What Cha Think Lyrics By Mystikal

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]

Smoke Something Lyrics By Mystikal

[Mystikal]
Smoke something niggas
This one go out to all the niggas that be getting loaded
all the ladies that be getting loaded

Score it up, roll it up, blow it up
I'm bout to let you niggas know something
'fore you get mad and throw something,
bitch you better smoke something
If it's on your chest, get's rid of that mess, for the end of that stress
Nigga told me that's sess was the best, so I got's to test
It's all in the roll, fuck how you hold it
If you didn't notice that I was fucked up, y'all niggas ain't loaded
Speakin' of myself I'm just a rap writer
But before I get my nerves bad, let me go get my -- let me go get my lighter
Blaze up a swissa full of herb, shut the door, shut the window
Close the gate, get the phone out, I don't want to be disturbed
I'm on too but I'm in my own home
High as Cheech N Chong, in my own zone, smokin' homegrown
Smoke all over this motherfucker
But never would have knowed it, if I wasn't loaded
So come and take a walk with me
Get spark with me *inhales* what a brought with me
See ya'll nigga can't find this, niggas be moving in slow motion
smokin' that Bionic Chronic
And ain't no weed like Bo-Weed
No four like that score
I be screamin but yall know what I'm fiendin' for
Nigga you wanna know something?
Fuck the dumb shit, nigga you better smoke something

U Can't Handle This Lyrics By Mystikal

[mystikal talking]
You would if you could
But you can't
So you ain't

[mystikal]

The minute I step in dis bitch
I hear Oh shit Mothafucka, God Damn!
Watch out for dat nigga
You cant handle em
For a period of time
Noone can match those rhymes to mine
Im top of the line
Prickin your ass like a porcupine
I know what to do to knock your stupid ass so bad It aint no challenge!
This aint no mothafuckin fluke, This pure deep talent!
Im Gifted, Explicit mistressed and Explicit
Brand new home, same old nigga
I aint playin with you bitches!
Why you niggaz be rappin
Like your scared and unprepared
Im gonn have ya leave this mothafucka sayin Whatd that mothafucka said?
Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like elvis and the beetles
That gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles
Niggaz that got beef wit me
Better bring a heater
or either bow down to me
Cut off you dick, jesus
Thats the reason Im fuckin wit niggaz
Wasup wit dem niggaz dats talkin shit
You better go fuck wit anotha nigga
You cant handle this!

[chorus]
Oh shit, Motha Fucka! God Damn! [x8]

[mystikal]
Certified rhyme busta
Bitch Nigga, Bitch nigga
Same nigga, If Im not that nigga
but that nigga from punks, still come with the rif raf
went from Gold diggin, ta gold chains
I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train!
fightin like a wild coyote
Like capone, hot seller
Keep your fuckin deck deader, then a bad woodpecker
I dont like niggaz tryin ta run up on my shit and set
Im the tarantula on the catipillar, Bitch ill kill ya
Catch more attention, then oriental peacocks
Phat rhymes, Hot tracks, A full room of rebocks
Ive got the gift thatll make a Bitch get off me
spent like charles barkley
So bitch Dont start me!
Whos that click?
use to be mobbin in my hood
Beware! Here I go!
get that boy good
Come like, there I was
When were yall idiots in the cut?
i raise the hacksaw, you jump back
Now yall niggaz dont want no trouble, Cant stop us

[chorus x8]

[mystikal]
I know ya'll nigga know better than to fuck wit tha man
Dont ya (dont ya)
Nigga dont you know what my style cant be poached
and every nigga around, probably got beef wit somebody
But thats the same nigga between the fighters
I aint got it (i aint got it)
When underground rules, will be tha day
My legs start to shake
another nigga couldnt off throw me on skates!
Im the supplier
The gasoline on your fire, Got em dodge em
Michael Tyler! The drunken fighter
Yall Niggaz cant do what I do!
(man fuck that nigga)
Naw Motherfuck you!
Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcore
Bitch I got it if you bad enuff to take it
Its yours!
A lyrical ass whoopin
Is what im cookin
Hungry, Spittin all over your room when you wasnt lookin
Aint no canibus, the wrong nigga with ta mess
You get tha flatback like rambo Bitch
YOu cant handle this!

