Dick On The Track Lyrics By Mystikal

[mystikal talking]
Hey there, Sup boo?
Whats happenin?
Come holla at me
Naww come here, Yuh I got somthin for you
Its gon make ya say Ungh
I aint sayin nothin, Yall jus playin
Comere, why you actin like that?
Naw for real, come ere tho, Mmm hmmmm

[mystikal]
You got that fire
Aint to fly, But When I jus walked by ya
Hands at your side, Dont you know I aint your average buya
I thought you live on the twelve-hundred block on Tecnuiqe
By tha studio apartments, right off 70 street
She said ya, How do you know that?
I said you live next door to my friend
Her name tazra
She said, Oh you know tim?
I said ya we use ta kick it man, What about it?
She said no thats cool, Thats my girl
Dont take it how it sounded
She said you mean
I said who told ya?
me and you can make music, dats kinda what im hopin for
movin like im automated
what we bakin?
mixin, blendin and twisted
tha neighbors gonn be listenin
She said Slow down baby, movin kinda swift
Besides we just met I usually dont get down like this
I said Dont even trip I got you!
She said, You sure?
I said Yup I got to!

[chorus]
Put tha dick on tha track, and make em sang
Put the needle to the grove [x2]
Them otha niggaz aint gonna do what i do!

[mystikal]
When i hit ya with tha tenor
Say sapreno
When your moanin
we aint gonna stop makin racket
Till in the mornin
I say baby kick it wit me all nite
safe sex, like pot holder on my mic!
Commin thru the woofer, In your speaker
when we freakin, I can see you gettin hot
why you weakinin? Climaxin
While im rappin
Whats my name, and who its for?
dats what im askin
spitin like wax
all over 64 tracks
remember shock ta knock you sax
symbols, and high hats
gettin nasty with the music
to be funky like a bass line
Disregard it and get ya good sing
Aint no red lights, When i take mine
Im havin sexual intercourse with the chorus
screamin! hot vocals got your adlibs gettin hoarse
sweatin the whole session, your circuits burnt
She said baby dont beat it down no more
Its just the second Verse!

[chorus x2]

[mystikal]
First time I laid eyes on ya I was like zaaam
Tell me, girl where you goin? whats your name?
she said Pam
and I think its only better that you know who I am
Im the man they make high, like the melophones in southern japan
the way I work my aucustics, aint no comparin
very rough and aggresive when i lay em
Huffin and puffin, Right when I see em
Ya breakin it down so scandalouz
She got me thinkin, when else
Im touchin ya like a massager
Ill be bustin off soon as ya touch me in
you can hear It through the soundproof booth
Fuckin up the roof!
Dont stop, she on top
And im watchin em jiggle
no more preachin and minglin
She pregnant with my singer
I dont be kissin and tellin
But its gotta be told
Now im 500 dollas short
unless we got married, I wed till I was old
To infinite, Im plannin our future
Its jus gonn be me, you, nobody else, MIne and Mystikal Junior!

[chorus x4, then in backround till fade]

[Mystikal talking]
How that feel?
Com here, Take dem headphones off
Turn around little baby
I put tha dick on the track, ya feel me
Its like when i get on the track
I have sex with it, I make out with it
We make woopie, we do the nasty
Anyone wanna jus jump on and rush it?
Im gonna spend time wit you
I aint quitin halfway

Settle The Score Lyrics By Mystikal

(feat. Juvenile)

[Intro]
What you about to hear gone FUCK you up
because this the first time you ever heard some shit like this nigga
I'm tellin you this shit so off the fucking hook bro
Ya'll man look check this shit out

[{Humming in Background} + {"Waaaaaa" in Background}]

[Mystikal:] Mystikal and Juvenile Nigga
Say Juvey they don't believe you did the beat bro

[Juvenile:] What you mean nigga, fuckin right I did this beat
[Mystikal:] I tried to tell them niggaz bro

[Mystikal]
I come with my own look, my own sound, my own style
Who the fuck you think drawed this crowd
It's the ripper, the clean up hitter
You bitter intimidating young long dick nigga
Now suck it, now suck it, while you around here playa hating
Your woman around here screaming Fuck Me, Fuck Me
Tell me something, don't I put down on my albums
Motherfucka nobody ever told you I was hard as a NFL Helmet
I write 'em, land 'em, plant 'em BAM Nigga can't stand 'em
On top, on sight, heads up, bust 'em at random (What You Did?)
I got the vest out, put the braids back, put on the bandana (What Else You Did?)
Signed a brand new contract, shot the video in Atlanta
Don't pull me, can't hold me the beat don't move me
You know smokin, drinkin whenever I kick it with Juvey
Back on my own, back on my zone
Feelin better, lookin better
Bout to go get it and bring it back home

