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1. _ Mystikal Fever
Humph, Come on [Verse 1] 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 Rappa, Killa , loaded, beat, swivel, shark, butchers meat [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 [chorus] 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 [Verse 2] keep my muthafuckin’ 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 muthafuckin’ 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 pilla’s hustlas to ballas gangstas and cap pilla’s hustlas and gangstas gangstas and cap pilla’s hustlas to ballas gangstas and cap pilla’s [chorus] 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 [Verse 3] I’ll go pound for pound wit the knuckle cuffin’ muthafucka 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…. [chorus] 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 more free lyrics |
2. _ Jump
[Mystikal's human door opening] Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch Uhh, what uhh poof, fuck, jump round jump C'mon jump, jump jump round, jump jump I ain't got no mo ass left BITCH I rapped it off You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off What in the fuck is you thinkin? You can't do shit if you stankin!!! Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done I give a fuck what you bringin Cuz my dick still gon' be swangin You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!! Hike nigga, hut one, nigga want some?! Ain't nuttin to fuck ya up, representin where I come from Fronts and brown blunts, you oughta get down some Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em Valiums and speed but we don't do weed Steroids and alcohol, still a fuckin athlete Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock Bout to run the rock home Yo' ace boom coon in the hole in the clutch In the pocket on the field, without gettin touched!!!! [Chorus 2x:] Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!!! Watcha wanna do?! Watcha gonna do?! Let me know girl, jump, jump!!! You get tackled by the style I'm usin I got all of my adversaries cruisin for a brusin with contusions Cuts and lacerations, broken bones, and open sores Ripped spleens, sprained ankles, and broken nose I'ma bust the microphones I rip on I step on the stage and get my grip on That's when you get stiff armed It's on and I'm the shit homes!!!! I fucked around and lost count of bitches I put the dick on My alter-ego and its cool when I talk to P They fuckin call me the home-town hero I'm the center of attention, topic of the discussion It's understood they already know without me sayin nothin It's been like that since these niggas been down here wearin badges I'm off the heezy, I'm the reason for this pimp rap!! So stuck on myself sometimes it's like I ain't got no mind I say fuck it dawg and go for the crowd like the goal line!! [Chorus] Nigga you just like ten yards, always the first down Be the first motherfucker off the bus but be the last nigga to clown Ol' sometime ass nigga ol' fake regular regular, everyday common-ass no drama-ass nigga I keep these niggas sippin on super dick and advil Punishin they motherfuckin ass and keepin it dat real Ain't nothin you can do to keep a nigga off the score board It's fourth and four - FUCKIN RIGHT I'M GOIN FOR IT!!! [Chorus:4x] Jump, round, jump Jump, Jump Jump, round, jump watcha wanna do?! watcha gonna do?! LET ME KNOW GIRL, JUMP, JUMP!!! more free lyrics |
3. _ Big Truck Boys
[Chorus 2x] Buckle Up Boy Dont Give a fuck boy Here The Gillatine Big Ryders With The rest of the Big Trunk boys Leather Shit With the Big Chrome Boy Hit 'em with flat double barrel Big strung Boy [Mystikal] Dont Get Caught Up with my big truck boy Fuck Up Doggg!! Respect My Line And Keep my shit clean Aint Gone Let The Big Buck Fall White On Black Tinted Windows With the big black dog Nigga Slippin Bitches Toten Trying To Get Knocked Off Its With the corna Shit Sidewalk 3 6 Hard Aint No Mutha Fucka know whats on my old man log From Yall with the paint balls Horrible Dogs Ten hut but i can pay for it fog fog Somebody follin me in my rear view and it probaly them lawerys Thinkin im slanging that powder But I aint bout to cop no charge Thats the pt crosier Double R no job But i aint got no time im bout to ride to the frayer Hope they dont bring my shit back cause he aint to far If they take my shit strait over to buisness for war im talkin better you got the yak yay I said i aint got the day I said you strait Yes im on my way with my shit THATS what i did broke off head show me whats up thats what i said Hot curds front light in the streets wodie wanted every small car 5 10 east [Chorus 2x] [Mystikal] Tellin a motha fucka to strada talk on the phone drinks grada state troopers can kiss my ass the rest of you Bitches gone eat my dust Hit the city limit Lyrics start Yellin "thats my