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| Mystikal Miscellaneous What Cha Think Time to get with ya What ya think nigga Time to get with ya What ya think nigga I already done told ya niggaz Shit I showed y'all niggaz When I slaughtered ya niggaz This how I sold ya niggaz Bitch if ya put yourself in a fight Here me kick it I get flashlight how we get it with it specific and artistic Spare rhymes and rough drafts get it done tighter I stay clear you cut the war underwear I'll hold ya back nigga cause ya shystie When my blood start bubblin I get fystie Laced with cyanide hard education if somebody try to bite me Scratchy, flows come across hypely Closer than your fuckin icy Reaching my level is highly unlikely Precisely I'm the right king I be Why in the sam hell would you take it upon yourself to ever try me Got be suffering some type of fault or malfunction You don't want this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious Why y'all be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big numbers On top of things running shit why you bitches going under If I take your ass on this track it'll probably defeat the purpose Cause that half ass material you putting out probably ain't gone never surface You harmless, you couldn't blow the bomb up Couldn't keep up the pace I set I'll whoop your ass with my warm-ups Entertainer rap composer and performer Map located on the southern corner I'm making the way like they at a parade Niggaz get fitted for graves for going for brave When them bullets get sprayed So I ain't no hangman no gang bang Shit, I'm trying to change things We stuck on the same thang Stealing draws from Les Unplauge Then I can go back to the trunks of cars of the upper esilonge Blunts and guns roll like M1s tasers Smoke weed all the way to the bank Nigga what the fuck you think [Chorus] What cha thank nigga [Verse-2] Fuck ya'll niggaz think bad lines and bad words serving their purpose Doing videos and movie soundtracks and tv commercials Independent, smoke herb Walking this thing throughout your suburb Got young niggaz switching suburbans The tempo I run when I run around like a tortoise Your mom say run when I hear they come ta get they titty slick and they pussies murdered Low down dirty Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make million dollar merges Never mix no bullshit with your business I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down there til I finish If I cut ya down I'm gone make you look bad I'm gone make them look at you the same way they look at the back of a dog's ass Hit it tell us, stomp through this mothafucka like elephants Swing though this bitch like apes and fly by you bitches like pelicans Playa haters are of no relevance I'm striving on intelligence And changing like them elements If you was up to my level I'd probably wail all on ya But you ain't bitch you bumb time don't tell on ya What the fuck you think its time to come up And profit off the shit we sell Rode the band with BL why I gotta chance to back up with KL Nigga next to me your shit be seeming fake You bests to move your fucking finger While I cuts my piece off the tank cake Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your mean face But stick your fingers in your mothafucking ears Cause these niggaz be dropping some mean bass Cause it ain't gone be no more after me It ain't no limit to these young black hustlers ask that nigga Master P It has to pe the paper if ya ask me man Ya'll niggaz know ya can't hang Nigga, what the fuck you think [Chorus till fade] |
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