[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
A nigga got, got but I won't no more
Cause this time round I come to settle the score
Greedy niggas eat good, but not that long
They wind up with a stomach ache balled up in they home

[Juvenile]
You better cancel that shit, about you run this here
I ain't seen you on the charts what you done this year
Y'all thought "Project English" was the last of this shit
When I was really only given y'all half of this shit
Fuckin right I made the beat, and I wrote this rap
But a Niggaz In the ghetto want to post the crack
Got two Niggaz posted watching a bus with macks
Just waiting on the police and Niggaz to jack
To people across the nation, thanks for being patient
Ya'll been itching for some G-Shit Huh, I know you waiting
When you cop the cd, get some Herb and Ride
Turn the bitch up real loud so you can feel my Vibe
I got a long way to go, I'm just gettin started
I'm 26 years old and I'm still retarded
I ain't talking about handicapped
I'm talking about the way I talk and Express my rap
You Feelin that

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Anytime you say my name make sure it's some good shit
Look I'm not your eldest rapper, I stay on some hood shit
Am I hatin on Cash Money, Now Stop Playin
I respect it How it came, Now I got Game (Bling)
I'm all about U.T.P. Family and Kids
And Takin Care of business it the way that we live
I don't need a record deal just give me my props
How many muthafuckas you know keepin it hot

[Mystikal]
Believe it or not, keepin my spot locked
I got more season than the seafood out the gumbo pot
Now run your mouth and lose your slot (I'm Lowdown)
I make em feed for me like junk is fever one more rock(Tease Me)
Ain't this some shit I'm famous and rich (Huh Bro)
I got bitches I ain't even Fucked claiming my dick
If thats how it is, I guess we gone see
Is this all about that big truck and U.T.P

[Chorus and Ad Libs to fade]

Shake Ya Ass Lyrics By Mystikal

Mmm! Mmm, mmm, mmm
Oooh-OOOH!

[Hook - repeat 2X]
Shake ya ass, but watch yourself
Shake ya ass, show me what you workin with

[Verse 1]
I came here with my dick in my hand
Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo' ass; be cool
And don't worry bout how I'm rippin this shit
When I'm flippin what I'm kickin nigga, that's just what I do
I'm effervesecet and I'm off that crescent
Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd; motherfucker keep steppin
They don't fuck with me and they don't
Y'all bitches cant catch me and you won't
Pay ya fare, fix ya hair, throw that pussy
Got a Prada for boonapalist, and Donna for my babooski
You think I'm trickin? Bitch, I ain't trippin
I'm buyin if you got nice curves for your iceberg
Drinkin Henn and actin like it do somethin to me
Hope this indecent proposal make you do somethin with me
Fuck a dollar girl, pick up fifty
And fuck that coward you need a real nigga
Off top knick-a-boxers hurtin shit
Bend over hoe; show me what you workin with!

[Hook]

[Chorus]
Attention all y'all players and pimps
Right now in the place to be (shake ya ass)
I thought I told y'all niggas before
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (watch yourself)
Now this ain't for no small booties
No sir cause that won't pass (show me whatcha workin with)
But if you feel you got the biggest one
Then momma come shake ya ass

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I like my women fire like CAY-ENNE!!
Chocolate and bowlegged - when I'm runnin up behind her!!
Go head get ya pop-a-lock let the cock out
For girl don't lie you know you wanna go back to my house
"The Man Right Chea" wanna get under that dress right there
You spicy cajun we gon' a good time over there
You better suck the head on them there crawfish
And you gotta bend all the way over to dance off this
Handle yo' business but I know you do it way better, you dead wrong
So if you talkin bout how niggaz make noise when you pass by
get yo' fine ass on the floor girl this yo' fuckin song!
Do yo' thang dont be scared, cause you gon' get served
You get mine then you gon' get yours
Bout to make yo' ass love it
Raise it up, show the G-string hustlin hustlin

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Stop yo' cryin heffer, I don't need all that
I got a job for you - the braided up pimp is back
Break them handcuffs, fuck you nigga move somethin
And if they ask you what you doin say, "Ooohh nuttin!"
And we been doin for the past 2 somethin
And I've been beatin that pussy up now it's smooth fuckin
You can betcha bottom dollar; if that pussy fire
you gon' holla Michael Tyler!
So don't act like you don't be backin that stuff up
Girl in the club, cause that's what you got ass for
Wobble wobble I'm infatuated
Bitch ride a dick like she makin a baby
And I see that we gon' have to go to a quiet corner for just us two an'
Don't worry about who lookin, just keep on doin what you doin
Cause a nigga like me gon' get to work before I know the girl
Bitch whats happnin, let 'em see, show the world!

