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Humph, come on |
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It's the nigga that get hard than starch in your fuckin' creases |
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Rip it to pieces |
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Slicin' and dicin' and icin' em' right with the mic I use |
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That's as clean as a wild teacher |
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Eyes stay tight when they fade |
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To watch swarm bleedin' |
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From out the freeza' |
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Can't you see 'em? |
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Jesus! |
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Big tittie Tina Boppas out she catchin' Mystikal Fever |
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Ol' you'll be sayin' you ain't takin' no shit this time |
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Nigga me neither |
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You could leave nigga fuck we don't need you |
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Rapper, killer , loaded, beat |
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Swivel, shark, butchers meat |
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A lot of you niggas believe in walkin' a thin line |
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But when I get through with cha' all I be hearin' is, aaw |
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Of all maps and adages knocking off hats |
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Y'all know |
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Act a ass |
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But don't call me that |
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Fix your fuckin' shirt |
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Tie your fuckin' shoe strangs |
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Jive and Mystikal comin' up in the bull dagger |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever |
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These niggas know |
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These niggas know when it's Mystikal season |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever |
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These niggas know |
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These niggas know when it's Mystikal's Fever |
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Keep my mutherfuckin' fist balled up |
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Case a motherfucker tryin' to start somethin' |
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Takin' Ginseng got yo lil'dick hard makin' it harder |
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Think you gon' jump in the ring |
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And go pound for pound with the knockout king? |
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No shit like that gon' happen 'cause them |
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Niggas down here ain't gon' fuck wit' what I bring |
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You heard the the motherfuckin' door open |
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You heard that ar, you know that's me |
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If it was a wrestlin' match |
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You'll be on your back like one-two-three |
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Come off the top ropes leave you knocked out |
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With your mouth open |
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And they gon' have to take yo ass home |
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And leave you in a hot tub and soak |
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Bar banga' and if you don't want swang |
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Wit' a mic I tell you nigga |
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I'm wild ass a gorilla on chain |
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Time to flow wit a natural-born go getter |
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This for my Hustlas to Ballas, gangstas and Cap Pilla's |
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Hustlas to Ballas |
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Gangstas and Cap Pilla's |
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Hustlas and gangstas |
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Gangstas and Cap Pilla's |
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Hustlas to Ballas |
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Gangstas and Cap Pilla's |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever |
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These niggas know |
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These niggas know when it's Mystikal season |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever |
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These niggas know |
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These niggas know when it's Mystikal Fever |
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I'll go pound for pound wit' the knuckle coffin motherfucker |
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Rush 'em and touch 'em |
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Then stand over his ass and screamin' I told you not to start nothin' |
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I'ma damage you |
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You ain't got the stamina |
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Half the talent to match, to dance wit' the Tarantula |
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When I'ma chargin' at cha |
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Niggas be tryin' to copy cat |
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Wanna jump on the mic and do what I do but can't keep up |
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Ain't no thankin' |
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That shit's gon' change |
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'Cause when I drop off Mystikal sound a likes |
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Gone have to get the fuck off |
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Crackin' they glasses |
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Smashin' they records |
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Smash and catchin' they ass all day and tackle they ass |
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Tell 'em all settle shop down |
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Close for show |
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Put it down like 1990 M.C. Hammer |
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I hope |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever |
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These niggas know |
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These niggas know when it's Mystikal season |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever |
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These niggas know |
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These niggas know when it's Mystikal Fever |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever |
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These niggas know |
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These niggas know when it's Mystikal season |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' |
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Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever |
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These niggas know |
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These niggas know when it's Mystikal Fever |