truck" Pull Up the red light tring to watch which nigga bone get back bra Packin towla gone rollin through town catch up with the fella with drug dealls hooka's and stella's better watch out for car jackers some of the bitchs ass niggas jelouse Betta lock you tower girl they comin to get yo need devoloped uptown hot be serivin like they be slappin round nigga's them nigga got a gillatin in they navigator on the back niggas standin dancin Keepin this nigga on the nextel wont even awnser some white nigga tryin to be like a snake dont even know whats happening [Chorus 2x] [Mystikal] Belive me niggas on 18 & 19 20 up tinted up piped up tank up filled up grilled up loaded siked up hyped up iced up polo striped up might up they want fresh cuts they rush all like big trucks Big house big car big dogs like big stuff big piano pig feet pig smoked hut hut hut I like the to let the sun roof to let the wind blow my hair I tured on 5th avenue boom! there them nigga's go right there lookin at all them guns will do harm to yo eye balls these niggas live you might not see can the side walk showing off with some thing mystikal drip drop He aught know being a dog he gone tag it looking like he gone charge at me cut nigga drinkin taboscian mixed with wine put it 1 i put em with a cat fish dangrous niggas having fun holling at q we got a show in florida here we come [Chorus till fade] more free lyrics |
4. _ The Braids
[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:] more free lyrics |
5. _ Ready to Rumble
Let's start something dog Let's make it happen [Chorus - repeat 2X] 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' 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!! [Chorus 1.5X] 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 [Chorus [to fade]] more free lyrics |
6. _ Danger (Been So Long)
You know what time it is nigga, and you know who the fuck this is. DANGER! DANGER! Get on the floor! The nigga right chea! Sing it! [Chorus:] Been so long (sing it!) Since, he's been on So please (get on the floor!) Show me (the nigga right chea!) What it is that you want to see [Mystikal:] Go tell the DJ to put my shit on I'm keepin' you niggas and bitches in jump from the minute I get on Taking they shit off, showing they tattoos, screamin, and hollerin' and all Got the gift to come up with it, put it together, deliver it, make them feel it, bitch I been on! Sharp! Like you pulled me out the pencil sharpener Bad! Like that student in the principal's office Put rappers in coffins They dive like dolphins I'm the ???? lyrical marvel ??????? officer Watch yourself! Or fuck around and get beside yourself I know! Go ahead though Bounce them titties, shake ya ass, drop that pussy Stay in line hoe Fuck a think, cuz you can can Cocked up, head down, pussy poppin' on a handstand Leave that pussy smoking If you gonna lose something Then bend over, and bust that pussy open [Chorus x 2] [Mystikal] My fuckin' concert line around the corner Parking cars, niggas lookin' for they bitch, nothing on her! You lookin' good momma Why? Pshh, what's up homie? Sirens, limousines, and the club owner Ya bitch you! If you late, ain't no getting in this bitch Cuz it's filling up Inside packed from the floor to the ceiling up The building ain't big enough! I'm backstage bouncing Adrenalin building up! The pussy cutter Did I stutter? The heart flooder Make your woman drawers melt like butter Down like Nelly Hype like "Belly" The rhyme seller! Kick ass like Jim Kelly! Stand up, round out, boot up and frown Tell a nigga if he wanna try it Then bitch come on down! No sweat, no blood, no tears And if I tell you it's the shit Then BITCH THAT'S WHAT IT IS! [Chorus x 2] DANGER! Talkin 'bout DANGER! Motherfucker look! Get on the floor! The nigga right chea! DANGER! (Motherfucker) Watch your back! DANGER! (Look look) Nigga what! (look look) Get on the floor! The nigga right chea! Get 'em up!!! [Chorus x 2] DANGER! DANGER! GET ON THE FLOOR! THE NIGGA RIGHT CHEA! SING IT! DANGER! DANGER! GET ON THE FLOOR! THE NIGGA RIGHT CHEA! HUH! This is my motherfuckin' floor! more free lyrics |
7. _ I Rock, I Roll
[Mystikal's "human door" opens twice] Huh, BOOM! Huh.. guess who it is? I rock, I roll.. tear this motherfucker up (tear this motherfucker up) Let's get ready to rumble!! [Mystikal] I come in this bitch to get paid to bust flow, I come for the gumbo They know me for kickin they ass from here to El Segundo Let's get ready to rumble!!! Shit sparks, spit flames the coldest thing up under the sun though Spendin your money on them niggaz you're wastin you time cause I'm the one hoe! Smokin the blunt smoke, stay out of my bundle I swung with the blast, I've never been matched I hop on the track like a jump rope I come with the guillotine to cutthroat Holdin it down, fuckin y'all up but the rest of them suckers be unsho' Me? YEAH, I'm blessed - if