You demo while I'm the harders nigga lyrics of the drum kick And when it's finished over and done with Imma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off some bitch! I ain't no speedy and you said I beat too much I ain't gon eat it and you ain't gon drown me and I pound it enough They see me leavin with the big butt women Women walking funny pussy up in her stomach Sittin in the front cause the tv's runnin Peanut butter leather seat with "Big Truck " on it I musta kidnapped a nigga main honey, cause I heard em hollin "Hold on baby I'm coming" {Chorus} We hushed those (sssh) who ever thought we would get this far But bitch I told you-Tarantula_ so do what you 'spoed to-Tarantula Guve me brains stop lookin' strange bitch shit changed It's just lilke I told you-Tarantula- came up like I 'm sposed to [Mystikal] And I'm known as the black prince of the south So wop-ba-ba-lo-bop bitch watch out I make ya mamma shake a tail feather Don't tell ya daddy that I'm here cause you know it make him feel threatened Go get ya dexy dress to turn me on While he down ther quotin Betty Wright, I know you not gon to sing that song I hit the charts and never move off or homie cool off Before you nose look like Rudolf I give it to em and this bitch can't handle it Well ugly jealous mutha fucka this shits jammin Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent On top of bass strings and piano They callin me big bucks no whammies This year I'm sceaming Jive Records Big Truck god dammit It's fight and never get to move Rank: CEO/rapper/fool {Chorus} I'm fixin to blow up like the jaws of Dizzy Gillepsie Heavnes to Betsy Julio Iglesias counldn't our-rock me Speedy Gonzales couldn't come catch me The grammy-nominated Especially... The Soul Train Award Winner Call me Black Elvis Preslely You Probably can't keep up with what you see me on Either 106 & Park, Queen Latifah, Chris Rock or Jenny Jones Knock down buildings chop downs trees I kick so fuckin hard they say, Yous Japanese I'm up in the millions cause if what I invent Look at ya over there with ya seatbelt light your're approachin your descent A.k.a "The Tarantula" Hot rymes coming from a canister I'm keeping my fans something to brag on These people in here ain't leaving to I finish my fuckin last song Bitch walk a barbarian Tall dark and cut and keep them fuckin hoes starin Tarantual |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
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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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
(Ughhhhhh) Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters (Mystikal) I'm movin too fast, doing to much for these niggas Hum bro I get paid to leave the house sideways Bitch stickn out, what I can take it without quessn' You the mutha fuckin coward And I'm the big bad wolf nigga And I'm coming to devoiour Aint nuthin better than money Sex and the power Oh how I love to be on top of the power Fuck I got it to go wit it, clownish out dat back cuttin up telly to telly bouncn' I got 5 women, 4 cars 3 homes and 2 apartments A rolex, 10 leather jackets, And 20 pair of Michael Jordans All in it, front and back wheels spinnin I might not bid to you But I'm the shit in the city Street things, represent the real no lim Razor sharp rhymes penatrating you skin The way I drop Bitch gotta feel them I'm that close Try to stop me from gettn' it (Ughhhhhh) Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters (C-Murder) I make a million dollar dream become reallity without a doubt I get paid for every rhyme coming out my mouth And gangst |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Anyone contesting Tha Dogg Pound, guaranteed instant death
It's them Dogg House niggas wit' them 504 Boyz We the real McCoys with the plastic toys Pop, pop Grab the glock, cock the motherfucker No Limit niggas, we can't be stopped Did you hear me? Ya heard me Record breakin' Hit makin' Can't bake 'em Real estatin' Never hatin' Shakin' up the game, bringin' the major pain Yea nigga, we all in the same game We enlighten, ignitin, never fightin' And we got them motherfuckers bitin' You fuck wit' P, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit Silkk, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit' D, you fuckin' wit' me Nigga what, that's my whole family *What, you bitches goin' to war now (war now) No Limit got this rap shit on lockdown (lockdown) Wild out, bitch niggas when we come through (come through) I hope you wear a vest, souljas touchin' you (touchin' you) I'm bustin' you x2 I'm on the run, I head west wit' the dogs 504, that means ball til' u fall I ain't bout' no playin' nigga, it's on and poppin' You either workin' wit' those boys, or you out ther shortstoppin' Now keep you eyes on the prize nigga, don't fuck wit' the hoes Cuz you see at night in the bricks nigga, anything goes Now you can bulletproof you chest, and they'll bust your head NIgga you scared to pop, then you could get an early grave Cuz, one time don't worry me I'm a third ward nigga til' they bury me (hahaa) Two times nigga, shut it down It's No Limit, we it on lock wit' the pound *Repeat (x2) Fresh out the courthouse, fuck the world, I'm finally free Ask them bitch niggas who snitch, is they ready for me My proverbs to the tank, believe I love it Since that "Bout' It Bout' It" album, I was dreamin' of it Ride wit' me, through the south, as I cruise through Texas A young soldier, wit' about a hundred grand in my Lexus On my way from Houston, after I scored the coke I rather, step to jail than my family be broke But I owe five hours, I can barely breathe Please lord forgive me for my sins, I got kids to feed Ain't no nigga in the Iberville givin' me shit They went from trick to a bitch and buy that ho a fit But my souljas, before it's over off top Before I'm sayin' to my dogs everytime the dope is chopped Feel that, my niggas will ride wit' me Snoop and Master P said that they'll die for me *Repeat (x2) |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
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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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
(Mystikal)
Smoke something niggas This one go out to all the niggas that be getting loaded all the ladies that be getting loaded Score it up, roll it up, blow it up I'm bout to let you niggas know something 'fore you get mad and throw something, bitch you better smoke something If it's on your chest, get's rid of that mess, for the end of that stress Nigga told me that's sess was the best, so I got's to test It's all in the roll, fuck how you hold it If you didn't notice that I was fucked up, y'all niggas ain't loaded Speakin' of myself I'm just a rap writer But before I get my nerves bad, let me go get my -- let me go get my lighter Blaze up a swissa full of herb, shut the door, shut the window Close the gate, get the phone out, I don't want to be disturbed I'm on too but I'm in my own home High as Cheech N Chong, in my own zone, smokin' homegrown Smoke all over this motherfucker But never would have knowed it, if I wasn't loaded So come and take a walk with me Get spark with me *inhales* what a brought with me See ya'll nigga can't find this, niggas be moving in slow motion smokin' that Bionic Chronic And ain't no weed like Bo-Weed No four like that score I be screamin but yall know what I'm fiendin' for Nigga you wanna know something? Fuck the dumb shit, nigga you better smoke something |
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from Mystikal - Tarantula (2003)
[Mystikal talking] The Medicine man. Oh yeah. Smoke One Yeah. This that shit nigga that you smoke off. This the one I know y'all flipping through this shit the CD and shit. This the one nigga This yo' chance right NA. Ya' know? Get all items that you need to get yo' mutha fuckin blunt rolled nigga. Get ya' papers, what ever the fuck, lighters. Y'all know what y'all need. Huh bra? This what I want y'all to do: (Chorus) Light something, burn something, smoke something, roll one. Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one nigga. Light something, burn something, smoke something, roll one nigga. Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one nigga [Mystikal talking] Man hit the mutha fucking weed bra. You playin' wit' the mutha fuckin' weed. do do do do at the doe. Hit this bitch. Mutha fucking roll back. Nigga make a roll back. Mouth to the nose, roll back. I smell smoke. Oh, say nigga when you roll the weed up make sho' there ain't no sticks or stems. [Mystikal] Put the fire in the wind, then forget about how you roll Skinny at the end, fat in the middle, long as you smoking Don't worry about how the bitch look, gotta hold in it stick pocking out That ain't nothing pass that bitch, put ya finger over it hit it wit ya' mouth I bet it pull, hit this shit I betchu' get full I don't fuck with that dry, that's good for yo' ass I told ya' that's fire Stick, aloud, expensive, light light green don't touch no brown Ya' can't stand up, ya' eyelids feel about 200 pounds Mouth dry as the fuck, yeah this bitch hea' high as a duck Ready to leave, but can't go nowhere 'cause looks like ya' stuck Now get off the floe' You don't know what you pull so don't try this no me Stop that frontin', and if you can't handle it then give me my dope Nothing but bud, tastein' no seeds Swallow that shit, nigga you wastein' the weed You don't know what I got, nothing but dro' I'm to hold back y'all this about ten time I'm bout to start smokin' (Chorus) [Mystikal talking] Moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion. I got some more man. That bionic-chronic. Yeah nigga, this the smoking one. fa -sho. Boy just smoke something nigga. And uhhhhh, how many mutha fucking times is y'all nigga gonna be waiting for another verse? Man, when is y'all gonna learn? This the smoke something man. You ain't gotta know all that bra. Know what I'm talkin' about nigga? Smoke something. Smoke something. Smoke something. Yes indeed. |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
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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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
