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| Mystikal Miscellaneous Always Look A Man In The Eyes If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good But we independent black owned and making scrilla We a threat to society They ban our movies our videos but we still #1 in America You see a coward can talk shit behind a nigga back But only a man can tell you what's on his mind when he look you in the eyes In other words don't judge a book by its cover -See we successful black businessmen but we also mercenary soldiers (Chorus) Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer (My pops say) Verse 1 (Master P) I sell stones out, I'm breaking them got damn phones up Niggas they popping them keys, Master P he fucking ?? Besides them g's, I'm ?? them keys but they didn't know That I could go gold platinum and still slang keys out the record store This caine got me sick These niggas they talking that shit Don't make me load this M16 and split your fucking shit I caught the game from some old g's Niggas they slanging they fucking keys Got the game from New Orleans Now the world know of me I'm down south hustling from the west To the east, in the midwest yeah ya'll niggas know of me Trying to slang this ghetto dope to the world Every woman, man and boy wrap these cd's up like furls On the corner posted up with them ballers Slanging that yella, niggas ya'll can't hold us Gone for 15/5 when you see me its no drought I'm the nigga on the corner with the fucking gold in my mouth Got every fucking club bout it bout it Got every nigga that you see rowdy rowdy Cause I'm down here hustling putting the ghetto on the map Independent, black owned and ain't scared to bust no caps (Chorus x3) Verse 2 (Mystikal) Nigga tell me what you gone do its just me and you, you and I Scrap and scuffle then grab them things mano a mano If we did the mix flury gone smother it leave your ass studdering Fludging tell your fucking boys don't move cause like a rug I got them covered Niggas ain't like they used to be back in the days they were playing the dozens These days niggas will kill ya Talking shit, say it to the end of my muzzle We don't want no trouble, black just as subtle Tell you what you gone fuck around and find if you disrespect my hustle None of you niggas fuckers, young niggas fuckable Some niggas ??, dumb niggas suffer Before you can even think about making a move I'm already on it I'll have to beat your ass to the punch cause the stong survive only Hold on bitch this shit bout to hit the ceiling The interference started from the ground up the building Behind mine's I just don't give a fuck Ain't no closing my eyes I'm gone look in your face and tear your ass up (Chorus x3) Verse 3 (Silkk) Aaahh its murder Do or die, killed or be killed Nigga who am I Silkk the Shocker, do or die for a mil Don't you see I be counting money like a machine No how I'm saying I got to buy my green For every fiend equals money like ching ching My dream, know what I'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam By it for 15/5 and I sell it for 18 You know what I'm saying, you know what a nigga like known for Nigga kill himself before he caught the bad one, you know what we known for And its all good in the hood, but I still stay strapped Keep my hands on my 45 cause these days niggas will try to straight jack And you know how I'm saying, 4 g's and I run it Never seen a nigga retire from the dope game, until I done it And its cool I gotta reach eight digits Any nigga in my way I gots to kill him Got a look a man in the eye before you drill him (Chorus) |
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