[Chorus]

[Hook]

Uhh.. OOOH-WEE! Good lawd!
Damn!

Dirty South, Dirty Jerz Lyrics By Mystikal

[Treach] No Limit
[Myst.] Naughty!
[Treach] Da bomb Ill
[Myst.] Mystikal!
[Treach] IllTown
[Myst.] Da Big Eazy.. (oh shit) HAH!

[Chorus: Treach 2X]

Dirty South, Dirty Jerz, nigga fuck what ya heard
Your talk words don't serve while we slang on the curb
We take it from a fuckin fight to a stage and a mic
If I don't take the limo bitch I'm pushin a bike
[ 2X - last line replaced with YEAYY-YAY! ]

[Verse One: Mystikal]

Us big niggaz get pussy while songs get cooked
Fuck rough rhymes get hooked and young minds get shook
Duck, don't rock, don't break, don't bend, don't fall
Not gon' play, don't fake, don't stop to rest don't pause none
Top dough top pro on bitches
Chop funk, not gon' bitch ass niggaz
I wring they neck and slap they fuckin mouth
I run laps around the Superdome
Breast stroke the whole Mississippi to represent THE FUCKIN SOUTH
That's right, I said it!
I'm the fuckin boxer in your face is where I'm headed
Blaow, you gotta whole lot of nerve dissin the.. South
We ridin all the way to Jersey
We gon' keep up, but you keep on, keepin on
Y'all gon', keep on, gettin the fuck on, bitch get gone!
Y'all heard me? Mystikal and Naughty
New Orleans and Jersey!

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Vinnie]

Yo, yo, yo
I heard somebody wantin Naughty to get raw, ha
I dismantle your fuckin crew just like Apartheid, nigga ya heard?
There's No Limit no gimmicks, to the shit I spit
Ain't no magazine you know could count these mics I rip
Comin straight from Jersey, motherfuck all those who curse me
I'm, running through you niggaz like Jackie Joyner Kersee
Now, how many niggaz comin better than this?
Naughty By Nature puts it down on some veteran shit
And chins I devour, while fuckin at your baby shower
Spittin lyrics on you a hundred miles an hour
Our Zoo got no problems gettin physical
Naughty By Nature down with Mystikal, you bitches foul

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Treach]

You get your ass kicked when your only assets is ass bets
You cry quicker than Angela Bassett, cause your cassette
I'll trash it, like potatoes, beets, I'll mash it
Bust dust to dust and turn ashes to ashes in masses
I'm massive mashing bastards faster
Question bout my pimping tell your bitch to ask it
Chip-chop like all tops the store stops (it stops here)
Cause I'm raws likes strawberries on shortstops (it comes now)
The Beast from the East, the big future for the pharoah
Diss my crew, do some spine travel on gravel
Some fuhrilla shit, go and, peel your shit
I want my, scrilla quick, on some gorilla shit
Rhyme illest, no mimic, no quit it, gon' feel it
IllTown, divine mill it, No Limit, fuck the spillage some
hear my shit and go and switch they style
While I get down and wild with Mystikal

[Chorus]

Keep It Hype Lyrics By Mystikal

Testin testin testin
You can hear me, what what what?
MIC, check one, check, check check
You can hear me? YO!
I'm loud enough? Yo!
Mic mic, micraphone, check, check
Yo, can you hear me?
Yo!