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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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
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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from DJ Cut Killer - Cut Killer Show 2 (2001)
Shake ya ass
But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass i 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 im 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 nice curves for your iceberg Drinkin here acting like it's do somethin to me Hope this indecent propose make you do somethin 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 Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with 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 come shake ya ass Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with I think come with that fire like Aiyaaa Chocalate and bowlegged runnin up behind Go head get down pop lock at the cockhouse where the where the lie you know that want you go back to my house Man right cher wanna get under that dress right there Spicy cajun we gon best time over there You better stick a head on that there crawfish You gotta bend all a bigger over to dance off this Handle yo business but I know you do it way better You dead wrong So you totin by and niggas make noise When you pass by find yo fine ass on the floor girl This yo fuckin song Do yo thang dont be scured cause you gon get served Get mine and you gon get yours Niggas thang yo ass lovely Raise it up show you g strang hustlin huslin 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 come shake ya ass Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Stop yo cryin hefer I need all that Got a job for you the braided up pimp is back Break them handcuffs fuck a nigga move somethin They ask you what you doin say ooohh nothin we been doin the past 2 somthin Been that pussy up now smooth fuckin You can betcha bottom that pussy fire you gon holla while you cry So don't be actin like you be backin that stuff up Girl in the club thats you got ass for Wobble wobble I'm infatuated Bitch ride dick like she makin a baby and I see that we gon have to go to a queit corner for just of two Don't worry about who lookin just doin what you do cuz Nigga like me gon get to workin for I know the girl Bitch whats happnin' let em see Show the world 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 come shake ya ass Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with Shake ya ass But watch ya self Shake ya ass Show me what you workin with |
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from Mystikal - Tarantula (2003)
(Intro) because this the first time you ever heard some shit like this nigga What you about to hear gone F**K you up I'm tellin you this shit so off the f**king hook bro Ya'll man look check this shit out ({Humming in Background} + {"Waaaaaa" in Background}) (Mystikal:) Mystikal and Juvenile Nigga Say Juvey they don't believe you did the beat bro (Mystikal:) I tried to tell them niggaz bro (Juvenile:) What you mean nigga, f**kin right I did this beat (Mystikal) I come with my own look, my own sound, my own style Who the f**k you think drawed this crowd It's the ripper, the clean up hitter You bitter intimidating young long dick nigga Now suck it, now suck it, while you around here playa hating Your woman around here screaming F**k Me, F**k Me Tell me something, don't I put down on my albums Motherf**ka nobody ever told you I was hard as a NFL Helmet I write 'em, land 'em, plant 'em BAM Nigga can't stand 'em On top, on sight, heads up, bust 'em at random (What You Did?) I got the vest out, put the braids back, put on the bandana (What Else You Did?) Signed a brand new contract, shot the video in Atlanta Don't pull me, can't hold me the beat don't move me You know smokin, drinkin whenever I kick it with Juvey Back on my own, back on my zone Feelin better, lookin better Bout to go get it and bring it back home (Chorus 2X: Juvenile) A nigga got, got but I won't no more Cause this time round I come to settle the score Greedy niggas eat good, but not that long They wind up with a stomach ache balled up in they home (Juvenile) You better cancel that shit, about you run this here I ain't seen you on the charts what you done this year Y'all thought "Project English" was the last of this shit When I was really only given y'all half of this shit F**kin right I made the beat, and I wrote this rap But a Niggaz In the ghetto want to post the crack Got two Niggaz posted watching a bus with macks Just waiting on the police and Niggaz to jack To people across the nation, thanks for being patient Ya'll been itching for some G-Shit Huh, I know you waiting When you cop the cd, get some Herb and Ride Turn the bitch up real loud so you can feel my Vibe I got a long way to go, I'm just gettin started I'm 26 years old and I'm still retarded I'm talking about the way I talk and Express my rap I ain't talking about handicapped You Feelin that (Chorus) (Juvenile) Anytime you say my name make sure it's some good shit Am I hatin on Cash Money, Now Stop Playin Look I'm not your eldest rapper, I stay on some hood shit I'm all about U.T.P. Family and Kids I respect it How it came, Now I got Game (Bling) And Takin Care of business it the way that we live I don't need a record deal just give me my props How many muthaf**kas you know keepin it hot (Mystikal) I got more season than the seafood out the gumbo pot Believe it or not, keepin my spot locked Now run your mouth and lose your slot (I'm Lowdown) I make em feed for me like junk is fever one more rock(Tease Me) I got bitches I ain't even F**ked claiming my dick Ain't this some shit I'm famous and rich (Huh Bro) Is this all about that big truck and U.T.P If thats how it is, I guess we gone see (Chorus and Ad Libs to fade)
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Say Brah,
I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes and to this district system free Soulja Slim cause they jocking our style ya heard me? Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war Say Brah You fake thugs best to get out the way brah You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey Don't you play with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah Thugs like 50 Dollars and Fiend, thugs like Magic, Wiz, Woo, Ween, and my auntie B Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my doggss bezzled up a few haters and Feds watching my doggs and we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine now that army is back so I'm back taking what's mine I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it hated the likes and see it, these niggas nice with it Thugged out, Tru 2 Da Game, livin' up to my name so when you the that soldier gear on my frame you holla Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) We bout war What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war Hoody Hoo! Hey brah I'm cold with it, if you don't know me just roll with it Ask them thug girls about the P and where I'm from?, say brah, I'm out that CP3 Nigga my boys we don't play no games cause I roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs now say brah, I really got a Bubble I Hummer but say brah, I ain't no uptown stunter I'm out the streets and I like to shine, say brah Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah I'm the realest 3rd baller you know plus I brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's Say brah, Is you really a soldier? Say brah, won't you pass the doulja Say brah, do you really want beef? and put a million thug soldiers on your street? Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
me that's who,
me me that's who, me me that's who, I'm tha round out tha tank, I'm tha round out tha tank, I'm tha round out tha tank, I'm tha loud blacca blacca, wacca wacca coming from behind cha Me that's who (Chorus X 2) I'm tha "weee" before tha "boom' I'm tha fire in tha hole coming from tha tube I'm tha claymore mine sittin in the dirt I'm tha probe of support, I'm "doom doom doom" three round burst sleepin bag in tha freezin weather I'm tha fragmentation vessel for shrapnel and flyin metal I'm tha auto on tha fire select I'm tha thousand shells bouncin off tha brass deflector squeeze tha trigger send tha mass when it's time to take aim, I'm tha "waahhhaa" fool when they ricochet down range, creeping and seeking and keep in my target I'm tha biological threat you don't wanna go to war wit listen hear I make your fuckin bread where you live at I'm almost there click away from yo Bivouac flash yo brains, highly illuminated this is operation fuck all my destination (Chorus X 2) Ha, I'm all you rank and ribbons strips and brass and decorations I'm that fucking hole in tha earth after detonation C 130 episode coming from tha sky recognize round two rollin just like hypmatize I think in aromas so save ya breath if I don't get cha with tha rifle I'm a catch cha with my bayonet I roll with M1's, tote em how I would I'm a 45 day 45 night field prep I'm yo' smart book in tha live exercise begins and when it get dark I'm noisy like discipline twelve bravo run you out the foxhole make it to tha bunker it ain't no survival I'm that war vet that's combat ready whether arctic or jungle or the middle of the desert they try to make it when they know they can't how the fuck yo gon run from the round out the tank (Chorus X 4) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Ain't no block too hot Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Every bag of that raw We hustle in the park From dusk to dawn nigga From dawn to dark Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin But if you beefin, nigga You bout to be sleepin Me and my dogs We don't fuck with you cats Go to the pen Don't fuck with no rats See this shit is real I sleep with one eye open See in the ghetto Niggas gotta be pistol totin A thousand fuckin' grams That's what I'm workin' with Come short on the D You know what you twerkin' wit It's murder, 187 I represent the third ward We tote mac 11's If I die, write my name in the sky My niggas bust yo' ass Yall gon' know why (baby) *Roll roll roll ya dough Up and down the street On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me) X2 It's a problem I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya Till gon' come get ya Chopper split ya A young soldier Plottin' to rule the world with riches Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches Run the block all week Trying to dodge the cops Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops My niggas wearin wires Feds tappin' my phone Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone Told my dog believe you we can rule the world He didn't listen He'd rather stuff his nose with furl They found him dead in the project Brains on the ground When you a fiend That's the way the game go down *Repeat (X2) I'm from the ? chopper too! Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do! Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe! That nigga chokin! Motherfucker coughin' up blood Well fuck the Heimlich maneuver You don't want that drama to come to you! Yo' mama to come do you! Cuz HOT IRON will run ya through ya! You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'll catch a contact If you ain't got beef wit a nigga Don't be 'round beef You won't be on yo' back Oh it ain't my fault We'll dead these niggas Can't move we infrared these niggas We'll do these niggas Black proof these niggas Close casket these boys Black suit these niggas We'll blast these niggas Walk past these niggas And ride on these bustas Just keep mashin these niggas And after we do it We'll toss the tec And ghetto Plus I know not else but to fuckin' floss the set You ain't gotta ask who's hot Who's on top I gotta question to ask yall foreal Tru or not If I got two guns I'm sure one gon' bust If I got two niggas wildin' out When I bust, one gon' duck The one that's wildin' the most That's the one I'ma bust He still trippin' after that I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough *Repeat (X2) |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
Fuckin right I'm hip-hop
I hoe hop, I'm funky as a pair of Reeboks with no socks I'm hot like a nigga watchin a big titty bitch with no bra I'm tight like them twistin up under the 6 with no top I've been up all night Writing like a motherfucker cluck with no clock Been platinum and I'm still stompin Rock jam-packed concerts and bitch filled parties Done had them standin more than a hot comb when I perform Gotta em feelin like they in Saigon when they hear what I got I got funk No Limit legitimate respect the man of power I turn your motherfuckin thunderstorm into scattered showers Yo Bam, bitches can't get down like me and the Pound can, we ain't gotta bring up SoundScan I come into focus when they all starin I turn your fuckin head and, spin your fuckin ball bearings Hit the antenna so they all scatterin Believe that cause I'm tellin you they don't challenge what they can't handle M-Y-S-T-I Smoke spinach, eat chicken, shit bullets, SPIT FIRE I'm above you like the sky Like the clouds like the Gods like the birds and the pilots You know why I'm here, come to say it loud For the one-thousand nine-hundred and nine nine to infinity and BEYOND Now.. now.. now.. now.. bitch Respect my motherfucking mind Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you think Bitch I kill you Respect my fucking mind Fuck what you think, fuck what you feelin Bitch I kill you Respect my mind Fuck what you think, fuck what you feelin Bitch I kill you Respect my fucking mind Bitch I kill you, bitch I kill you I said BITCH I KILL YOU Back-bending, That's That Nigga spinning Y'all done feeling my line before I finish my SENTENCE This m |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
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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from Mystikal - Pussy Pop (2004)
Black Mobb
(Whoosh!) Lawd! Damn! Shit! Errrrrnnn! Whoooohooo Shhhiit! Lawd (Whoosh!) Got damn gurl, good graciousness Mmm,mmm,mmm (What!)I know you waitin' fo my album ta drop I know you waitin' fo my album ta drop(slide and do da pussy pop) I know you waitin' on dat album ta drop I know you waitin' on dat album ta drop(slide and da da pussy pop) (Bitch!)Put ya hands on it, Uh handstand fo' me Turn around, pop it like a ace band fo' me Do whatcha can fo' me, know how to dance show me Speed it up, be a cell, broadband fo' it Shake dat thang woman, I'm breakin' bread woman Do whatcha can, dance, this yo last chance woman Got plans woman, you gotta man woman(What!) Whatchu talkin bout, the man right chea woman(Whoosh!) Buss it open fo' me, uh buss it open fo' me, uh buss it open fo' me Slide and do da pussy pop Turn around fo' me, uh turn around fo' me, uh turn around fo' me Slide and do da pussy pop Uh bend it ova fo' me, uh bend it ova fo' me, uh bend it ova fo' me Slide and do da pussy pop Handstand fo' me, uh handstand fo' me, handstand fo' me Slide and do da pussy pop Now I dunno what to tell ya, but I'm holdin' it down I only deal wit dime bitches, but I'll settle fo' nine Yeah, eight might be great, but dats borderline Anything less than dat, ho you wastin' my time(bitch!) Bitch what ho, bumpin' and grind Shake dat ass like a strippa, lemme see yo behind Jump up on dat pole, and lemme see how you grind Bitch you think you a six, ho you barely a five(whoosh!) Buss it open fo' me, uh buss it open fo' me, uh buss it open fo' me Slide and do da pussy pop Turn around fo' me, uh turn around fo' me, uh turn around fo' me Slide and do da pussy pop Uh bend it ova fo' me, uh bend it ova fo' me, uh bend it ova fo' me Slide and do da pussy pop Handstand fo' me, uh handstand fo' me, handstand fo' me Slide and do da pussy pop (Whoosh!)Slideee-ooh, Slideee-ooh, Slideee Slide and do da pussy pop Slideee-ooh, Slideee-ooh, Slideee Slide and do da pussy pop(get off da ground ho!) Get fly ho(get up!), uh get fly ho(uh get up!), uh get fly ho Slide and do da pussy pop Slideee, Slideee, Slideee Slide and do da pussy pop Fuck dem hatin' hos, baby do whatcha do Lemme see dat fonky monkey, not dat one at da zoo You said you got it in ya, lemme see if its true And know my niggas ain't leavin, cuz dey wan see too ? , hot and steamy, yeah you know bout my crew You came up in hea tight, but you gon leave out hea loose Ride dat train till you run outta juice(What!) If I'm da fuckin' engine, then you da caboose(Whoosh!) Buss it open fo' me, uh buss it open fo' me, uh buss it open fo' me Slide and do da pussy pop Turn around fo' me, uh turn around fo' me, uh turn around fo' me Slide and do da pussy pop Uh bend it ova fo' me, uh bend it ova fo' me, uh bend it ova fo' me Slide and do da pussy pop Handstand fo' me, uh handstand fo' me, handstand fo' me Slide and do da pussy pop I know you waitin' fo my album ta drop I know you waitin' fo my album ta drop I know you waitin' on dat album ta drop I know you waitin' on dat album ta drop (Oooh Shhitt! Lawd!)I know you waitin' on dat album ta drop I know you waitin' on dat album ta drop Is ya waitin' fo my album ta drop or is ya waitin' fo my album ta drop Go 'head then Slidee-ho, I said slidee-ho, I said slidee Slide and do da pussy pop Uh get fly ho, Uh get fly ho, Uh get fly Slide and do da pussy pop Slidee, Slidee, Slidee Slide and do da pussy pop Slidee-ho, Slidee-ho, Slidee Slide and do da pussy pop(Whoosh!) Fuck, you know whatchu gotta do You know whatchu 'pose to do Slide and do da pussy pop(Whoosh!) Know what I'm talkin bout I ain't gon fuck ya up Go 'head and keep on dancin baby go 'head (Whoosh!)(Shit!)Slidee-ho, Uh get fly ho(Lawd!) Get off da ground bitch Slide and do da pussy pop (Whoosh!)Uh get fly ho, uh get fly ho, uh get fly, Uh get fly and do da pussy pop(Whoosh!) |
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from Mystikal - Original [single] (2011)
Im a political refugee
Thats how the fuck I felt Birds for the summer Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint 9 for the thunder Throw a couple hundreds Fishing on a fishtail With big money shit cash money oilwell High roller shot caller big boss Original real nigga from the start Head huntin’ price on a nigga tab Hit ‘em up for playing with a nigga male Niggas say I’m better than Beethoven To the beat that I rap over Stay outta that medicine cabinet Yeah thats what they told me They giving us piss test cause we stay rollin’ And know a nigga act better than a 45 caliber pistol when they loading They penalize us tryna slow us down They constantly fucking us up Thats why we’re buck wild Call me porch monkey call me jigaboo When you know you wanna fuck my woman and eat my barbeque How the fuck you gon’ watch my house But don’t wanna live on my street The ape man told Tarzan how the fuck you better than me Rap I run that rock and got a jump shot Who we got wife up in that white house I took a look and didn’t sell out I was in the building and didn’t bail out Hoping muthafucker didn’t fail out Back to the top from the jail house Nigga lace ‘em up tie ya shoe Catch a cut we know what pressure do Birds for the summer Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint 9 for the thunder Throw a couple hundreds Fishing on a fishtail With big money shit cash money oilwell High roller shot caller big boss Original real nigga from the start Head huntin’ price on a nigga tab Hit ‘em up for playing with a nigga male Who out c’here fucking with me huh tell me that I’m bout to drop that shit where my pamper at Try to answer that or give me my mantle back I bury you cockroaches shoulda left me where I was at You dun made that fucking bed You dun built this fucking castle Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do nothing with this little rascal Yeah nigga what the hell Talking baby business yeah Don’t be fucking with me Cause you wont get off easy I feel just like Drew Brees When they kick off football season How I cut the ref you can’t stop it from bleeding Rappers betta leave me lone if they gon’ keep on breathing Now keep on starving and I’mma gonna keep on eating And you keep on sucking and I’mma keep on skeeting You gon be the one bussing or be the one fleeing You better keep on trucking Aint no muthafucker trouble this evening Birds for the summer Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint 9 for the thunder Throw a couple hundreds Fishing on a fishtail With big money shit cash money oilwell High roller shot caller big boss Original real nigga from the start Head huntin’ price on a nigga tab Hit ‘em up for playing with a nigga male Uh aint it crazy how shit be Thats why I flush it I got the Tommy gun with the drum Thats percussion I just popped a couple pain pills self destruction I made something out of nothing thanks for nothing I pistol whip ya bitch knock her out Robitussin Ran up in your house killed everybody no discussion Rep that muthafucking red flag like a Russian Yeah look I told her baby I’m a thrash her We kissed I lit her ass up then I ashed her No hard feelings no car dealing but I shuffle my queen Duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car My Mary in a jar I’m food I let the haters add a little salt Thats cool I do it for all the niggas that try And all the bitches I’ve fucked and all my niggas that died Tunechi Birds for the summer Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint 9 for the thunder Throw a couple hundreds Fishing on a fishtail With big money shit cash money oilwell High roller shot caller big boss Original real nigga from the start Head huntin’ price on a nigga tab Hit ‘em up for playing with a nigga male ufo3245님께서 등록해주신 가사입니다. |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