you don't know Pack a big boner, heavy strutured AND hung low Wrecking-ball nuts and dick touch the flo' If it's on yo' chest then bitch let me know!! I hope you don't think I'm a runnin I know you don't think I'm scared You must of forgot who the fuck that I am The man with the braids - BEWARE!! That's yo' ASS Mr. Postman Got them niggaz stompin and swingin with both hands [Chorus 2X: Mystikal] I rock, I roll Tear this motherfucker up - let's get ready to rumble! Shuttin systems down! You ready for war? Start somethin, start fightin [Chorus 1/2 again] [Mystikal] Bats and pipes - broken bottles, glass, and knives Jump in the mix and don't handle yo' business and a nigga gon' turn out yo' lights!! You'll be gettin' yo' stupid self up askin' the people "Which one of y'all hit me?" I don't know the way you went down looked like the ground was slippery Attack 'em with sawed-offs, and niggaz get throwed off The party get called off, when niggaz get sawed-offs Go get my meat to meet and give me that raw dog You, go get you a nasty, givin that pussy you bought off I come with the real I be with them niggaz with booted up grills We don't do promotional shows that shit don't pay my bills Keep it in the ballin ballin, promoters callin Videos jumpin off nigga this the real New Orleans! My neck of the woods, my side of the hood my part of town Thugs, drugs, and violence - y'all niggaz is watered down When I perform I'm that calm And I'm the shit on the record I hit the studio and show 'em! [Chorus] [Mystikal] I rock, I roll I roll, we by hype Knockin 'em out, throwin 'em away, keep 'em off Takin 'em out, bustin they head, breakin 'em off! [Chorus] [Mystikal ad libs to fade] more free lyrics |
8. _ Family
[Chorus: Mystikal & Girl] Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from right chere) Where's ya family?, mighty family, Where's ya family?, mighty family (from right chere) [repeat] [Verse 1: Mystikal & Female singer] I heat up the way coffee be Tasty like pastry Got mo' flavors than parsely With 9 aunties and 2 uncles I got a lot of cousins, so watch how you talk to me Good ol' places, good ol' times, doing good ol' thangs That was just the good ol' days, most of my people still look the same All though we deep in the numbers, Our feelings is close as the lotto ya heard me We originated in Louisiana way back in the 1930's On the farm in the son of mister and misses Joyner and Mary Tyler Hooked up with they daughter, Daughter Josephine the difference do you know what I mean She was on the cotton field He was on the farm where the cows get killed Then they moved off the plantation Then ??? came in a few mo' years First came Rosa Lee, then Lord June Bug, then Anna Lee Then Louise and Alberta, then my mama came who they call Marie Without a breather, um, here come Mary Alice, and Linda Po' Grandma stayed bare foot, pregnant, and always baring Don't worry be happy, whatever we got we was glad that we had it After that, here come the last three, (Who was?) Loyce, Alan, and Kathy [Chorus: Mystikal & Female singer] Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from right chere) Where's ya family?, mighty family, Where's ya family?, mighty family (from right chere) [repeat] [Verse 2: Mystikal] And I'm just another kid, that come from one of the children of dear papa One of Booko grandchildren, Represent Lawerence and Elizabeth Tyler (like who?) And my cousin Harry, cousin Becky, my cousin's Derita and Larry Rocky, Walter, and Herbert, Meeky, and Tiffany, Cynthia, Dede, and Tary, Poncho, Erica and Junior, Mimi, Defra, Petey, Cheryl and Buster Jermaine and Fayette, Ronald and Donald, my crazy twin cousins Albert, Lil' Will, and Tasha, Trenette, Shirlet, Robby and Ranisha Lisa, Lil' Alan and Derrick and Teddy, Michelle, Marquel, and Michael and Rece, and Ronisha, Cory and Brandon, Ranika, Christy, and Marty and Kisha Craig, Geremy, Chad and Millian, my child Tary, ??? and Robel Ariel and Lawerence Anthony, Dazy, Courtney and Jaren Mikey, Brittney, and Kelan, Lil' Brian, Arian and Lil' Harry Keke and Brian junior, Nikki, Lil' Donald, and Donyette, And the people I forgot, Uncle Lynn, Uncle George, and Bafay and Auntie Debroah [Chorus: Mystikal & Female Singer] Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from right chere) Where's ya family?, mighty family, Where's ya family?, mighty family (from right chere) [repeat] [Verse 3: Mystikal] Now that you know about my family ties, and my family history, and my family size I done took ya back five generations and broke it down for ya, Now haven't I? From greatgrandparents to grandparents, Mama's and daddy's and Uncle's and Aunties To all of my in-law'es, nana's pa raisers and nephews and niece's From moma's and papa's, stomach still growing so the number increases From sisters and brothers, baby daddy's, baby mama's, branch cousins and play cousins So watch how you look at me, You never know who I'm kind to when you pasting If you ain't in ya own back yard better be careful coz we just might ax ya [Chorus: Mystikal & Female singer] Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from here) Tell me where you from round? (I'm from right chere) Where's ya family?, mighty family, Where's ya family?, mighty family (from right chere) [repeat] [Female singer & Mystikal till fade [various ways]:] You better watch how you look at me Cause I'm from here more free lyrics |
