Mystikal

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

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

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

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

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)

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

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

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

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]

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!

<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..

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)

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:

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

[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]

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]

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

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

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.

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)

[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 ]

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

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

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

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

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:

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)

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

(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)

[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

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

(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

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)

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

(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

[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.

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]

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

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

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

(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)

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

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)

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)

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

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

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!)

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



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*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

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....

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

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

[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]

(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)

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

Unh....yeah...
I got that Boot Camp Clicc in this muthafucka tonight
Me

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

(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)

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

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&nbsp;??? 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&nbsp;? 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&nbsp;?
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&nbsp;??, 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

*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)

[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]

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]

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]

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?!

(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!!!