*Bitch i'm a soldier (until the day that i die)
A No limit soldier (yes i am, yes i am) I thought that I told ya (and nothing or no one could ever change that) Ain't no need to ask me why I'm a soldier til i die. I'm a soldier see the tank on my neck? Mr. Magic is my name y'all better give me respect You might remember me from seein' me postin' up on the block With a .45 Glock and a mouth full of rocks Hustlin' like I didn't even care Wakin' up my neighbors poppin' pistols in the air Tryin' make a million pullin' all night flights I'm praying cuz I'm knowin that my life ain't right Forgive cuz I'm wrong but I'm begging or forgiveness And now I'm hustlin' in a whole other business Tryin' to do right for the people that I hurt in the process of growin up I've change my ways i guess thats why I'm blowin up I'm comin' back for all my peeps Just try to stay alive and keep your ass off the streets For the ones that gotta hustle just to eat Lord, I say a prayer for you before i fall asleep *Repeat How man heard Sky's the Limit? Shit i ain't finished this is only the beginning I'm with no limit Just think I'm in my prime If I'm not the best just give me some time and I'll change your mind Niggas like me hard to find Genuine I'm the only of my kind young black and full of pride With a mind to teach the whole world If you just listen to my words Y'all can feel my pain A lot of years wasted, buku friends died a lot of wet faces The other half caught a bunch of fuckin' cases So still a lot of tender spaces Wish I could erase the hate Who said money makes you happy? It can never bring back my daddy So fuck the Navi and Caddie I'm hopin' y'all could hear me Cuz I'm speakin' this from the heart Me and my fans never torn apart *Repeat |
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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
Chorus:
Neva gon' bounce, neva, neva gon' bounce (never.... say never) (3x) Y'all bitches... Get ya' mind right Get'cha, get'cha mind right (7x) 1st verse: I'm tryin' to do my thang like a rap star tryin' to Stay clean, ache my hands, and avoid the game But it's hard. 'cause I can ball dope and get paid Like a muthaf**ker gotta be another way to pay T. tucker, used to roll twenties by the ounce (ounce) My papa got a brand new mag it's called bounce. Crackers wanna label me a nigga man but i'm A bigga man, I said f**k that or do go to trigga Man. it's the new somethin' cream goin' round, It started in the saint town and now it move to Ghost town. said tonight was time but where Your gat? niggas get wild when they hear Botty-at, booty-at. you bitches tryin' to pussy-pop Dealin' herb, slung tapes ten dollas a rock. Ya gotta take what you need, take what you Want, slingin' tapes out the club and tapes Out the trunk. when the trigga man bails soft, Take'em to the saint tell him rock another block Party. dj irv had that shit bumpin', t.t. tucker Had the dance floor jumpin', whole project Full of hoes (come on, go t.t., go t.t., go). but If a nigga jumps stupid I'm blast ya' (who put this F**kin' thing together? ) me, that's me that's who I told you don't f**k with me. Chorus 2nd verse: Oooh, see I'm the one that you talkin' bout. drop A little red tape and a stone in the sword, and my Pocket got swoll from insurance. I bought a Little more gold and f**ked a lotta' more hoes! All them bitches know what's up (how they know, How they know? ) they heard me on the radio Buddah I set up. where-he-at hittin' dead home If it wasn't bumpin' in your ride it was bumpin' in Your headphones. no it ain't gone to my head 'cause I ain't gon' let it, damn it feel good gettin' Sweated, huh, huh, huh. uptown, downtown, Cross the river, don't matter 'cause I'm the nigga, The nigga, nigga, the nigga, nigga. one brick Object (what happened? ) couldn't keep my Muthaf**kin' ass out that project. shit, that's When it happened (what up? ) 5-0 busted in There was a raid and I was captured. 1st bridge: Alright, all you niggas on the floor right now, Down! get out the way! Ay man, why you f**kin' wit' me? I'm the f**kin' boss, I put this shit together, I tol' you that (punch), shut the f**k up, i Don't give a f**k who you are get your ass Down on the floor! Chorus 2nd bridge: Man calm down, calm down. Yo t.t. don't trip (for real? ), 'cause when them Laws let you loose boy we gon' handle this, See you gonna get your shot at limelight, but In the meantime in between time keep your Mind right. (but man they said that I was Wanted) for what? (narcotics, homicide, Shoplifting warrant, so much shit I can't finish.) This call concludes this minute. (dial tone) (hello? , hello? bitch, you gon' hang up on Me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Alright (21x) Chorus Shake that ass, never gonna.... |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
Mystikal- (Intro) Mystikal and Outkast, I'm representin...... I'm not for the big bucks, no wammies, You can't stand it, Make um feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami, Handle'n with my man and'um in Atlanta. And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda s--- you feelin as I'm sayin it I'm like an NBA so thumb or pawn shop tech nine, bitch I'm know for jam'n. Smoke merry, merry, merry Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary, I bust through, intrude, move through, distractions. Risks and hits and blows don't lose no traction. I threw a round of flip flop flip flop back at um If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon And the um God knuckle up boy ??, don't be no f---ed boy Me and Guillotine we run some ni--as in a big truck boy Run flat boy, run that boy. Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy I bring flames to a four alarm fire I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern band And they always tryin to find something to say about the brother man. I invent em flip em and send em Rhymes get you jumped like I pulled (?) over ya Guess what, this is a stick up Give me back my s--- before I start pickin bricks up Garbage mc's better run for it Don't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of the yard, for it And respect me for takin it to um So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woodz (Chorus) x2 If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock, If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock, If you round our neck of the woods you better stop, Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, aaouu Big Boi- All a the heat rise to the beat wise To that nigga that spit that street fire Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto You're bitch made like Dorothy You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G? I take my thirteen shot , don't U know my style is drunken And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin Givin you somethin to beat the block with, eet the cops with My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this The D-u-n-g-o-n, family, merrily Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scaring me, But I live, gotta given, one double ohh percent above the rest yeah With the fat sacks, gon burst that, and you know that, yea (Chorus) x2 Dre- (BIG BOY: Hey, what's your name?) Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun Reason for a gun, only one Strong believer in self-preservation Aahhhhh, OOF! Hit that state up in views City of forgotten fate, County of the blues Street address Generation X Avenue, new, new. But Generation Y, high, to the point that I drink Runnin on a new one Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn, and some church socks What if I told you that even if you made clocks? Stops, time rewinds ee what he finds Then rearrange and change things that's on your mind Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter? Would you holler that I'm live and ask another Or take no heat and run for cover (Chorus) x4 |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
Humph, Come on