9. _ Come See About Me
[Da Brat] Mystikal…what’s up nigga It’s the brat tat tat Lettin the whole mutherfukin world know I got yo back If you don’t like what my nigga mystikal do Come see about that shit Step to em’ (you know what I’m sayin) If you don’t like what I do step to me we gon’ see bout yo muthafuckin’ ass nigga…. [Da Brat] If I do somethin’ you don’t like come and see about it you wanna box? get yo dukes up I’ma be bout it and ride off into the sunset with the windows down feed out it I got a foul mouth I blow weed out it separate these thighs get the prize and eat out it ain’t no other bitch rowdy like me S-O-S-O def you see cay y’all bitch ass niggas been hurtin’ me since the first day worst way to kill em’ is to hit the top of the charts first week out R&B billboards leave yo fake ass manger home and if you need a nigga to come see about me come along I keep my enemies at fault Don’t need em’ friendly I make at least 25 just to breathe on the beat Tell me … how many niggas wanna FUCK this bitch named Brat 60644 is where I’m at Come see [Chorus] You’ll like me? Come see about me You got a problem? Come see about me Then hurry up Come see about me Wsup whodi! Come see about me You’ll like me? Come see about me You got a problem? Come see about me Then hurry up Come see about me Wsup whodi! Come see about me [Petey Pablo] [knocking at a door] who is dat ? The burning man. The burning man? Yeah Came here to burn some ass You don’t see the burning man? You don’t see the blazin’ hand? You don’t smell it when I walk pass? (who smokin’ in here?) That’s SoSo the brat raw Petey Pab and Mystikal Not nann’ one of y’all can fuck these bulldawgs known for breakin’ the law just came home I’ma get it on bout this damn microphone Who da best? Who said dis and who said dat? Here go trhee of the best on this godamn track You can believe dat I’m willin to bet my jive check You don’t rewind dis back something wrong wit yo deck I’ma can’t forget spit it off the wall type shit Naw he didn’t I’m talking bout y’all type shit Green erotic Chavern Hill type shit Betta send them folks to check for dis Cause I’m the one to lean on [Chorus] You’ll like me? Come see about me You got a problem? Come see about me Then hurry up Come see about me Wsup whodi! Come see about me You’ll like me? Come see about me You got a problem? Come see about me Then hurry up Come see about me Wsup whodi! Come see about me [Mystikal] This one is for your Majesty, his Lordship, your Excellency Bitch barely can see me Definitely know they can’t stand next to me Dick get hard like rot wielder’s (you can handle it) You know that funky break down get y’all shit adrenaline standin’ Gon’ kill em’ in New Orleans like killa’s from Georgia As cold as artic recorded in Georgia 90 proof thru the roof Y’all niggas pink lemonade I hit the booth yo hold group bes’ ventilated Such a bunch of cowards Ain’t worth the dirt that come off my ass and Go down the drain when I take my shower My Expedition be a Eddie Bauer Sometimes I gotta comb these fuckin’ rappers hair fix they collar Wanna be like me? Want to take yo picture? Write that down Be a man and tell them bitches what you calls em’ I’ma south cowboy Howdy!! Call them people tell em’ see about me [Chorus] You’ll like me? Come see about me You got a problem? Come see about me Then hurry up Come see about me Wsup whodi! Come see about me You’ll like me? Come see about me You got a problem? Come see about me Then hurry up Come see about me Wsup whodi! Come see about me [Mystikal] Come from out that Cajun I stay ragin’ Keep it blazin’ bitch I’m crazy half-man half- amazin’ half way off the charts and bitch I’m half-way in yo ass I’m only….half way with this track and got half y’all mad Damn ! Soon as I come in this bitch you know I’m comin’to spit you somethin’ The microphone is considered a bad rappin’ muthafucker I’ll bust yo ass up Like a muthafuckin’ bug stuck on the windshield wiper washer I gets a temper tantrum, for Mr.Shit-Talker The funk havin’ champion knock your shoes off I’ll cut cha’ like I’m new barber with no guard on bitch I’m stupid like I lost a few marbles still ballin’ still tossin’ em’ still holdin’ Mc’s hands takin’ they ass across the street walkin’ em’ so let me know when you’re ready to bust and go head on the pavement bring yo ass you don’t need no fuckin’ invitation [Chorus] You’ll like me? Come see about me You got a problem? Come see about me Then hurry up Come see about me Come see about me You’ll like me? Come see about me You got a problem? Come see about me Then hurry up Come see about me Wsup whodi! Come see about me Come see about me Come see about me more free lyrics |
10. _ Ain't Gonna See Tomorrow
[Mystikal] Listen!...Listen!...huh...Listen! God forgive me but you can't do shit no mo' The water ain't no good, the grass don't grow Never mention schools ain't safe no mo' killing in the 1st grade six years old Ask yo self this, In what kind of world is that to raise yo children Then again it really don't matter, where you gone go, you still gotta live it Let's face reality, stop talking bout peace that's a thing of the past But then again that's a bald face lie, cause a few years ago you was hanging my ass ??? no presidents, sometimes the whole world just pressed up against me Think about it, young black man, come up set up for penitentary Do the math, all on you, choose yo path,be a leader, pray for strength Know when to cap and when to blast Get back on track, we damn near got past crack, then every dope dealer got snatched back, But we already black on black, that's sad Is it really in our nature what make it so bad But I ain't no better then the rest of ya'll, Plus I came up in a house wit out no dad I knew that you left, you didn't won't to But that how it is, Lord help us, You know what we going through [Hook:] It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, that's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get it together, But some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow [Mystikal] Somebody tell me what you get in a relationship with nothing but silence, silence We ain't married so we can't get divorced so the only thing left is domesticated violence When a man uses a woman to take out his problems He abuses that woman, then man must recognize this and stop it We got two kids and you pregnant again so how can we profit That's BULLSHIT! That ain't no reason to pull her arm out the socket Baby I'm so sorry, you know that I luv you and didn't wanna hurt you When I put my hands on ya, I was wrong so I don't deserve ya I never thought I'd see the day when they describe a nigga when they talk about 'em on the t.v. Now my sister flipping in the grave, cause that's a how she died and I know this can't be me Lord help her forgive me, God give me my purpose Jesus break this chains, you know this a viscous circle But I got my trust in you, I know there will be light at the end of the tunnel I done been in many situations, she was there each and everyone of 'em Keep me humble I wanna take time out write down and thank ya, thank ya Trying to make it wit out you is something we can't do [Hook:] It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, That's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get us together, but some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow [Mystikal] Lord tell them you difference between having eternal life or forever burn, burn Lord tell em you was wit me when I had my accident and my truck started flipping and turnin', When it felt like I was dying from the moment of impact, we rolled ten times I was driving my best, that fool came on my side of the line But when the truck did finally stop moving I was just fine My little brother that was on the passenger must of got hurt cause he was unconscious We done had our tradegy's, We was just talking so this can't be happenin' But before I could say anything else, I saw the helicopter and the ambulance My little brother came back through, first thing he said was, "What is going on" But the next thing he said was, "Watch over me lord and keep me strong" And right then and there, I knew every thing was gone be alright But we ain't promised nothing So thank you my lord for saving his life [Hook: 2x until fade] It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands, That's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water It's your world, but we yo children yo son's and yo daughters We struggling trying to get it together, But some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow...some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow, I know some of us ain't gonna see tommorrow more free lyrics |
11. _ U Would If U Could
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 I'mma 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 I'm 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 [Chorus:] (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 I'mma flush you down the toilet And if you eva come at me wrong with a mike I'mma 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 [Chorus & talking til fade] more free lyrics |
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