Ghetto Fabulous (explicit)

Fuckin right i'm hip-hop
I hoe hop, i'm funky as a pair of reeboks with no socks
I'm hot like a nigga ? the beef to the beers with no brats
I'm tight like them twistin up under the 6 with no top
I've been up all night
Writing like a motherfucker cluck with no clock
Been platinum and i'm still stompin
Rock jam-packed concerts and bitch filled parties
Done had them standin more than a hot comb when i perform
Gotta em feelin like they in saigon when they hear what i got
I got funk
No limit legitimate respect the man of power
I turn your motherfuckin thunderstorm into scattered showers
Yo bam, bitches can't get down
Like me and the pound can, we ain't gotta bring up soundscan
I come into focus when they all starin
I turn your fuckin head and, spin your fuckin ball bearings
Hit the antenna so they all scatterin
Believe that cause i'm tellin you
They don't challenge what they can't handle
M-y-s-t-i
Smoke spinach, eat chicken, shit bullets, spit fire
I'm above you like the sky
Like the clouds like the gods like the birds and the pilots
You know why i'm here, come to say it loud
For the one-thousand nine-hundred and nine nine
To infinity and beyond
Now.. now.. now.. now.. bitch

Respect my motherfucking mind
Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you think
Bitch i kill you
Respect my fucking mind
Fuck what you think, fuck what you feelin
Bitch i kill you
Respect my mind
Fuck what you think, fuck what you feelin
Bitch i kill you
Respect my fucking mind
Bitch i kill you, bitch i kill you
I said bitch i kill you

Back-bending, that's that nigga spinning
Y'all done feeling my line before i finish my sentence
This microphone's for holdin
I don't give a fuck, as quick as you bring them niggaz
Then that's how fast them niggaz get fucked over
No prisoners at no time
I'm so advanced i put your ass in the blender
With my own rhyme, bitch say, "damn that nigga tight!
I heard what he did to that other rapper that other night
And dawg that shit wasn't right!"
I'm nothin nice in the shinin lights
No band, no choir, just me and my fucking nike's
But am i missing something? fuck no
I got the whole crowd bucked up, "uh ohhh!"
I smash a rapper into smithereens
Make him spill his beans
Then i'm running with the guillotine
Diss on my rhymes bitch and diss on my records
Diss on my moms bitch you gon' respect it!

Respect my fucking mind
Fuck what you thinkin, fuck what you feelin
Bitch i kill you
Respect my mind
Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you thinkin
Bitch i kill you
Respect my mind
Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you thinkin
Bitch i kill you
Respect my fucking mind
Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you thinkin
Bitch i kill you
Respect my mind
Bitch i kill you, bitch i kill you, bitch i kill you
Respect my fucking mind
Bitch i kill you, bitch i kill you, bitch i kill you!

[silkk] (mystikal)
Man these niggas...
They might have to learn the hard way.
(y'all gon' learn!)
Y'all gon' learn.
(yeah y'all gon' learn!)
Mystikal, snoop nigga, silkk the shocker nigga
(they gon' learn!)
(we gon' teach em!)

[mystikal] (silkk)
Nah! come on come on
(come on!)
Come on nah, come on
Come on come on
(what, what)
Come on (come on)
Nah!

[mystikal]
I'm quick to bang bang bang, pop pop pop
I'll kick in the fuckin door before i knock knock knock
You gon' duck duck duck when i buck buck buck
Actin bad bad bad and i'm fuckin somethin up
Lay yo shit down, i'm comin to get down
Count my money, 20,000 dollars times my shoe size when i get down
To a big eyed, big pussied big bootied bitch i'm cute
But to a motherfuckin buster i'm a sabretooth
I'm comin to get you, ain't no savin you
I'm five times stronger than the hate for niggas in the heart
Of david duke
I take your style from ya, and your pride from ya
I turn ya upside down, shake the dope out you
And take your high from ya
I'll bless ya, way before the ha-choo
Can't nobody fuck this bitch up like i do

[chorus:] x 6
Let's go do it! nah!
Let's go do it! let's do it!

[snoop dogg]
I'm at my pad actin bad and my bitch got me mad
But i'm gon let my khakis sag and continue to mash
Blue flag around my head, gold tank on my chest
Motherfuck y'all niggas talkin shit out west
I'm down south hustlin, crushin, bustin on punk busters
I know them niggas wanna rush us, but can't touch us
When y'all see us, a hundred thousand deep, duck us
I keep a can of repellent for you suckers, motherfuckers
What the fuck y'all figure?
Big snoop dogg, yeah i'm still that same old nigga
Gang bangin, p don't mind, i feel ya
Dogg pound crip on mine, and i kill ya
If you cross that line, it's a thin line
Between the nine millimeter and that hairline
Trigger, nigga, cap peelers and drug dealers
Real niggas feel us, especially them bonafide cold hard killers
Now i know y'all niggas don't want us to get things crackin
With all that jaw jackin you bitch ass niggas keep yappin
I'm slappin niggas in they face for the nine eight
Let's go do this mystikal, what the fuck we waitin for nigga?

