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Let's Get Ready
by
Mystikal
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Overall Rating:
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Let's Get Ready Lyrics
Lyrics
Disc
Track
Title
1
1
Ready To Rumble
3
Jump
5
Come See About Me
6
Big Truck Boys
7
I Rock, I Roll
8
U Would If U Could
9
Mystikal Fever
10
Family
11
Ain't Gonna See Tomorrow
12
The Braids
13
Smoked Out
14
Murderer III
15
Neck Uv Da Woods
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]
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!!!
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
[thanks to unlvboy02@home.com for these lyrics]
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]
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]
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
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
[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
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
[Chorus & talking til fade]
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
[thanks to unlvboy02@home.com for these lyrics]
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
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,
But the next thing he said was,
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
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:]
Smoked Out
yo h-hit that bitch up ah ah coo!
we bout to get smoked out in this bitch here TONIGHT
when the last time you heard that shit? (turn that shit up)
DAMN, we been a minute nigga (chokin)
still doin this shit (pass dat shit)
look look look for yall niggas that dont know
nigga, i really be smokin on my smoking songs (alright)
you can smell it? (fuckin right)
(cough cough) thats that (cough cough) thats real shit ya heard me?
(cough) ooo shit!
hit this shit foo'
yah aint scared huh?
heh, you can handle it?
[Mystikal]
get yo dope, yo pipe, cigar papers, scissors and cut it up
smoke somethin, sell somethin,
roll somethin if it aint doja then put it up
I'm bout to let you bitches know somethin
I'm the nigga to holla at if you really tryin to blow somethin
scope pounds and qb's like they inexpensive
got cushion northern lights right but no 2pac and Jimi Hendrix
like the inscence, me run outta weed is that senseless?
for instance, I'ma be around this bitch smokin 'till I got dentures
three smokin songs each who be charged you know the credentials
I'm in it, four smokin songs I done got
so loaded I forgot to count this ain't no mystery
yall niggas be lettin that bullshit miss me
you know the history
been smo-kin move a box of fifties
leave me high
leave me tipsy
but won't go gettin that fucked up nigga huh tell me now what's the
difference?
this that shit
shit that can't stay won't go off of
this that shit
cause right ch'yall can't smoke off of
[CHORUS x4]
(whatchu is?)
I'm just a rap writer (but wha?)
before I get my nerves bad
LEMME GO GET MY, LEMME GO GET MY LIGHT!
smoke all OVER this motherfucka
BITCH you aint loaded
coo!
boom boom boom boom AT THE DOOR!
you got a problem with me gettin high? suck a dick and die
LEMME GO GET MY, LEMME GO GET MY LIGHT!
(cough) coo!
yall motherfuckas aint loaded
nigga if y'all was motherfuckin loaded like me
you would have yo motherfuckin lighter up nigga
put your motherfuckin lighters down nigga, and light that bitch up
Murderer III
[First Verse]
MUTHAFUCKIN' 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 cuz 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, cuz all you did is spilled blood,
Bitch that was my only sister, YOU CAN'T JUST KILL HER!!!
DON'T THAT FUCK WITH YOU??? CAN'T YOU FEEL HER?
THAT'S WHAT THE FUCK 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 muthafucka, AND I AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Chorus [Mystikal & uncredited singer]:]
[Mystikal]
MURDER MURDER MURDER
MURDER MURDER MURDER (Get that muthafucka 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'????
Muthafucka 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 fuck you think you foolin'? Or convincin'?
IT MUST BE YOUR FUCKIN' 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 FUCK 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 fuckin' price,
Shit, a throat for a throat, a life for a life,
FUCK MY FEELINGS, you owe that to my family and her son,
My children auntie ain't there,
Fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 muthafucka WHAT I TELL MYSELF!!!!)
[Singer]
Murderer.......
Murderer.......
[Mystikal]
MURDER MURDER MURDER
MURDER MURDER MURDER (Get that muthafucka 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]
Neck Uv Da Woods
[Intro - Mystikal]
This is, Mystikal and Outkast
I'm representin
[Mystikal]
I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES
You can't stand it!
Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami
Handlin with my man 'nem in Atlanta
And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin
as I'm sayin it
I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine,
bitch I'm known for jammin
Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary
Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary
I bust through, intrude, move through distractions
Withstand hits and blows don't lose no traction
I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em
If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon
And the get God back
Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy
Me and Guillotine we run some niggas 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 set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over ya
Guess what, this is a stick up
Give me back my shit 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, (?)
And respect me for takin it to em
So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods
Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah
Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha
[Hook - Dre][X 2]
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, ahhhh
[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 I pray 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, meet the cops with
My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this
The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily
Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scarin me
But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the rest yeah
That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH
Yeah know that East Point never stop like that
All the way to Decatur
[Hook][X 2]
[Dre]
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!
in the State of confused
City of forgotten fate, County of the blues
Street address Generation X Avenue
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, see what he finds
Then re-arrange 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?
[Hook][X 3]
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