[chorus till fade] [11 times]

Never Gonna Bounce (the Dream) Lyrics By Mystikal

[Chorus:]
Neva gon' bounce, neva, neva gon' bounce
(Never.... say never) [3X]

Y'all bitches...
Get ya' mind right
Get'cha, Get'cha mind right [7X]

[1st Verse:]
I'm tryin' to do my thang like a rap star tryin' to
stay clean, ache my hands, and avoid the game
but it's hard. Cuz I can ball dope and get paid
like a muthafucker gotta be another way to pay
T. Tucker, used to roll twenties by the ounce (ounce)
My papa got a brand new mag it's called bounce.
Crackers wanna label me a nigga man but I'm
a bigga man, I said fuck that or do go to trigga
man. It's the new somethin' cream goin' round,
it started in the saint town and now it move to
ghost town. Said tonight was time but where
your gat? Niggas get WILD when they hear
Botty-at, Booty-at. You bitches tryin' to pussy-pop
dealin' herb, slung tapes ten dollas a rock.
Ya gotta take what you NEED, take what you
WANT, slingin' tapes out the CLUB and tapes
out the TRUNK. When the trigga man bails soft,
take'em to the saint tell him rock another block
party. DJ Irv had that shit bumpin', T.T. Tucker
had the dance floor jumpin', whole project
full of hoes (Come on, go T.T., go T.T., go). But
if a nigga jumps stupid i'm blast ya' (Who put this
fuckin' thing together?) ME, that's ME that's who
I told you don't fuck with me.

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse:]
Oooh, see I'm the one that you talkin' bout. Drop
a little red tape and a stone in the sword, and my
pocket got swoll from insurance. I bought a
little more gold and fucked a lotta' more hoes!
All them bitches know what's up (How they know,
How they know?) They heard me on the radio
buddah I set up. Where-he-at hittin' dead home
if it wasn't bumpin' in your ride it was bumpin' in
your headphones. No it ain't gone to my head
cuz I ain't gon' let it, damn it feel good gettin'
sweated, huh, huh, huh. Uptown, downtown,
cross the river, don't matter cuz I'm the nigga,
the nigga nigga, the nigga nigga. One brick
object (What happened?) couldn't keep my
muthafuckin' ass out that project. Shit, that's
when it happened (What up?) 5-0 busted in
there was a raid and I was captured.

[1st Bridge:]
Alright, all you niggas on the floor right now,
DOWN! Get out the way!
Ay man, why you fuckin' wit' me?
I'm the fuckin' boss, I put this shit together,
I tol' you that [punch], shut the fuck up, I
don't give a fuck who you are get your ass
down on the floor!

[Chorus]

[2nd Bridge:]
Man calm down, calm down.
Yo T.T. don't trip (For Real?), cuz when them
laws let you loose boy we gon' handle this,
see you gonna get your shot at limelight, but
in the meantime in between time keep your
mind right. (But man they said that I was
wanted) For What? (Narcotics, Homicide,
shoplifting warrant, so much shit I can't finish.)
This call concludes this minute. [dial tone]
(Hello?, Hello? BITCH, you gon' hang up on
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Alright [21X]

[Chorus]

Shake that ass, never gonna....

Bouncin' Back (bumping Me Against The Wall) Lyrics By Mystikal

[Hook: Mystikal]
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me

You ain't seen bouncin' back
[repeat]

[Verse 1]
I really be throwin' my words
Standing 'em up, and jammin' on the one
That ain't nobody but Neptunes bammin' on the drum
Swift flip kicks landing from the tongue
More dramatic than batman and robin, ba na na na na na
The one that be handling they business, be sharper than a thumb tack
The one that be dropping these albums, showing 'em how to come back
And you gon' respect me and appreciate where I run at
You ain't gone piss me off, cause you sorry that you done that
I gets meaner, badder, stronger and ferocious
You don't even much wanna see the rest
I'm coming back mo' fearless, mo' determined to fold the set
I ain't even started yet
So if you ain't ready you better get ready
I know I do it better when I'm being opposed
Ah stick ya chest out, keep your chin up
'Cause sometimes you gotta get knocked down to get up

[Hook]
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me

You ain't seen bouncin' back
[repeat]

[Verse 2]
No matter what happened that's only once it's shame on you
You come up and here and do it again then it's shame on me
Sometimes we be getting in trouble we didn't want learn or
Sometimes we be getting in trouble we ain't gon' see
I accept my wages like the way that I fail
I grow, I take 'em in stride and but 'em under my belt
I learned from you just like you learned from me
I plead, I pray for peace and perfect harmony
Somebody said fool you better keep on rapping
Stop that trippin', causin it ain't gone happin'
I told them look you better mind yo business
Change yo' way of thinking and keep on living
Done started some trouble and you ain't been out since
Cause you stuck inside scared watching CNN
Just take the precaution so yo life will be better
Tell my friends to call me I ain't accepting no letters

[Hook]
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me

You ain't seen bouncin' back
[repeat]

[Verse 3]
You heard about me, yeah you had to
Hmm-huh, I know you changed ya mind you ain't the only one with bad news
I know that they made you feel strange huh
You was right in the middle complainin' and forgot what you was cryin' bout
It could be you time and it might be
You can't do nothing about it, its God will thats just how life be
One day it hit 'cha then its gone
And I'm serious and you ain't never even gone feel it until it hit home
That's when the pain run sharper and deeper
You ain't eat that's when the days feel slow and long
I know you miss 'em so it's time to uplift 'em
Try to pick the pieces up and find a way to drive on
I tell you the truth so don't lie to me
Get back Satan don't bother me
And that's the way its gotta be
And real as ever so I hope you proud of me

[Hook]
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me

You ain't seen bouncin' back
[repeat]

You keep bumping me against the wall [3x]
You ain't seen bouncin' back
[repeat and fade out]

Did I Do It Lyrics By Mystikal

[Scarface voice]
Ok, ok, jou wanna fuck wit me? Come on.
Who put this fuckin shit together?
ME! THAT'S WHO!

[Chorus: X 4]
Did I do it?
You fuckin right I did it! (Alright)
Fuckin right, fuckin right

[Verse 1]
I got's to get it when I do it
Make sure your ass feel this
Don't want nobody style, used to be
Bitch, cause I'm still it!
(In your own words could you explain your style?)
Ow owwwwwwww! Bad like who? ME THAT'S WHO!
I'm the pussy cat!
Y'all muthafuckas ain't ready!
We gonna be hung, I'm not the nigga
I'm not that nigga I'm not that nigga
But I'm the (?)
That's how we do it when we kick it
Bum bum bum, HERE I GO!
I can't fuck with my damn self, I-I know
Walkin through your mind, look what I brought with me
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water
Back to the boulder
No, I serious, can't nobody find
Who put you on the fuckin map? (Me, that's who)
Ahhhhh! No, you, won't, know
Did I do that? Fuckin right I did it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Lemme see, you lackin creativity
tryin to bite my style like fingernails
Tryin to sound how I sound, on my tounge with every single name
(Pause, people talking)
Slow down, T don't, damn
Watch yourself, and they can't
Fire point blank to the back of (?)
Four five six time the bitches
Never exercising, you gon get to big for your britches
The man right chea!
I ain't comin here for no foolishness
Sides, not much any one of y'all niggas can do with me
Speakin like one of them Puerto Ricans
GOOD LORD!
Fuckin right I did it!

[Chorus]

Big Truck Boys Lyrics By Mystikal

[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]

Neck Uv Da Woods Lyrics By Mystikal

[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]

If It Ain't Live, It Ain't Me Lyrics By Mystikal

[Mystikal]
Why.., why why why why
Cause I keep bangin' y'all mother-fuckin ass, with this shit
If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this
I wan't-a load it up, cock back don't miss
Y'all ain't goin' believe this
Got the preacher's wife talkin' bout rock that shit!
All they do is say the mans name
You watch how many bitches start comin', it's a damn shame
They know I got the wood for 'em
If they in the hotel room and get the dick, that's good for 'em
Big pussy and it's soft dick time, bitch I got to get'cha, mm-hm, uh-huh..
Tell me what you goin' do
If you got your friends with you, you could bring them ho's too
Come and turn around, let me get behind you
Move somethin' for me baby, I ain't goin' tell no body

[Hook]
If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old
I'm too hip to drip

[Mystikal]
When I'm here they got to have it
White lines so live they jump off the cabinet
It's Micheal Tyler not Black Sabbath
It's springin' hunter so watch out for the cat parrot
I'm a whole and kaniver, the hot enchilada, Big Truck driver
Hittin' hookers is a side high
Tuckin' guts stackin' paper formin' lyrics is my real job
Got my fingers and my shit tight
Got another album and contract bitch get right
Form a crowd like a fist fight
Take my time with it if it takes me sun-up to midnight

[Hook]