It's the nigga that get hard than starch in yo fuckin creases rip it to pieces slicin and dicin and icin em right with the mic I use that's as clean as a wild teacher eyes stay tight when they fade to watch swarm bleedin from out the freeza can't you see em? Jesus! Big tittie Tina boppas out chea catchin Mystikal Fever Ol you'll be sayin you ain't takin no shit this time Nigga me neither! You could leave nigga fuck we don't need ya Rapper, killer, loaded, beat, swivel, shark, butchers meat CLEAVER {*knife sound*) a lot of you niggas believe in walkin a thin line but when I get through wit cha all I be hearin is awwah!! Of all maps and adages knocking off hats Y all know act a ass But don't call me that Fix yo fuckin shirt tie yo fuckin shoe strangs jive and Mystikal comin up in the bull dagger big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal s fever keep my motherfuckin fist balled up case a mutherfucka tryin to start somethin takin ginseng got yo lil dick hard makin it harder think you gon jump in the ring and go pound for pound with the knockout king? No shit like that gon happen cause them niggas down here ain't gon fuck wit what I bring you heard the the motherfuckin door open you heard that arrrr (door open sound) you know that's me if it was a wrestlin match you'll be on your back like 1&2&3 come off the top ropes leave you knocked out wit yo mouth open and they gon have to take yo ass home and leave you in a hot tub and soak bar banga and if you don't want swang wit a mic I tell you nigga I m wild ass a gorilla on chain Time to flow wit a natural-born go getter This for my hustlas to ballas, gangstas and cap pealers hustlas to ballas gangstas and cap pealers hustlas and gangstas gangstas and cap pealers hustlas to ballas gangstas and cap pealers big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal fever I'll go pound for pound wit the knuckle cuffin motherfucka Rush em and touch em Then stand ova his ass and screamin I told you not to start nuthin I'ma damage ya You ain't got the stamina Half the talent to match, to dance wit the tarantula When I'ma chargin at cha niggas be tryin to copy cat wanna jump on the mic and do what I do but can't keep up ain't no thankin that'shit gon change cause when I drop off Mystikal sound a likes gon have to get the fuck off crackin they glasses smashin they records smash and catchin they ass all day and tackle they ass tell em all settle shop down close fo sho put it down like 1990 M.C. Hammer I hope big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal s fever big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal season big tittie bitches catchin big tittie bitches catchin Mystikal fever aaw oh, aaw oh these niggas know, these niggas know when it's Mystikal s fever |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
[Chorus - 2x]
My life is sweet You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee Custom made Bentleys, t.v.s, mink seats Make them scream wha-wha [Curren$y] Cars and shut it down any set, first dude in the city To have Intevet, equipped with the Internet Performance chip is faster than any jet I'm down the block, and you ain't even start your engine yet I use to hustle on the block for rent Met P and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks wanna get with me Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City [Chorus - 2x] [Afficial] Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package I leave the country cause Paris cooler Fall back and take a day off like Farris Bueler Young punks I'm the ruler, you follow my lead Slow down I been doing this, the product of speed Can't roll but I'm a weed blower, I get my ki's lower 16-5 a few weeks, I'll have a green roller [Afficial] I thought I told you the flow don't stop And it ain't No Limit on the stage if the show don't rock You can still catch me up in them clubs In that 2K3 Yukon sitting up on them dubs Since they wanna know about my whip I'ma tell em like this, I got enough keys to start a dealership Now how they think they floss toys When we in places, so far from home they call us the Lost Boys [Chorus - 2x] [Afficial] When I go to the lot, they call me Connect Four Cause I bought four cars on the road, with four doors Spend another mill, put diamonds on the grill Push a button, and my gun pop out the steering wheel It's real, stack dough and make more While you cats come up slow like Lamborgini doors You might see me in a Range, you might see me in a Porsche I get paid every month like child support [Krazy] Luxury, I love that bird it's easy Lift it out, but still a Jag can't please me But a 6, without the rims is cheesy Like a bitch, I like my tires breezy The spinners, on my Navi to tease me With a sunroof open, it's kind of breezy With a tank on my neck that just might freeze me I'm scared of a Viper, she'd like to see that [Master P] You ever ate a cheeseburger, on a million dollar plate Flew to Paris or France, just to get away Like to party, so we buy the club Every whip that we drive, be on 24's or dubs The new Hummer, had it before it came out 200 and 50 G's, I put it in my mouth Bought a mansion whodie, just to make music Like the President got a jet and don't even use it When it comes to ghetto balling, there is none higher Get a supermodel for a banker, two million dollar wires In the winter whodi, we sleep on mink coats In the summer we on the water putting chandeliers and boats My cousin get athlete money, and don't even ball My son's only 12, and he could buy the mall Call me Ghetto Bill, cause I love the cheese I don't gangbang, my favorite color is green [Chorus - 2x] |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
(first verse)
Muthaf**kin' murderer!!!!!! Bitch you killed my sister!!!!! Bitch I'm bout to get my pistol!!!! Know that I'm comin' and I gotta get him, And I gotta kill him, And cease all his stupid shit, And walk with this venomous shit 'cause she's 'sposed to be there for me, Six years, still tears!!!! I know it's gonna be that way Until the day that your grave is filled up, I still can't forget'cha, 'cause all you did is spilled blood, Bitch that was my only sister, you can't just kill her!!! Don't that f**k with you? ? ? can't you feel her? That's what the f**k she get for givin' you her real love? ? ? ? I tried to play cool, and mind my business, and stay out it, I was supposed to be all in, when it comes to your family share your Problems!!!! I just wish I would've knew then what I know now, I just wish I could've woke up before it went down!!!!! Now I'm sayin' "damn!!!!!" Wake up hollerin' "damn!!!!!!!" Wait until I get that muthaf**ka, and I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chorus (mystikal & uncredited singer): (mystikal) Murder murder murder Murder murder murder (get that muthaf**ka what I tell myself!!!!) (singer) Murderer....... Murderer....... (2x) (second verse) Noooooooow, why? Would you come to my house, tell the truth, Then turn around and be bout lyin'? ? ? ? Muthaf**ka in that water, I know you didn't want your son to rot!!!!! So if you gone support him, Then you can jump up in the skillet with him and fry!!!! Bitch!!!!! my God damn sister used to call you mama!!!!! And this is how you honor her? ? ? ? ? ? ? I'm furious, and to her I say murderer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Her loyalty, and her love, you deserted her!!!!!!!!!!!! Changed the whole story, and got on the evening news and shined, The bitch start actin', got on the witness stand and start cryin', Now who the f**k you think you foolin'? or convincin'? It must be your f**kin' self!!!!! It hurt me so bad, to avoid doin' somethin' crazy I had to write this shit down on paper, And show you what the f**k I felt!!!!! You disgrace me, it's a show of shame, You saw that look in my sister face, she died in pain!!!! Chorus (third verse) Thou shalt not kill, Bitch I can remember finishin' the argument That y'all was havin' over automobiles, Thou shalt not lie, I know what you did, I'm comin' to get'cha, you cannot live!!!!! Look, you sleep forever is the f**kin' price, Shit, a throat for a throat, a life for a life, F**k my feelings, you owe that to my family and her son, My children auntie ain't there, F**kin' well right I got a grudge, On your ma, and her lawyer, and the courts, And the jurors, and the judge, Defenses, your immediate family members, I'm pissin' on it and burnin' the distict attorney, You stepped down on us, Shipped that coward out his f**kin' cell and let him skip town on us, Just like that, And I guess I'm 'sposed to let that shit go down, ha? just like that? I'm makin' it happen to these actors, My screwdriver, and my telephone bar, and my black hat on backwards, Takin' your boyfriend, that's how it end, But until then, I'm livin' for revenge Chorus (mystikal & singer): (mystikal) Murder murder murder Murder murder murder (get that muthaf**ka what I tell myself!!!!) (singer) Murderer....... Murderer....... (mystikal) Murder murder murder Murder murder murder (get that muthaf**ka what I tell myself!!!!) (singer) Murderer....... Murderer....... (mystikal) Murderer!!!!!!!!! Bitch you killed my sister!!!!!!!!!! Murderer!!!!!!!!!! Bitch you killed my sister!!!!!!!!!! (mystikal) Bitch you killed my sister!!!!!!!!!! .....what I tell myself!!!!!!!!!!! (singer...simultaneous with mystikal) Murderer.... Murderer.... (beat plays with drum cadence until the final gunshot ends the song) |
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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
Chorus (Mystikal & Insane): repeat 2X
(Insane) Guns murder niggas at night.... (Mystikal) Man, niggas even kill niggas at night (Insane) Cops murder niggas at night... (Mystikal) I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine!!! (Mystikal) Motherfuckin murderer....shot my fuckin brother But when I find him, I'm gone GET THAT MOTHERFUCKER! He playin the role of one them niggas that's always talkin noise Runnin INSIDE, talkin that shit, front of his fuckin boys Fuck that, I'm lockin that bolt back Loadin that gat, here that glock come, (gunshot) Out'cha fuckin' head... standin on the corner I'm peepin on ya, so I CAN CREEP UP ON YA!!!! Calmin my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick em in my mind You want it? Fine, I DONE REACHED FOR THAT NINE I'm gone do you in I'm tellin ya bitch you gone have to get up quick And hit the bricks before I do you in Two of your boys spied me comin Them coward-hearted niggas started runnin But not you though, you gots to play the hard role Stop playin it up like a bone, BITCH I KNOW YOU ARE Talkin head gonna put you on your deathbed Just cuz you got a gat, that's just why you actin brave Got a gat I got a GLOCK, what'cha gone do? Handle your business, DON'T LET YOUR BUSINESS HANDLE YOU! Chorus (Mystikal) Pull your shirt down bitch I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared bout that bullshit It don't matter how many fuckin guns you got The only thing that MATTER, is a nigga, to get the first shot Cuz if I peep, that ass is fallin to the street Bitch retreat or that ass is deeeeeeead meat Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your fuckin feet They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street When N.O. meet, who gives a fuck about a poor neat scene? We got beef, so I'ma shoot'cha like a FAKE BITCH Let you know just who you fuckin' with But I ain't that type of nigga that's liable to shoot you over no DUMB SHIT! If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just cause you talk too much shit PLUS, you popped one of my boys Gankin niggas I'm gettin downright SCANDOLOUS!!!! (gunfire) YOU CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!!! So when you're out bitch, move or I won't step Cuz if I catch'cha I'ma drill ya in your fuckin chest I ain't gone gone ride by and pop, cause I might miss I'ma walk up to your FACE, Pop POINT BLANK BITCH!!! That's what you get, from out there tryin to go act bad Not even BRUCE LEE, could whoop a bullet ass Got'cha, come, get this ass whoopin If you bringing them niggas with ya, that's nothin I'm poppin' the clip in Nigga fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher You might run but I'ma CATCH 'EM!!!! Chorus (Mystikal) (Yo nigga you caught that bitch yet?) FUCK NO! I ain't caught that bitch yet I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project But I bet'cha, when I stop, runnin behind em Get up, pack my shit and I'll STOP, and then I'll fuckin find him Yo dumb ass in the street Fuck that shit, cuz I'ma catch your ass this week Monday, a one day when you go play (alot of gunfire), goes the A.K. Sprayin on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoe Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse How in the fuck you gone duck a twelve round burst? Hammin at that ass on Tuesday, put up the nine Go get the A.K. Bitch if I catch you in the mall Wednesday That's the day that ass fall Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day The day I'm blood thirsty Fuck that, wait til FRIDAY, PAYDAY!!!! Shoot'cha in your face and take your money, J Now wait til the weekend, heh, yeah Saturday, that's the day you go CREEPIN But you better be watchin your back cuz I'm sneakin (door noise) Waitin for my chance to do your ass in I don't give a fuck if it's on Sunday God gone have to forgive me, cuz I'ma shoot'cha in your head nigga Chorus |
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from Mystikal - Unpredictable (1997)
Unh....yeah... I got that Boot Camp Clicc in this muthafucka tonight Me |
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from Mystikal - Prince Of The South...The Hits (2004)
Mothafuckin' murderer x2
Murdered my sister the only thing ?I'm tryin to tell? is to take it to that nigga get that mutherfucker what I tell myself make that mutherfucka feel what Chell felt heavenly father but ?your will? to bring them tears to her eyes fuck the fussin and the fights why she have to die couldn't ?beleive my baby? to leave away from here so goddamn early I tried to tell her that nigga was bad news but she ain't heard me fact was that she love this bitch but she found love on the graveyard shift and how many ? mutherfuckin' quick lift, or spliff, on the fifth find my baby sister she ain't deserve that shit nigga you couldn't of, nigga you wouldn't put your hand on a women, how could it be my sister can't say I wouln't miss her but I wouln't forget cha get that bitch for every time he hit ya he gone pay for what he did ya MURDER! Motherfuckin Murderer x3 possesed that nigga that hurt her 100% black queen self ?every women? nigga you lost your fuckin' life when you took hers from her you took her from her brothers and her baby mother from her but after its said and done your ass gone burn like its summer even ?a fuck? bout a system sister was your victim fuck he said he didi it what the fuck you mean your being a victim fuck him, I'll get 'em be that nigga to deal with him cut him and split him, reverse that feelin' commited ?mutherfuckin? centuries under my ceilin' the paper said lacerations to her ? what did the killin' but thats on my first born to make him my first blood heavenly father but ?your will? to bring them tears to her eyes she would probably miss my partner she was cool with ? multiplied by the people she went to school with never the less, rest my sweet sister ?I'm about to? handle this buisness get that thing and kiss ya picture heavenly fatherhe done put me in that water but I got to get theat bitch for what he did to my momma daughter never dreamed he'd be the one to hurt her she died a bloody murder MURDER! Motherfuckin' Murderer x4 into the tick-tock of the wee hour shit started to get sour she was killed by that fuckin' coward how could nothin' take so much and no more was uppin' no more huggin' but his conciense know the truth so he fucked up and her memories was all that was left so to that I'm clutchin' she was taken out of your reach now you can't touch her unfortunatly also taken from us so we gotta sufer ?dabalin'? down to that last supper gotta hustle feelin' my album shake the devil up reconstruct this motherfucka I never slowed down just throw it down like I know how thought I do it like she would have wanted me to do it I still can't believe I lost her in the worst way she died wearin' my very first T-shirt on my birthday now what the fuck I'm supposed to celebrate would have celebrated if I caufgt his ass but I got in my ?bed? and its too late everybody gotta roll they must play no hollerin' when to pray but this mutherfucka gotta pay there will be no reasonable excuse for what you've done even ignored him when he started stealin' from me cause them was crumbs a raindrop to a river huh, a sinner to a christian a holler to a whisper she was the sole reason that I got along wich ya but I'm a never heal from the scars of what you did to my sister MURDERER! Motherfuckin' Murderer x6 |
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from Dangerous Ground - Music From the Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (데인저러스 그라운드) [ost] (1997) | |||||
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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
(G-Quikk)
Unh....yeah... I got that Boot Camp Clicc in this muthafucka tonight Me & my nigga 'Cise.... We done hooked some smooth shit up for y'all... And we bout to throw down in this bitch, ya heard mes? First Verse (G-Quikk & Mystikal): (G-Quikk) I had plenty of you niggas who that I couldn't, do it (Mystikal) Do what? (G-Quikk) Grab the pen and the paper, put the fire to the blunt, time to get to it Fuuuuuck how y'all niggas do it, She quick to pursue it til' his pockets smell like body fluid, Some niggas be walkin' up at the line, Blow job then slob on my knob, bitch I been the shit (Mystikal) BITCH I BEEN THE SHIT!!!!! (G-Quikk) Ain't nothin' you can do to me (Mystikal) What this muthafucka talkin' about nigga who me? (G-Quikk) Yeah you, said who see? I'm bout'z to make gash, drivin' 'em out quick fast, Bout time your muthafuckin' ass, Put a nigga on the muthafuckin' map with'cha bitch ass (Mystikal) Wit'cha bitch ass (G-Quikk) Takin' how long? (Mystikal) How long it took? (G-Quikk) It took a nigga thirteen muthafuckin' years just to make a rap song. But I'm on my winnings, in fact now niggas is jealous, Y'all niggas don't faze me, Hoes gone...hate me, Bust up and then I may get they lips bloody, Your back nutty, Aw, y'all niggas ain't ready for me, But if you want me, who clamps? I'm shell-bound, watch me throw down on my first go-round, Here's our shit, properly did it and now you're evicted, Now admit it, fuck that yin-yang, you talkin' behind my back Mr. Hood Critics, You're all on my dick hun, Get one, lick one, Shit son, talk about me? Jealous man, you're done, Fuck it, it's all good, I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga either, understood? Chorus (Mystikal & G-Quikk) (G-Quikk) You're all on my dick hun (Mystikal) Mr. Hood Critic (G-Quikk) Get one (Mystikal) Only way to keep my muthafuckin' name Out your muthafuckin' mouth Is to keep your muthafuckin' mouth SHUT! (x4) Second Verse (G-Quikk, Mystikal, & J-Dawg): (G-Quikk) Roll like a tank, Comin' cold like a shake, Every move that I make, Be smooth like a, snake, I got what it takes to make your eyes burn, Hooked up in the jazzy fifth, with the pee-wee sideburns, I dress better than a drug dealer, Cuz when I jump shop I'm on my job nigga, 20/20 couldn't see me (Mystikal) Who you? (G-Quikk) Q to the U to the I to the K, K, I be...... (J-Dawg) Follow me now, open sesame, You niggas ain't ready for the best of me, I'm takin' you niggas nuts and givin' you bitches a hysterectomy, I'm comin' up fast, runnin' in more ass, Sharp as glass, Bitch you might think this nigga be lickin' the pussy cuz my tongue fast, Hoe, but that's a no-no, Oh, you mean you don't know? Mr. Hood Critic told you what? I'm lickin' pussy on the down-low? Now if I'd did it, I'd admit it and walk around proud, But tellin' no fables, on this label, pussy eaters ain't allowed, Now I be comin' around the mountain like "Oh Susanna" (Mystikal) Nigga where the fuck you from? (J-Dawg) New Orleans, Louisiana, Home of the boot camp clicc, And now it's time for rest of you muthafuckas to bow down and respect the South shit, Get your mouth split, That's what thing that you can do up with this chemistry, The Boot Camp Clicc is droppin' bombs on the industry (G-Quikk) You all on my dick, hun (Mystikal) Mr. Hood Critic, the only way to keep my muthafuckin' name, From out your muthafuckin' mouth, Is to keep your muthafuckin' mouth SHUT! (G-Quikk) G's oh, G-Quikk's a G so, Want me to creep these hoes? I'ma keep these hoes, On they tippy-tippy toes, Shovin' that dick all in your daughter, Called a nigga, fucked a nigga, Sucked a lil' dick (Mystikal) BUT CAN'T GET A QUARTER!!!!! (G-Quikk) I'm not your everyday extraordinary busta, Another soldier out that boot camp, Bustin' you dick suckers (Mystikal) From walkin' round town tryin' to call Michelle, Hit slow like shit you jump now nigga (G-Quikk) Ain't nothin' colder, ain't nothin' cooler... Ooh! Don't let the smooth ice fool ya (Mystikal) Cuz I ain't that type of nigga to get my... (G-Quikk) Ass kicked (Mystikal) Caught 'em talkin' (G-Quikk) Cash hit (Mystikal) Cha-CHING! (G-Quikk) Bitch another smash hit Chorus (2x) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Baby baby get up what?