[Chorus: repeat 2X w/ variations throughout]

YIKES!!! You know what I like? (What?)
I keep it hype, the words that I write (Oh)
I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic (Huh?)
I say my rhyme LOUD, with all of my might

[Verse One:]

People say that nigga CRAZY, I'm throwin off
I raise my voice up then, GO OFF!!
The king of different, titan of screamin chantin louder than
a hundred people clappin (GO) keep them fuckin speakers crackin
Rockin it, about to ROLL
The sticker on the tag can't make it ragged
Vocals that'll blow horns til your ass in traction
Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket
BLING BLING comin through, not excuse me
I'm the nigga that's makin this loud ass music

[Chorus]

[Verse Two:]

The doctor slapped my ass, so I've been hollerin since an infant
Gotta make sure they hear me cause I wants my attention!
Disturb the class, so I stayed in detention
Couldn't whisper when I was talkin so they sent me to the office
The principal say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?"
Said, "I try to be quiet but I just can't seem to lower the volume"
"Hmm, what's your name?" -- "Michael Tyler"
"Perhaps you'd be interested in joining our school choir?"
Said, "Nah that's for funny boys"
"Either that or a suspension," while you roll, HERE I COME BOY
I wanna holla, but I gotta try: *clears throat*
DOE RAY MI FAH SOH! Ahh no!
That ain't gonna cut it, that ain't gonna get it
Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try something ath-letic"
But I'm too clumsy so I went to the band
But I made more noise honkin than I did when I was playin!
YIKES!!! That ain't workin so I'm leavin
The very next day I was in ROTC
Had no problems soundin off like I had a pair, THREE FOUR
But I just ain't like them tight ass green pants that I had to wear
All this ? made me tired, on top of that
one of my teachers wanna see my ass outside
I went downstairs to the yard
When I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads
I said, "You lookin for me? I'm the one who be talkin loud"
She said, "Damn, nigga we need you on our cheerleadin squad"
HELL NO, never ever Trevor
Either that or a report card filled with the F letter
GO, TEAM, FIGHT, WIN
Nah this shit ain't cool, FUCK THESE TEACHERS AND THIS SCHOOL
Got a loud mouth but I don't know what to use it for
'til they told me that they was gon' put me in the TALENT SHOW

[Chorus]

The Edge Of The Blade Lyrics By Mystikal

[Intro:] [Mystikal]
Man I got something to tell you
I don't know how to explain it
But I'm different (crazy)
Naaaaa....aight
I'm, I'm, I'm not like you
I'm not like others
It's like I've been here before

[Verse 1]
504 is the domain I don't sang
My rhyme go bang
Nigga, ain't in the place get a flame and ya act like propane
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade)
No cards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thangs
I'm givin you bitches something vicious
Now I'm partin the pieces like porcelain dishes
I'm dirty
I get all the way down in the ground witch
WHAT
Memorize, take a picture, nigga write a book, I don't give a fuck
I'm blended bile, ground rip up
Darem here
They down to give up
Nigga you underneath, me out my entrance
Off by inches I can count a hundred thousand pennies
Help me center
Look at that, look at that, look at that, get back
I get that respect like that gatlin bitch whats happen
I rip tracks and pop tables
I'm so popular they just got the rock I spread
Time I got a blunt what I said (Blade)
I gets pride cus I'm from round where the crocodiles play
(singing) ??? gonna be none that
I make em' say
Aww give it to me don't be that way
I'm tellin ya from cuttin ya tellin what the music
I've been doin this shit
I'm highly trained on how to use it
Start checkin somebody bout the prospective
Passes are selective maximum effectiveness
Brain celftic
Brown completic
It just don't get no ???
I'll perfect it
Yall niggas couldn't pop a rubber band on my parade
Choppin and slicin with the edge of the blade

[Chorus:] The blade [x 24]

[clip from movie]
[Blade:] There are worse things out tonight than vampires
[Girl:] Like what?
[Blade:] Like me

[Verse 2]
I turn a sucka into supper
Got suffer
Mighta hada enough
Thats why I cus (come on fucker)
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
They can't hide from the pain cus the noise don't stop
They don't stand a ghost of a chance but the try
One side of my mind tell me to get the other say let em' ride
Even when a couple of hundred years gone by
They still gonna bite and I'm still gonna fly
Yes....five fingers around their necks
I'll run through your back and come out your chest
You movin to fast you forgot to pace your self
Aww shit here it comes nigga brace your self
Oh my goodness
Don't worry I'ma getcha no matter how I put it
Imitates, I'm limit, tall limit, tell it (Blade)
Let me finish hedgehog and answer fella
You would if you could but you dont get up off
And I'm the hand on tha hammer on the nail in the coffin
I'm marchin to a different drummer
At the head of the parade
I'm the edge of the blade
[Chorus x32]

