I Ain't Playin Lyrics By Mystikal

[Mystikal]
I aint playin!
(Huh)
Yall see me enter this motherfucker SHUT THE FUCK UP
I aint playin
(He aint playin)
(Tell him nigga)
Talk shit behind my back
(But when they see me, they don't wanna see me)
I aint playin
(I aint playin wit you bitches)
I aint playin wit you bitches

BACK yo ass (woooh) FUCK UP
Gimme some fucking room to put my gold plaque up
I fucked all dat up ROLIN I break these fuckin bitches back open
And watch me turn my dreams realistic
Dat kinda would make you wear black armour or may handset yo picnic
I'm drinkin but I'm still thirsty
Madder than a motherfucker dats why I'm cursing
Said I'm up here but when I'm live and in person
Whippin yo ass from over to the clothes to the curtain
To each and every other rapper I'm a burden
I keep'em hearin me cause I'm smooth like (?)
YALL niggaz washed up like the turd
SO! Goin straight for your motherfuckin throat
The rhymes that I wrote
Playin is goin to get you fucked up
Bout to let you bitches know

[Chorus]
I aint playin wit u
(I aint playin wit you bitches)
I aint playin wit you bitches
(He aint playin he aint playin)
I aint playin wit yo bitch ass
I aint playin
I aint playin with you bitches
I aint playin
(I aint playin wit yo bitch ass)
(Huh) (I aint playin)
(Whatchu told me?)

I thought I fucking told you
Bitch don't you ever
Think because I'm handsome I'm mild mannered
That you can damn me think my style aint standard
Fucking wit the man gone get you man handled
Mixing my boot camp name up in scandals and slenderness
Dats the reason niggas got tossed off the stage in Atlanta
Niggas be actin like they hard to understand
It's bout time for niggas to represent New Orleans, Louisiana
And them steel toe boots gone stomp yo ass
One hundred some odd niggaz ready to jump yo ass
STOMP yo ass way past the grass
motherfuckers run up but they don't last
I make a lot of cash and you others bought a (?)
Rabbit eyes couldn't see me threw a magnifying glass
I was born in jazz and I shine like brass... (But what?) (what?)
But I aint playin wit yo bitch ass

[Chorus]

Like class card I aint s-s-studdin it
Dat don't mean I'm bout to take yo shit though motherfucker (hell no)
I can see it in yo face you can see me comin
You insecure and jealous
Actin bad with yo woman
Already don't got yo money
Can't take shit from me try yo best to put your meanest face on from me
But I don't need you bitches cause you bad company
The only way you don't get stomped stay the fuck runnin from me
This motherfuckers coming up lovely
These niggaz cannot run me on nuttin (aint dat something I'm)
Tight as a button the album cussin the
Whooole fucking up dat nigga and use words like a deadly weapon
Grab these motherfuckers by they thumb (Owww)
Ball yo stupid ass up and make yo ass look (dumb)
Do pass where I'm standin knaw wha' I'm sayin?
When I fuck that (?) you betta tell'em
I aint playin!

[Chorus]
I aint playin wit u
I aint playin
(He aint heard me)
I aint playin
Fuck! I'm tired of this shit
Rappin motherfuckers
All them niggaz tryin to use my name to sell there tape
I aint playin
I aint playin wit you bitches
It aint that I don't want to motherfuckers
But I aint got time to
Bitch I aint playin
I aint playin..

It Yearns Lyrics By Mystikal

[Intro, some guy talking]
Old school niggas. (IT'S YEARN!)
True hip hop niggas. Ha, ha. (IT'S YEARN!)
This something y'all niggas can dance to.

[Verse 1]
LIKE THAT!
I be a black muthafucka from the 12th ward
I want some bullshit niggas (?) hittin em hard
I hit em with more (?) I make em run
I made a lot of noise with the shit I done
I give y'all a chance to roll but y'all niggas can't roll
Sit your ass down, let me show you how it go
I thought I showed you last time, when will you learn?
Watch what you ask for, nigga, IT'S YEARN!

[Verse 2]
The maniac brotha's back with another dramatic track
Crossin my path struck you like you a black cat
Maniac, abused, used, and abused
Try your luck and bring a pack for the horseshoes
You got nothin to lose, it just might help you out a bit
Shit, I doubt it
You're better off dead, goin head to head with a nigga like M-I-K-E
Your best bet's to pack your shit
Calm your head, bleedin bitch
Sucka tragic you'll never get none
You better leave cause you only get one
Chance to make a break for it
Uh huh, leave now or get the pow
Get the fuck out this area, I'ma have to bury ya
Mo thug, I draw blood
Whip that ass, leave ya face down in the mud
Militant, bitch I might be
But that's a risk you take when you fuck with me
Headlocked, yo I dirt ya like a nacho
Shit you go, bigger than G.I.Joe
You ain't know? I thought you knew
This time you can have it, it's for you
IT'S YEARN! [X 3]

[Verse 3]
Come on, come on
Well come away sucker fake MCs in the place
There's only one Mystikal so make no mistake
Comin straight in your face, sucker MCs I hate
Rhymes bite you in your ass like a rattlesnake
Bout your screamin no way
Bitch you won't escape
I'm like a boa 'strictor I kill, I suffocate
Hittin harder than Hitler, no slidin, no livin, no jivin
Got more niggas runnin and hiding than Batman and Robin
Takin out adversaries with rhymes I wrote
The sucker (?) I'm the antidote
I the conductor of shive rhymes
(...?....)
Stretch like elastic, pure fantastic
Lift off and burnin MCs like amino acid
Nigga please don't try to battle, it's suicide
Those who have time watch me I do survive
This is only a suggestion, so ask no questions
Try and digest my rhymes bitch you get indigestion
Wrote this as a lesson so you will know
Comin hard muthafuckas this physical
Be pussy bitches in my fans I brought a dime and
Understand I'm comin strong nigga harder than He-Man
With these hands, nigga laying face down on the curb
IT'S YEARN!

[Verse 4]
Some murderer got the nerve to talk about me
Bitch I never heard of ya
That's a shame, you got the blame cause you're blind
You know my name, the M to the Y, S-T-I, the K-A-L
Rebel, ya smell, ya fell, ya tell, ya sell, hotter than hell
Soft as hell, I might as well SPELL!
I'm a big marine, M-I-K-E, you figure weaker then me
I speak uniquely, how in the fuck do you plan to beat me
Ruler of hip hop, left ya shell shocked
Scare the fuck out ya like Alfred Hitchcock
Don't wanna be bothered (..?..)
I'm a rough motherfucker from the 12th ward
Never left nothin undone, breakin jaws for fun
Cocky as Paul Bunyan, have ya cryin like onion
Flyin low, a soldier born, ya chicken's choked
Explosive, bitch I'm the one that wrote this
I scream like rebel with the sword and snake
Your boss come to battle, it's not your week
I reverse my verse, I love to curse
You won't be the first muthafucker in the back of a hearse
Stomp, pop, clap, havin the last laugh
Then, I step back and grin at your dumb ass
Watch me burn, can't miss my turn
Like, do you want it?
IT'S YEARN![ X 2]

The Stick Up Lyrics By Mystikal

[Mia X] [Mystikal]
MC.. (Whoa)
This is your motherfuckin time nigga, you ready? (Huh bro?)
You sho' you ready? (Fuckin right.. nigga what?!)
Fuck that mask we don't need no mask
they know who we is anyway!
What we gon' do, is go in here, handle our business
Take everything and break out
You feelin me? [gun cocks]
Well let's let them niggaz have it

[Mia X]
This is a stick, up, MC's lay it down
We got the clout in this bitch so don't be fuckin around
Got the rap game locked, spittin what they feelin
Makin all the money, got em say we rackateering
Y'all fearing No Limit, black owned and operated
Uncle Tom's and Lil' Sambo's get annihilated
Y'all ain't tolerated, cause only soldiers ride with T-R-U
On the Tank full of lyricists, hustlers, and gorillas
Killers, and we do what we gotta do to make it happen
All action, all cappin, fuck yappin
Mappin, out the industry, gon' blow this joint
and take the royalties, the publishin and all the points right with us
It's the Black Prince and the Biggest Mama
Shootin sparks from the top of the Billboard charts
Watch out now, don't nobody move, cause you gon' lose
Then we takin everything, cause we brought the right tools

[ Chorus: Fiend [repeat 2X]]

Give it up, give it up, or get fucked up
It's gon' happen point blank range, so don't even duck
We lust to bust, turnin bitches to dust
Always your ass if you don't give it up

[Mystikal]
Black Prince in this bitch with the Biggest Mom of em all
Out of sight, when we unite, like killers and George
Slowly, unlock the safe on the wall
Stop disrespectin the pistol I'm pointin at y'all
Buck buck! Get down, get on your face or get handled
Bitch keep still 'fore I make an example
Cut up that fuckin remake, and give me that sample
Give me the fuckin recoup, you 'sposed to be payin me!
Bag the loot then, cover the camera
Snatch a fuckin hostage then run out with the manager
Fuck it, gotta have my paper, fortune and fame
Lay it down so the bitches won't forget my name!
[GUN FIRES] Listen close motherfucker
If you don't meet my demands, this nigga gon' suffer
This ain't no fucking game, and ain't none of this funny
If you want this nigga to live, then gimme your company!

[ Chorus ]

Pussy Crook Lyrics By Mystikal

[Officer]
Callin all cars, callin all cars
Be on the look out for a pussy vandalism. Over
A pussy bandit
Suspect is known in many states for dickin yo woman. Over
He is dangerous, be on the look out

[Mystikal]
I knock the muthafuckin pussy off the hook
Huh, I take the face off the rapper fuckin with the punch master
The tight line sharp shooter, the handsome assassin
Cuss word expert
You don't know nothing bout this
Come on mamma and get cha something braid it up pimpin
I make a shy cryin bitch start swimming
Take it off Put cha legs up, see if I can touch the kitty
Fuck it fuck it suck it 200 dollars, bitch that ain't nothing (hurry up and buy)
Show me what cha working wit
But if ya pussy smellin shrimpy Ho, get yo fuckin shirt and shit
Somebody better stop her, she runnin round this bitch ha pussy smellin like Red Lobster
That's the type of Bitch ya don't touch
Some hoes you can look at but the rest don't Fuck!

[Hook]
Dick don't fail me now (huh huh)
I knock the coochie lining out (thas right)
If I hit it one time ya hooked (and thas it)
They call me the pussy crook (give it up)

Dick don't fail me now (huh huh)
I knock the coochie lining out (thas right)
If I hit it one time ya hooked (and thas it)
They call me the pussy crook (break ya self)

[Verse 2]
Somebody tell me the woman complaining talking bout I'm too sexual
But leave me alone with her, betcha I could sex the hoe
Fuck you like I ate my vegetables
Knock it down for an hour and a half and still got dick left the door
The MAN RIGHT CHEA!!!!
Fuck you on the floor and still shake the chandelier
I got it caught again somewhere
Stop that fuckin runnin and bring that ass over here
Bitch touch yo toes
Touch that wall
work that pole
What you doin after 2 AM? In the Horetel
Gotta give ya whatcha came for
Waste hittin wash it off then face hittin manojetwas I stay getting
If you can't work it then don't flirt
If you got them little bitty titties don't raise yo shirt
I sort em out and some ain't stayin
Take them fuckin thongs off Don't here wit no plan
I cut cha up when I'm climmin on ya
Throw it at cha like I'm a phenomenon

[Hook]
Dick don't fail me now (huh huh)
I knock the coochie lining out (thas right)
If I hit it one time ya hooked (and thas it)
They call me the pussy crook (give it up)

Dick don't fail me now (huh huh)
I knock the coochie lining out (thas right)
If I hit it one time ya hooked (and thas it)
They call me the pussy crook (break ya self)

[Verse 3]
What the fuck you mean yo period done you can't gimme no lovin?
Shit, it's time for Funky fire boo hole pluggin
She said "I never done that stuff"
I said " Well let me talk you through it, get the KY jelly"
Put a hump in yo back baby quit movin yo leg get loose and relax lady
She was actin all timid
But the next thing you know she was humpin back wit me
I was all the way up in that ass
I was hard like a horse she still wanted to do it fast
2 hours and no part still talking bout "DON'T STOP OHHH LORD"

[Hook: (repeat 2x)]
Dick don't fail me now (huh huh)
I knock the coochie lining out (thas right
If I hit it one time ya hooked (and thas it)
They call me the pussy crook (give it up)

Dick don't fail me now (huh huh)
I knock the coochie lining out (thas right)
If I hit it one time ya hooked (and thas it)
They call me the pussy crook (break ya self)

[Officer]
Callin all cars, callin all cars, suspect last seen
headed east on I10 toward New Orleans. Over
Be advised he is armed with dick, and striking good looks. Over
The suspect is in a big truck excursion or escalade or something
shit he is in a big truck. Be on the look out leave all pussy inside

[Mystikal]
Gimmie this motherfuckin money. Yall motherfuckers ain't go never catch me
The only thing yall gone catch is this DICK!! You motherfucker
This a motherfuckin nother KLC SMASH!! You motherfucker
Mystikal medicine Man Big truck nigga. Over.

Here We Go Lyrics By Mystikal

[Intro E-40]
Uh, uh, hah!
Alright, Mystikal, (BITCH! Hombre!) Mystikal.
Alright nigga, this E four O.
Huh, E four O, E four O, huh.
Finna get it crankin up in this biatch, what.
Finna get it crankin up in this biaiatch.
V-Town (V-town), New Orleans.
Check it out.

[E-40]
Thangs fine, in the middle of the street, sirens and violens silence
Muthafuckas play for keeps, violens and diamonds on my grand piano
Turn the channel, lemme see that, gimme that back
Muthafucka fool what's your problem? (What's your problem?)
Nigro, why you wanna pull all on the side of my column
Column, shot em shot em, got em, stick em, lose em, stock em
Bitch em, dodge em, block em, stock em, rock em, chop em, scheme em
Plottin plot em, 45 special, 45 special, nigga with the four five realize

[B-Legit]
I got this monkey on my back, shit be funky that's a fact
Screamin up in them swamps though, pocket fulla twamps though
To stomp hoe, totin my pis-tal
Up and down them side streets up in my vehi-cal
Calli still, rally's fell, French Quarters at night
Smoke blunts, get the money, and make shit right
We're smokin weed pipe, niggas stuff it and roll
Just some fools bout they paper, way out of control
Now, here we go

[Chorus [B-Legit & E-40]]
Here we go, time to let these niggas know
Here we go, here we go, uhhhhh
Here we go, here we go, time to let these niggas know
Mystikal, P go get the four door
Here we go, here we go, time to let these niggas know
Here we go, here we go, uhhhhh
Here we go, here we go, time to let these niggas know
Mystikal, Master P go get the four door

[Mystikal]
A-I-N-T-N-O-L-I-M-I-T
Nigga, we B-O-U-T-I-T-B-O-U-T-I-T
Fonzarelli, gimme the mike
Let me get in they ass
And with the Ice Cream Man we kickin ass
Came way from the project in New Orleans
Where the drug dealers slang and the killers they blast
Pass the grass, gimme the weed, smash the gas, we actin bad
We lookin for the bitches with the pink cookie
We already got the plastic bag
Nah-nah-nah-nah-NAH
Our money don't stop, it multiply
Could this fucker be, P lemme in the pool
lemme show ya I pull my size
I know some of y'all niggas gon probably
have a problem with everything we say
Bitch, G-E-T-O-F-F-M-Y-D-I-C-K
Always been the shit, so I'ma be the shit
Fuckin with niggas like E four O and B-Legit
Y'all niggas got a pay to feed the men, we the men
Do it fast or slow, we dressed up straight from a fashion show
Passin hoes, ain't nothing on the wall
in the hall but platinum and gold
I put the dick on the track, and break they back
To the mighty N.O., came fame, when I brought it to the top
Here we go, in this B-I-T-C-H

[Chorus]

[Master P] [Talking with echo]
Represent, Ughhhhhhhhh!
Ha ha! That's how we gon bubble.
No Limit style. Mystikal, nigga.
E-Feezy, B-Legit, and Master P.
The kisarme. Yeah baby, yeah.
Represetin ya heard me. How ya do dat dere.
707, 504, we gettin y'all ready for that there.
It's a new beginning, a new millenium.
No Limit.

Runnin From The Police Lyrics By Mystikal

[Chours] [C-Murder]

Running from the police, they never capture me
Running from the police, they never capture me
Running from the police, they never capture me
Running from the motherfucking police

[Verse 1] [C-Murder]

The got a warrant on my head, wanna see me dead or alive
Why, catch the news at five
Roundin hundreds, pullin kickdoes, I'm poppin' no does
I can't sleep unless I make it across the border
Mexico, Cancoon, hope I make it soon
On the beach with a freak looking at the moon
And the stars, cause the police cars got me spooked
Everytime I see the boys in blue
I wanna run and get the gun and start bustin' for fun
Hid in trees never waitin' on the outcome (outcome)
Will I ever see the penn or will they ever capture me
I don't know, I'm just running from the police

[Chours]

[Verse 2] [Mystikal]

I'm the nigga thats coming with the gun puttin them shots up, shots up
Smoking dope and running from the police, nigga now watch out, watch out
Uptown niggas to the downtown killas, handle your business, stealing niggas
On my mind, cock it up, straight it bout to scare them niggas
Till they grab me, then the bitch gon' frisk
I say 'fuck business' and the bitch close this
Huh, you roughed me up and that bitch they copped me up
You bitches gon' have to straight up fuck me up just to shut me up
Fuckin' right I got the gun, these niggas ain't playing
Smell like weed because I've been smoking weed, what you sayin
Man, so see I can't stand the five O
Always fuckin' with somebody, then I'm broke

[Chorus ]

[Verse 3] [C-Murder]

Taz, taz on my motherfuckin' trail and it's hard
Try to hide in the ride when I make it to the northside
Dirty gat in the Lac with the broken tail lights
If they catch me they gon' read me my rights
Sike, many years, many felons, many two elevens
Booquo stores they cause in the motherfuckin' murder charge
My rap sheet is kind of long but I'm strong
Word is born, it all started when I listened to a rap song
Hella blunts, gettin' blunted, never stunted
Now I'm running like a dummy if it's sued in some fast money
I gotta creep cause them motherfuckers after me
And I'm running from the motherfucking police

[Chorus x2]

Tarantula Lyrics By Mystikal

(feat. Butch Cassidy)

[Mystikal]
Oh bitch I'm country as cowboy boots
High debut beating boy band groups
Nigga let me know what the fuck y'all want do
Either keep up or you can't, can't
Met 'em through a bar-b-q, cracker through yo' thang, thang
I ain't come here for no dumb shit
You think you one of the hardest nigga, lyrics of the drum kick
When it's finished over and done with
I'ma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off of some bitch
I ain't no speedy when you say I beat it too much
I ain't gone eat it, you ready go drown me and I pound it enough
See me losin' fuck the big butt women
Woman walkin' funny pussy up in her stomach
Sittin' in the front cause T.V.'s runnin'
Peanut-butter leather seat, with Big Truck on it
I must've kidnapped the nigga man-huntin'
Cause I heard 'em hollain' hold on baby I'm comin'

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to
Come give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans
It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to

[Mystikal]
Man I'm the only mother-fuckin' black prince of the south
So ba-ba-balubop, bitch watch out
I make yo' momma sake a tell feather
Don't tell yo' daddy that I'm here, cause you know I make him feel great
Gone get yo' sex, you just turn me on
While he down there quotin bed, I know you not gone sing that song
I hit the chart enough to move off, my homie cool off, before you knows ??
I give it to him and this bitch can't handle
Or ugly jealous mother-fucker this shit jammin'
Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent
On top of 8th street kicks Indiana
No callin' me big bucks no wammies
This year I'm screamin' Jive Records Big Truck God Damn it
Heads up high enough so you can move
Rank CEO slash Rapper, slash fool

[Chorus]

[Mystikal]
I'm fixin' to blow up like the jar of ??
Ever the vesent ?? come get me
Grammy nominated, especially
The Soul Train award winner, call me black Elvis Presly
You probably ?? but you see me on
Either 106 & Park, Queen Latifah, Chris Rock, or Jenny Jones
Knock down buildin's, chop down trees
I kick so fuckin' hard they say, "You's Japanese!"
I'm up in the minute because of what I invent
Look at your over there with your seatbelt, like I'm ??
A.k.a the tarantula, hot rhymes comin' from a cannista'
They keepin' my fan for somethin' to brag on
These people in here ain't leavin' 'til I finish my fuckin' last song
Bitch walk like a balberin, tall dark and cut
Now keep your fuckin' hos down

[Chorus 2x w/Mystikal saying "Tarantula"]

[Butch Cassidy]
South and the West come together
However, we plan on doing this shit quite clever
My nigga Mystikal, it's ya boy Butch Cass'
And we put a foot off in they ass

Smoked Out Lyrics By Mystikal

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

Unpredictable Lyrics By Mystikal

If it ain't live, it ain't me
Oh nigga, I'm too deaf to move a step through shards or slip and slide
Talk back and you get me for cussin', cuttin', bustin' bustin' me
Tried to talk 'em, but they really won't pay it
Found nothin',fuck 'em fuck 'em
Inside, outside, in a state of an abomination
Don't want no confrontations, making me hit you with combinations
Kicking in bloodier faces, compilations, occupations
Back in hibernation, yeah you suffer with complications
Too in to be losin' money, too old to be time wastin'
Man, people that don't even listen to rap still buy my tape
Only Beats By The Pound gettin' down on the drum
Wit' DJ Darryl and Moe, hollywood here we come
If what you are reflects your actions, bitch I'm a man
Ahh, shut up, I don't wanna here it
Cause I'm 'a fade you and your chance
You know what you did was despicable
I sick of you, they call me Mystikal, cause I'm Unpredictable

[hook [x2]]

I said what they thought that I wasn't gonna say
I did what they thought that I wasn't gonna do
I knew what they really not want me to know, I'm Unpredictable
Can't fight it, deny it, you're gonna get lost
Sure you can't follow the rhymes that I wrote
No one can stop me, uncover my flow I'm Unpredictable

Man, until you give it your all, you never will know what can happen
From nappy-headed ass Michael, to cold-blooded ass rapper
Sometimes the little kids be listenin'to me
And I'm tryin' to stop the cursin'
Teachin' 'em bad words and then people be gettin' nervous (Oh my God)
Calm down, I'm not that type of rapper you'll see
Besides, I know some of y'all churn out that cursin' better than me
I'm ice-cold baby, I'm zero degrees
I'm like a lumberjack, cuttin' MC's like trees
Choppin' 'em down, knocking 'em down, locking 'em down
Four years, and six months later I'm still on top of the mound
Just more powerfully now, on time for that No Limit sound
Already know what you gonna say before it come out your mouth
Yee got's to stay awake, tidin' y'all no matter whats done
Old style-stealing copycat tried to bite and bit his tounge
You can't fight that feeling, it's irresistable
Never know what I'm 'a do next, I'm Unpredictable

[hook]

If you thinking the nigga done rolled with a other they'll take you
Nigga you heard wrong
Prime Suspects (who?), Mia X, (who?) Mr. Serv-on
Oh, you want to ride in my Mercedes
But I ain't got no more room in the back (my bad)
Whole Gambino Family in their, Kane and Abel and Mac
Got C-Murder, Colonel, the Shocker, you don't want none
Oh hell, O'Dell and VL all of the funk sons
I'm confident, don't come in conceited, ain't got no Big Ed
I'm bad like Fiend, but I B. like Craig
So don't provoke me, if you don't want to get strong-armed
Big Mann and Champ, V-Dog, be worrying might do you some harm
All that ready to put a bullet in your belly-belly
With a four-ten two shells, Boswell and Kelly-Kelly
We ain't faking, making hits and gettin' paid
You can't fade the track that the tank just made
Mystikal, I'm Unpredictable
Shit, anything else is unacceptable

[hook]

That Nigga Ain't Shit! Lyrics By Mystikal

Nigga you ain't shit

I woke up this morning dick rock hard
Had to piss so bad, that shit made me say God Lord!
Dick harder then a armadello
So I went in the bathroom and drained the little fellow
Flush the toilet, washed my hands
Took off my silk shirt, (whut else) and ? down my pants
I was rolling to meet this bitch in bout an hour (what you did)
????? and grabbed and towled and jumped my stankin ass in the shower
And now i'm feelin better, at least i'm smellin better
Instead of a combination of pussy and cheddar
I still smelled like last night's fuck
So washed my lips, fingertips, but I can't forget to wipe under the nuts
Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my asshole
Foggin up the mirrors, ?? all my fuckin clothes
Ain't that a bitch, i'm already runnin late
Thinkin I ain't got to do nothin, now I gotta change my outfit
Stepped to the closet and scanned the wardrobe
Seen that silk shirt, Tommy, fuck it, i'll wear that Polo though
Girbauds and Polo socks
Slipped on the Fila's cause it was too hot to bust the Timbo high tops
I looked in the mirror one last time for kicks
Like I really had to check, like I ain't know I was the shit
Everything was in place
Pearly whites, brown complextion, daily braids and daily face
Mirror, mirror, wasup, who's the most stuck up
??? bitch I just fucked that stankin slut
Thats the thought for the day
I'm bouts to cut that hoe (why) she can't fuck anyways
Now i'm back on my mission
But before I hit the fuckin front door, gots to hit the kitchen
Cause all the ? is gettin bigger
Man, I ain't ate shit (dawg, ain't you hungry)
dawg, hungrier than three niggas
Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though
Fuck it i'll grab that left-over cold cut combo
And now the stomachs at ease
I'm bout the jet, but first grab the beeper, the ring, the ?, and the keys
And now i'm ready for the street
Lookin neat, smellin sweet from my teeth to my fuckin feet
I guees it's part of my job (what job nigga)
Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, sharper then sharp
So if you catch my in the club don't say shit
Sweatin a nigga like Micheal ?? Tyler don't pay bitch
Cause I ain't that nigga thats gonna play with ya
Or stay with ya, but i'll damn sure lay with ya
Cause i'm that type of nigga to tell a bitch that I love em quick
Better but not beleive it though (why) cause I ain't bout shit

That nigga ain't shit
That nigga ain't bout shit
That nigga ain't shit
[2x]

Murderer Iii Lyrics By Mystikal

[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]