You'e already late for work What time is it? Its 10 : 30 Oh yeah I forgot tonight, I'm working the graveyard *I know my man is moving things 9 to 5 baby, I got a job baby. I hope one day my nigga change All the time baby I'm on the grind baby x2 I keeps that 9 in my drawers cuz you know I like to ball Nigga I ain't Warren G, but sometimes I want it all Flip a half into a whole, I mean an ounce into a brick. Get it for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your friends See in this game you get schisted I get some niggas that don't like me See the Ghettos trying to kill me, and the feds wanna indict me On a murder I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crew Because once you snitch then you threw but if u hustle then you true Would you live for this shit? would you die for the click? Sell your soul to get rich and run your mouth like a bitch *Repeat (x2) Nigga we hustle the streets so lets fuck the police My enemies don't want to see a nigga up on his feet I got the chrome for the haters and burbs on the table Give my life for my niggas and we splittin the paper They say thuggin is the secret that help a nigga fall OZ's flippin quickly to see we never fall The grind got us strapped with 9's on our lap The crime is a trap chop dimes of crack Hennesy got your mind if you slip you might die Penitentiaries give us time I'm fighting for mine If I die in this game send my soul to God I'm making mine in this game even though it's so hard *Repeat (x2) Yo baby, guess who stopped by today? who? guess? Your sister came from California? mnn mnnnn. I ain't got time for all this guessin I just got home from work Come on I want you to guess, we gonna play a game Your aunt from Jersey? mnn mnn, wrong again Who? The mother fucking ATF that's who? What? yes you know what I'm saying. What, you running them games on me? You let them in the house? Hell ya what am I supposed to do I didn't know what to do They wanted to search the house and if they find some Mother fucking dope in here they are gonna take my children Away and I can't be having that shit. Man, slow down, slow down. Slow down? slow down? i'ma slow down, i'ma slow down. You know what? I'm tired of this shit and another thing I called your mother fucking work today and guess what they told me. You haven't been to work in the last 6 months Now what you been doing huh? How the fuck you think you get all this shit you have? I don't know how I get it. you tell me that's what I want to know. You don't want it? Tell me where you get it from. Don't play with me you know what happening Hmm hmm I know what's happening. you know what? I don't want this shit. Fuck it all. Fuck it all |
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from Mystikal - Mind Of Mystikal (1996)
laughing)
Walking through the mind of Mystikal No holds barred Still don't give a fuck about ya'll I'm still not the nigga to fuck with busta ?? the average nigga don't fuck with me Fool a nigga in size, ain't much none of ya'll niggas can do with me Typically speakin, i'm not what your seekin Now vision the rhymes that I be keepin I fuck like a mohican, ain't drunk like them demons, I'm quicker then one of those puerto ricans Get it off your chest Don't run on my set, i'm breakin your neck If you gettin upset i'm breakin a sweat Ya'll niggas ain't ready yet I'm catching my breath, ya'll niggas ain't findin wind I'm keepin they momma from tryin again I done fucked up more niggas then Henikken Fuck, i'm cute as a puppy, you smart as a guppy Now how you gonna fuck me, that bitch get lucky she fucked me And now that hoe can't stop thinkin of me I'm thinkin of much wealth, come tell ya how gettin fucked felt Ask them niggas that know me now Even them bitches will tell you i'm somthin else Bitches, they like my good looks But niggas can't stand that right hook They might look but they stay put I done stomped more niggas than Big Foot What I mean is i'm grand, you can't fuck with this peacan man You don't know who i'am, you goin too fast, slow down Tito, damn (chorus) Nigga go ring the alarm I came in this bitch, and i'm in the swarm My niggas are already armed Were turnin this bitch into Vietnam Nigga go ring the alarm I came in this bitch, and i'm in the swarm My niggas are already armed Were turnin this bitch into Desert Storm I stick to the left like a thumb tack I hum that to the drum track No wives, tote no knifes, Bitch i'm sharper then a pair of Filas See i'm humble, you fuckin 'em right, i'm makin 'em mumble Don't stumble, hoe I ??? the seen it for your fuckin gumbo When a homie compare me, but spare me i'm a rap figure Please never don't dare me, bitch I barely kept an ? nigga I run with the real niggas, they kill, they them ill niggas You best to chill niggas, I don't fuck with them run-of-the-mill niggas Here's what you gonna feel nigga: Heavy pressure from both sides, as the brain collides I'm tellin them lip lies, I hang with hip guys I split thighs, bitch don't ask me for shit You get nothin, no tighter then grip ? Fuck nigga, don't bother me and try to be, and tired of me Walkin out the hood with more bitches number then lottery Look, I like fuckin around, but I ain't fuckin with no fuckery Luckily, none of you niggas in here ain't cold enough to fuck with me Fuck niggas can't touch that, no ??, get the fuck back Fore you find yourself achin from you ass crack to your nut sack I run these hoe brand niggas from the back of the map To the front of China Just when you thought it was safe to back in the water, I'm right behind ya We as one must combine to never be stopped nann man Novice, servants, fiendins, demons, devils, Griffins, goons, raidin rebels Women, wizards, warlocks, witches Punk fags like bitches Gold, platnium, silver, copper Any kind of pussy popper gets wopped or chopped When Mystikal hits that door, now watch Nigga want a big cock, get popped like Hitchcock When I rib shot, when I hip hop, that zip lock thats thick knot Ohh, it's goin though me, got me struttin When E.F. Hutton talks everybody listens chorus 2x |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
*Life is serious out here on these streets
Got us curious but were just trying to eat x2 Why cry now inhale the pain is gone Get your life back together it's time to move I know it was your baby daddy I saw you kiss him Hold up little boy screaming Jesus I miss him Ain't nobody gonna treat you they way he did He left you with biggest gift he made a kid Now you grab him and smile remember your man Even though the life you want it didn't go as plan With no money for the baby never held a job When the rent was due he always grab the chopper and ride What you blushing I know you love my nigga In the casket at 22 he didn't figure You was mad at the funeral seeing his hoes But he kept it real with you like an thug suppose You chose to love my nigga that you met in the Ville You gonna always love my dog even though he got killed *Repeat (x2) Smile know Kendall I know you miss my nigga Two kids to raise without an father figure And your youngest son screaming my daddy going to heaven You and Bobby Phills always suppose to be together And everytime you see ball make you wanna cry Cause my nigga had G and you know he could rise From the streets to the big league From the ghetto to the palm trees We pour liquor caused he moved on You shed tears but you stayed strong And at the funeral made jokes about his birthday His last words was same time but a different place *Repeat And a time I burn a cross For the nigga I lost One slug took the life of my young thug in cold blood R.I.P. to every daddy on Ken D I'm missing ya'll till this cold earth send me Sippin a sprite Breakin my life When the day turn night and just write Till I bed wrinkle Dippin these hoes till I plant sequel Running around with that desert eagle Like it was a bit legal I got a call from my uncle state Said it will be a while for they let him out them gates Drop the phone as the tears hit the tip of my ears I'm gonna disappear if he gotta serve more years *Repeat (x2) |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
[Master P] Woman like my momma Ain't no woman like my momma (11X) Sharin liquor with the homies, reminiscin bout the old days Cookin dinner in your kitchen listenin to the Bar-Kays When I got suspended momma, you taught me the rules When I was sick, you came got me from school And even though, I never had a daddy Momma took me where I need to go in a old school caddy And even though times were hard momma made sure the rent was there A single parent on welfare but momma kept her kids neat, that's why we understand And we couldn't fold name brands And momma even rode the Greyhound to see her little man, when he was locked down And even though I life the STREET LIFE Momma prayin for her baby, hope he get his mind right It feel good to see momma on top I told you if I make it momma you won't be forgot [Chorus: repeat 2X] [singers] Momma life ain't cool [Master P] Ain't no woman like my momma [singers] Tell me what would I do without you [Master P] Ain't no woman like my momma [Mystikal] I thank God, for keeping you strong, but you keep me strong Things'd be different if, momma wasn't home Who gon' fix the grits and eggs and smoked sausage Teach me and love me and raise me and watch me Who gon' lift my spirits when I get sad? I was seven years old when I lost dad Discipline me when I need a stain whip on my ass Who gon' take the slack and carry the load? Trying to accept the fact but I was too young to understand Make ends meet while in the grocery stores? that had me happy on my birthday and merry at Christmas? Who's the single parent to me and my big sister Stood by and didn't leave, just because Who took care of us, did everything for us? we was yours, she was ours Who was still sweet when everything went sour? You mom! [Chorus] [Silkk the Shocker] I couldn't imagine gettin this far, without you Even when the bills was due, you found a way to come through Even though we didn't have money, we seemed rich You was side by side when I was sick We had each other me and my sisters and brothers, forget the other shit Early in the morning, cooking eggs and grits You was the first one up, but you was the last one sleepin Couldn't live our life for us so, let us know Made sure we had somethin to eat, last one to eatin Wanted to tell us, but you had to just, let us grow Gettin older now, soon have to, let us go Didn't know how to tell you how much you meant to me We was goin through some things momma but you never, let it show And I only get one of you so I, cherish the times So I wrote that line So wherever you at, I hope you doin fine You did so much for me then, I'll do the same for you in time [Chorus] [Chorus w/o Master P]
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
Man these niggas... They might have to learn the hard way. Y'all gon' learn. (Y'all gon' learn!) (Yeah y'all gon' learn!) Mystikal, Snoop nigga, Silkk the Shocker nigga (They gon' learn!) (We gon' teach em!) [Mystikal] [Silkk] Nah! Come on come on (Come on!) Come on nah, come on Come on come on (What, what) Come on (Come on) Nah! I'm quick to bang bang bang, pop pop pop [Mystikal] I'll kick in the fuckin door before I knock knock knock You gon' duck duck duck when I buck buck buck Lay yo shit down, I'm comin to get down Actin bad bad bad and I'm fuckin somethin up To a big eyed, big pussied big bootied bitch I'm cute Count my money, 20,000 dollars times my shoe size when I get down But to a motherfuckin buster I'm a sabretooth I'm comin to get you, ain't no savin you I'm five times stronger than the hate for niggas in the heart of David Duke I turn ya upside down, shake the dope out you I take your style from ya, and your pride from ya and take your high from ya I'll bless ya, way before the ha-choo Can't nobody fuck this bitch up like I do [Chorus:][ X 6] Let's go do it! Nah! [Snoop Dogg] Let's go do it! Let's do it! I'm at my pad actin bad and my bitch got me mad But I'm gon let my khakis sag and continue to mash Blue flag around my head, gold tank on my chest Motherfuck y'all niggas talkin shit out west I'm down south hustlin, crushin, bustin on punk busters When y'all see us, a hundred thousand deep, duck us I know them niggas wanna rush us, but can't touch us What the fuck y'all figure? I keep a can of repellent for you suckers, motherfuckers Dogg Pound crip on mine, and I kill ya Big Snoop Dogg, yeah I'm still that same old nigga Gang bangin, P don't mind, I feel ya If you cross that line, it's a thin line Between the nine millimeter and that hairline Real niggas feel us, especially them bonafide cold hard killers Trigger, nigga, cap peelers and drug dealers With all that jaw jackin you bitch ass niggas keep yappin Now I know y'all niggas don't want us to get things crackin Let's go do this Mystikal, what the fuck we waitin for nigga? I'm slappin niggas in they face for the nine eight [Chorus] [Silkk] Get up, like a robbery, nigga fuck fuck Y'all don't want no problems with us us That's real cuz after I rob a nigga, what what Problem here, let them niggas go, followed by a buck buck So forget what you sayin nigga fuck you and fuck who you with You shoulda know motherfuckers, who you were fuckin with Silkk the Shocker motherfucker, that's my last time Made Man, motherfucker, little brother of the Last Don Niggas talkin about you got beef with this nigga All hoods talkin about you better have a meet with this nigga Cuz that's that nigga, (Who?) That's that nigga How could I beef with this nigga? (Who you talkin about?) Everybody talkin about I can sleep with my heat, I can even sleep with a freak (That's him?) That's that nigga I can do a lot of things, I just can't sleep with no beef Like you can't eat with no teeth you can't rob the police Just like you can't cook with no heat When I get to comin, ain't no comin wet When I get to bustin, fuck all y'all, ain't no comin back See you shoulda known, I wasn't scared of no nigga All Mystikal and Snoop gotta say is one thing Talk about, let's go get em [Chorus till fade]
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
Testin testin testin You can hear me, what what what? MIC, check one, check, check check You can hear me? YO! I'm loud enough? Yo! Mic mic, micraphone, check, check Yo, can you hear me? Yo! [Chorus: repeat 2X w/ variations throughout] YIKES!!! You know what I like? (What?) I keep it hype, the words that I write (Oh) I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic (Huh?) I say my rhyme LOUD, with all of my might [Verse One:] People say that nigga CRAZY, I'm throwin off I raise my voice up then, GO OFF!! The king of different, titan of screamin chantin louder than a hundred people clappin (GO) keep them fuckin speakers crackin Rockin it, about to ROLL The sticker on the tag can't make it ragged Vocals that'll blow horns til your ass in traction Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket BLING BLING comin through, not excuse me I'm the nigga that's makin this loud ass music [Chorus] [Verse Two:] The doctor slapped my ass, so I've been hollerin since an infant Gotta make sure they hear me cause I wants my attention! Disturb the class, so I stayed in detention Couldn't whisper when I was talkin so they sent me to the office The principal say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?" Said, "I try to be quiet but I just can't seem to lower the volume" "Hmm, what's your name?" "Michael Tyler" "Perhaps you'd be interested in joining our school choir?" Said, "Nah that's for funny boys" "Either that or a suspension," while you roll, HERE I COME BOY I wanna holla, but I gotta try: *clears throat* DOE RAY MI FAH SOH! Ahh no! That ain't gonna cut it, that ain't gonna get it Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try something ath-letic" But I'm too clumsy so I went to the band But I made more noise honkin than I did when I was playin! YIKES!!! That ain't workin so I'm leavin The very next day I was in ROTC Had no problems soundin off like I had a pair, THREE FOUR But I just ain't like them tight ass green pants that I had to wear All this ? made me tired, on top of that one of my teachers wanna see my ass outside I went downstairs to the yard When I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads I said, "You lookin for me? I'm the one who be talkin loud" She said, "Damn, nigga we need you on our cheerleadin squad" HELL NO, never ever Trevor Either that or a report card filled with the F letter GO, TEAM, FIGHT, WIN Nah this shit ain't cool, FUCK THESE TEACHERS AND THIS SCHOOL Got a loud mouth but I don't know what to use it for 'til they told me that they was gon' put me in the TALENT SHOW [Chorus] |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
Uhh, what uhh poof, fuck, jump round jump Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch C'mon jump, jump jump round, jump jump I ain't got no mo ass left BITCH I rapped it off You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off What in the fuck is you thinkin? You can't do shit if you stankin!!! Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done I give a fuck what you bringin Cuz my dick still gon' be swangin Hike nigga, hut one, nigga want some?! You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!! Ain't nuttin to fuck ya up, representin where I come from Fronts and brown blunts, you oughta get down some Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em Valiums and speed but we don't do weed Steroids and alcohol, still a fuckin athlete Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock Bout to run the rock home In the pocket on the field, without gettin touched!!!! Yo' ace boom coon in the hole in the clutch [ :] Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!!! Watcha wanna do?! Watcha gonna do?! Let me know girl, jump, jump!!! You get tackled by the style I'm usin Cuts and lacerations, broken bones, and open sores I got all of my adversaries cruisin for a brusin with contusions Ripped spleens, sprained ankles, and broken nose I'ma bust the microphones I rip on I step on the stage and get my grip on That's when you get stiff armed It's on and I'm the shit homes!!!! My alter-ego and its cool when I talk to P I'm the center of attention, topic of the discussion I fucked around and lost count of bitches I put the dick on They fuckin call me the home-town hero I'm off the heezy, I'm the reason for this pimp rap!! It's understood they already know without me sayin nothin So stuck on myself sometimes it's like I ain't got no mind It's been like that since these niggas been down here wearin badges I say fuck it dawg and go for the crowd like the goal line!! [ ] Nigga you just like ten yards, always the first down Be the first motherfucker off the bus but be the last nigga to clown Ol' sometime ass nigga ol' fake regular regular, I keep these niggas sippin on super dick and advil everyday common-ass no drama-ass nigga Punishin they motherfuckin ass and keepin it dat real Ain't nothin you can do to keep a nigga off the score board It's fourth and four - FUCKIN RIGHT I'M GOIN FOR IT!!! Jump, Jump [ : ] Jump, round, jump Jump, round, jump watcha wanna do?! LET ME KNOW GIRL, JUMP, JUMP!!! watcha gonna do?! |
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from Mystikal - Let's Get Ready (2000)
(Mystikal's human door opening)
Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch Uhh, what uhh poof fuck, jump round jump C'mon jump, jump, jump round, jump jump I ain't got no more answers left, bitch i rap it all You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off What in the fuck is you thinkin? You can't do shit if you stankin!!! Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done I give a fuck what you bringin Because my ????? elbows be swingin You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!! Hike nigga, hut what Nigga want some?! Ain't nothin for ya represent where i come from Front son, brown blood, I'll lay all of you down son!!! Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em Values and ????? Sterroids and alcohol still a fuckin athlete Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock Bout to run the rock home Yo ace brew crew and a hole in the clutch and a pocket on the field And the down gets touhed!!!! Chorus 2x: Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!!! Watcha wanna do?! Watcha gonna do?! Let me know girl, jump, jump!!! You can tell by the style of losin I got all of my adveseries cruisin for a brusin with contusions Cuts, atserations, broken bones, and open soars Ripped spleans, sprained ankles, and broken noses I bust the microphones i flip on!!! I step on the stage and get my grip on That's when you get you get the skip on!! It's on and I'm the shit homes!!!! I fucked around and lost count of bitches I put the dick on My ????? And I'm cool when I talk to P They fuckin call me the home-town hero Im the center of attention The topic of the discussion It's understood they already know with out me sayin nothin It's been like that since these niggas been down here wearin badges I'm off the heasy!!!!! I'm the reason for this pimp rap!!! So I stumble over myself sometimes like I ain't got no mind I said fuck it dawg I'm over the crowd like the goal-line!!!!!!!! Chorus Nigga you just like ten yards Always the fisrt down Be the first muthafucka off the bus and the last nigga to clown Ol' sometime ass nigga ol' fake regular regular everyday common ass No drama ass nigga I keep these niggas sippin' on super dick and advil Punch 'em in their muthafuckin ass and keepin it that real Ain't nothin you can do to keep a nigga off the score board It's fourth and four FUCKIN RIGHT IM GONE!!!! Chorus:4x Jump, round, jump Jump, Jump Jump, round, jump watcha wanna do watcha gonna do JUMP, JUMP!!! |