Go 'head Lyrics By Mystikal

(feat. Pharrell Williams (Neptunes))

[Mystikal]
I was at the mall, and this girl passed me by
so I like her booty she said hey boy
That's when I made my move
I jammed up and jammed re-over there by the baby shoe
I said you got a chiled huh
She said yeah he live in Bogaluga out there by my momma
Give me yo' number and I hit you when I make it home
And after I take a bath I'll catch up wit'chu later on
That's exactly what I did
We went to the movies got some eatin' back to the crib
Being a man you know I'm thinkin' about hittin' somethin'
She said this you nice but this the first date you ain't gettin' nothin'
That's alright cause I respect your mind
It ain't no rush cause I'mma get you next time
We ain't got no beef, we ain't got no quarrel
You likin' me tonight, but you gone lovin' me tomorrow

[Hook: P. Williams]
I said go 'head, go 'head and move it baby
You've got 'em watchin', go 'head and do it honey
You've got 'em comin' now, you've got me watchin' baby
So don't you stop it baby, you got me so..

[Mystikal]
Must be my baby cause I seen her everyday this week
And when we made love you know we went meat to meat
I think I'm headed for a Love Jones
This one hear supposed to be a jam not a love song
Girl you got me humpin' and don't ask me what I'm doin'
cause I'm thinkin' 'bout my pumpin'
They call her pumpkin' cause she workin' with somethin'
I call her bia' cause she carryin' my youngin'
I made her Cavalier a Navigator, and put baby momma on a Jaguar bling
I for you and me for me
She built like a stripper I don't need to cheat
And when it's late she's always inside
Under the cover behind her cuddled up wit' her
And since we met you been the love of my life
We ain't married but we call eachother husband and wife

[Hook]

[Mystikal]
We always home and all we do is laugh together
Even watchin' T.V. takin' baths together
Went through the sunny and the nasty weather
My feelin' short so I ain't have to tell ya'
And I would never try and use you
I care too much to hurt you, and need you too much to lose you
We have mo' babies than my cousin' Weebie
I'm goin' be yo' King Tut you goin' be my Nefa Teenie
Tell me what you say to that
I be coming home from work sayin' where my ol' lady at
And you come runnin' from the back room
And you know how much I love to see you when you wear a cat suit
Now give me what I want want
I say where them trishes at I took 'em by the mall mall
You make me feel like a man, cause you can't get enough
Girl you got it you got it bad

[Hook 2x]

[P. Williams (Mystikal)]
I said go 'head, (move it)
You've got 'em watchin'
You've got 'em comin' now (watch it)
So don't you stop it baby (stop it)

Stack Yo Chips Lyrics By Mystikal

(Ughhhhhh)
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters

[Mystikal]
I'm movin too fast, doing to much for these niggas
Hum bro
I get paid to leave the house sideways
Bitch stickn out, what
I can take it without quessn'
You the mutha fuckin coward
And I'm the big bad wolf nigga
And I'm coming to devoiour
Aint nuthin better than money
Sex and the power
Oh how I love to be on top of the power
Fuck
I got it to go wit it, clownish
out dat back cuttin up telly to telly bouncn'
I got 5 women, 4 cars
3 homes and 2 apartments
A rolex, 10 leather jackets,
And 20 pair of Michael Jordans
All in it, front and back wheels spinnin
I might not bid to you
But I'm the shit in the city
Street things, represent the real no lim
Razor sharp rhymes penatrating you skin
The way I drop
Bitch gotta feel them
I'm that close
Try to stop me from gettn' it

(Ughhhhhh)
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters

[C-Murder]
I make a million dollar dream become reallity without a doubt
I get paid for every rhyme coming out my mouth
And gangsta rap pays the bills so I represent it
And who we be,
Some soldiers down that no limit
My young thugs love to get high off of my lyrics
I have em' tweakn'
Possessed like an evil spirit
We on the rise,
But labeled as them bad guys
We're family tied,
And run like the enterprize
Fool is you legal,
But bugs is segal
This aint no sequil,
You damn sure not my equal
And playa haters don't last too long
a million muthafuckas with my disc
Sittin at they home
My edvasaries is slowly being put to death
I catch em gaspin
And trying to breathe
They last breath
I mean you reaching for the stars
But you cant grip
I told ya, get yo paper nigga
Stack yo chips.

(Ughhhhhh)
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters