| I know, I, I, I know
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| I know y’all niggas can’t fuck with me cause I can’t
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| Fuck with my damn self
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| I know, I know y’all niggas can’t fuck with me I
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| I know y’all niggas…
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| Ugh, god-damn it took a nigga
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| Thirteen motherfucking years through this shit
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| Bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where
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| I know y’all niggas I know y’all niggas I know y’all niggas
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| Aw shit, it’s on nigga
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| I’m still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
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| I know y’all niggas can’t fuck with me cause I can’t fuck with my damn self
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| When Mystikal hits the door
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| See can’t nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do
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| I know y’all niggas can’t fuck with me and they can’t but they try to
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| Some niggas just need to be warned
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| It’s gonna be harder to get it up on a my own
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| Nigga go ring the alarm
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| Matter fact better know what it take
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| For the back of your head to hit that grass
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| Let' s get this straight from the jump
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| I ain’t playing with your bitch ass
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| These outside niggas that run to the mic better come clean
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| Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian
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| Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring
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| I’m runnin these niggas to the jets
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| To the hills, to the back of the tracks
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| A-a-ask them hoes, did I do that?
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| I’m coming boisterous with 5 million switches
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| I’m the man with single and double and triple
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| And four five six time them bitches
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| I’m the nigga with the go head, fuckin' your bitch up in your bed
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| Standin' 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg
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| Much bone and I don’t fail a test
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| Little nigga fuck hoes both sides of the river
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| I can’t be fucked with, you can’t touch this better grab hold
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| Bitch I’m so cold I’m like a 24 year-old north pole!
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| Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes
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| Grippin' my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds
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| Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All
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| I’m harder than a nigga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws!
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| But if ya catch me on the TV, or the radio spell it
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| M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y’all ain’t ready though!
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| So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?
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| I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear
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| See y’all can stop lookin at another nigga
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| Face cause bitch the man right here
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| You nigga didn’t think that I could swing mine
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| Bitch I’m doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain’t lying)
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| Talking behind my back don’t make me no nevermind
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| Cause all you can say is I’m smarter than Einstein
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| I’m fire like Cayenne!
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| You’ll never catch me cause I’m swift as a hyena
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| Gimme the chance I’ll rock the Lakefront Arena
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| Like Teena Marie be rockin' Tipitina’s (damn Gina)
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| Tall dark strong long and lean ain’t nobody comin cleaner
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| It’s all in the way I lay my game down
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| Watch me swing with the Guillotine, rollin' round Niggatown
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| But everybody think these niggas be wantin' me
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| To prove that I’m the man
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| Bitch I’m colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan
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| I got no love for no b-i-e-otch
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| Matter fact’s been that way since I was wearin' osh kosh b’gosh
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| But yet y’all steadily trying to squab bout me
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| When I come in this door the only thing y’all can do is talk about me
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| Better get some business about yourself that’s what you better do
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| Matter fact I’m a tell you mother fuckers three things I’m a never do
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| One: never gonna change my style
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| Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow
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| I’m gettin' tired of being sick and tired
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| Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high
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| Suck big dick and die
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| Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can’t fade
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| The tan shade man with the braids
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| Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward
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| I done offended these niggas compare me
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| To niggas that gotta practice looking hard
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| Bitch-a won’t leave me alone
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| I’m not that Thug and I’m not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone
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| Black prince of the south that’s my title
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| Bitch I’m whoo chka ckha ow! |
| bad like Michael
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| I’m throwin rhymes at a steady flow
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| Whoo, there they go y’all niggas ain’t ready yo
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| Bitch I pimp hoes instead of an army petty shit it don’t harm me
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| Bitch I’m entertaining like Cedric and I’m mac like Bernie
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| I’m black like Menace and I’m g like Slimm
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| I’m Sporty like T and I’m smooth like Tim |
| I can click just like the boot camp but I’m conscious like daughter
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| Bitch I’m insane but um, you still be wantin'
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| To claim that I’m your partner
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| I’m Down just like Bust plus I’m Ice just like Mike
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| And I’m the living lyrical miracle I’m just ice like Precise
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| I’m the invisible man you blind you can’t see shit
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| You mad cause I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at Freaknik
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| I’m rougher than a Brillo, I’m soothing like Mylanta
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| And I’m kickin' like Brando, and I’m swingin' like Evander
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| Technics that’ll speak, be sweet like my Auntie Alberta
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| Who got the nerve to fuck with the murderer
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| Better not be no busta
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| Kickin' it with them Uptown, levee-born hustlers
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| Ain’t no slack in my stack, ain’t no lack in my mack
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| I’ma put you on yo back cause you’se a rat
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| I’m no pussycat
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| I cock enough dick to make you scream Hallelujah
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| Runnin' these bitches from Tchoupitoulas through Pascagoula to Chattanooga
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| I’m the nigga gon' rock «Streamline» like Lalapalooza
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| You think you gon' take me, but fuck that
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| Bitch, I’m out that Boot Camp Click
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| I got my rifle and my rucksack
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| Never ever could touch this lil nigga
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| Cise, break it down
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| Dave, play that fuckin' guitar
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| I run wit' the best and I’m willin' to bet that
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| He done dropped that album on that ass
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| But, y’all niggas ain’t ready yet |