[Mystikal]
I'm too man to try to handle, I'm too bad and loaded too for you to hold
Too tight to out-write, too strong to out-sold, too much to out-bust
I'll talk shit and cuss, foul-dog rimp and the walk talk spit crush
The paper towels and toilet tissue, start your engine set the table
Clean your plate and wash the dishes
Can I please get a source cup
And if they don't give me my grammy, feel so sorry for your mother
And after I'm goin' get Jive
I done bust my ass, y'all ain't do y'all job

[Hook 2x]

The Man Right 'chea Lyrics By Mystikal

Uh oh, whutcha want whutcha gon do nigga
It's the man right Chea
I know yall nigga ain't fuckin wit me, you lookin for me

If you gonna be down with me
Be all the way down with me, or get from around me
You see what I'm doin but don't like it
even though everybody and their moms is bout it bout it
Our concerts crowded, crowding used to be down but now you doubt it
You fuckin playa hatin cowards! We real over here
We buildin the No Limit mountain
2 million records and countin
So how the fuck is you soundin
Nothin but legends, two multimillionaires rhymin
Soundscan be astounded
We sellin, y'all drownin
Black owned and clownin
CDs across the counter
Told yall I was gonna do it
But you didn't wanna see
Wasn't worried about a nigga
Till I was leavin
Come here, let me show you the difference between a man and a ho
It's the man right chea, oh you lookin for me
Here I Go!
Whutchu want do nigga
It's the man right chea

Chastise and brutalizing, stop 'em from dissin
If I'm in it I own it, put the keys in ignition
I hope your seatbelts get fastened
I'm known for massive harassing
Havin to snatch your ass off the mic
Grab ya and slap ya
Psh come here, psh shut up
I know you ain't gonna do it no more
You sayin my name you must be lookin for me
Here I Go!
Whutchu whutchu want do
Whutchu gonna do
We can do it whenever however you want to
Entrepreneur soldier guns galore
Watch em burn bitch burn like a flame thrower
Rock it all sharp as a bull's horn
Long, strong as a python, whores they get they fight on
Soon as I cut my mic on
Niggas getting humped or stumped
Fumbling mcs I crumble
Come through like the reaper
So deadly you don't wanna rumble
That's right don't panic, Mystikal the mechanic
Sank you like a torpedo gigantic as the Titanic
Rhymes I'm hummin keep hummin
I'ma keep comin
Grabbin ya woman
But the drummer still drummin
Hard hitter, bullshitter, head splitter when bitter
Assassinate a rookie killa
Like Adolph Hitler
A mandingo WARRIOR
Opponents get crushed
I'm too cruel to be moved
Too fuckin much to be touched
Got em danglin and janglin
To that shit when they hear this
Fight me like a Viking, bitch I'm tragic like a terrorist
You think you don't like it but I have yet to begin
You'd rather be my enemy cause I'ma deadly friend
So stay the fuck from around me do I make myself clear
Unless you lookin for the man
Cause the man right chea

Still Smokin' Lyrics By Mystikal

Still Smokin Bud, Still Smokin Weed
King Edward, Philly Blunt, Swisha, keep groovin, Tampa Sweet, good ol
Optimo, easy water, joker

My lips get black and my fingertips burn and my eyes half way open
Cough Cough and I'm chokin
But bitch I'm Still Smokin!
I wanna be puffin this like I ain't be worryin bout nothin
If you gonna get the cigar
Nigga I'll do the stuffin
I roll em swoll like broken arms
But I sure hate when they come around this bitch I don't know talkin bout
What chall smokin on cause
Niggas like that we call em Hoovers
They try to get cool with ya
To smoke your weed up
Is what they do ya
Puff Puff Puff Puff Godammit!
Nigga you ain't chip in no shit here
Bitch What's Happenin!
But if you did then its good and it goin down
Get rid of them nickels and them dimes
Bitch we throwin pounds!
Tenth thru 11th to the 12th ward bound
But P said one of my niggas I heard somebody say
One Time!
But I paid it no mind and I kept rollin
But that was the Po Pos
I gotta get rid of this fat ass Optimo that I'm holdin
Excellerate and I made that left on line center
I hit that bitch one more time
Then threw it out the window
Young niggas in a big white truck
You know whats up
They're lookin to catch you fuckin up
It just so happened that I was hot
They looked in the back on the floor
And the silver canon and they found the pot
I can't believe that I got popped
It took me 2 hours and 1500 dollars
To get unlocked
Straight from jail to the weed spot
Shit I took that as a minor setback
Hell no I ain't stop!
And I'm
Still smokin bud
Still smokin weed