[chorus]

[silkk]
Get up, like a robbery, nigga fuck fuck
That's real cuz after i rob a nigga, what what
Y'all don't want no problems with us us
Problem here, let them niggas go, followed by a buck buck
So forget what you sayin nigga fuck you and fuck who you with
You shoulda know motherfuckers, who you were fuckin with
Silkk the shocker motherfucker, that's my last time
Made man, motherfucker, little brother of the last don
Niggas talkin about you got beef with this nigga
All hoods talkin about you better have a meet with this nigga
How could i beef with this nigga?
Cuz that's that nigga, (who?) that's that nigga
(who you talkin about?) everybody talkin about
(that's him?) that's that nigga
I can sleep with my heat, i can even sleep with a freak
I can do a lot of things, i just can't sleep with no beef
Like you can't eat with no teeth you can't rob the police
Just like you can't cook with no heat
When i get to comin, ain't no comin wet
When i get to bustin, fuck all y'all, ain't no comin back
See you shoulda known, i wasn't scared of no nigga
All mystikal and snoop gotta say is one thing
Talk about, let's go get em

[chorus till fade]

Whatcha gone do, whatcha gone do nigga huh?

There he go, there he go, there he go
(get that mother fucker) 7x's

(mystikal)
If you gone be down be down stay down
Get the fuck from round me.
Nigga let me know if you got some type of fuckin' problem
We can solve it, wash it up and dissolve it
Up the pistol lay it down on the carpet.
I aint come here for no fuckery don't fuck with me
Niggaz sly be ducking like pac cause i'm a hoodlum like skull duggery
You cant get enough of me
Don't worry bout the pain bitch cause you gone die sudden
They be playin taps for yo ass at reveille
You aint gone need no "do not disturb" cause you gone sleep heavenly.
I'm reminess bout my baby, then i wipe my tear.
Plottin revenge on one of these bitch ass nigga out chea.
I done lost it; i done surpassed mad
I can't keep still cause my nerves are bad.
I punch the brick wall with my balled up fist
I know i can't rest till i catch that bitch!!!

There he go, there he go, there he go
(get that mother fucker) 8x's


(mystikal)
There he go, there he go wit his ol' lady
Deck out hands down back turned like its all gravy.
Why nigga now bye bye nigga took a long
But i got that nigga fine.
And yall gon have to forgive me.
This nigga here can cancel new years
Cause he aint even much gone live to see christmas.
Wrong! wrong!!
Nigga get yah issue.
I was beatin up his kidney with this motherfuckin 50.
A job well done make dick get hard.
I bagged that bitch with the pistol then i walked the fuck off.
Huh. what goes around comes around my nigga.
So why i'm still here i'mma hold down my nigga.
This for the gangstas and killas, drug dealers and wig splitters.
This for my niggas locked down and all the niggas that feel us.
This for the projects and ghettos with the scatter sight.
And every street nigga thats duckin' them flash lights.

There he go, there he go, there he go
(get that mother fucker) 8x's

(guilotine)
Hum yah ahh this guilotine bitch.
Father foolishness i'm still here what about yo self?
You still runnin' nigga. cause we lookin for yah.
Bitch you must believe that a nigga lookin' for yah.
So keep runnin, cause we still comin' as long as you runnin'
We gone make money so fuck everything you stand for nigga.
Father foolishness.

[master p]
Woman like my momma
Ain't no woman like my momma (11x)

Sharin liquor with the homies, reminiscin bout the old days
Cookin dinner in your kitchen listenin to the bar-kays
When i was sick, you came got me from school
When i got suspended momma, you taught me the rules
And even though, i never had a daddy
Momma took me where i need to go in a old school caddy
A single parent on welfare
And even though times were hard momma made sure the rent was there
And we couldn't fold name brands
But momma kept her kids neat, that's why we understand
And momma even rode the greyhound
To see her little man, when he was locked down
And even though i life the street life
Momma prayin for her baby, hope he get his mind right
It feel good to see momma on top
I told you if i make it momma you won't be forgot

Chorus: repeat 2x

[singers] momma life ain't cool
[master p] ain't no woman like my momma
[singers] tell me what would i do without you
[master p] ain't no woman like my momma

[mystikal]
I thank god, for keeping you strong, but you keep me strong
Things'd be different if, momma wasn't home
Who gon' fix the grits and eggs and smoked sausage
Teach me and love me and raise me and watch me
Who gon' lift my spirits when i get sad?
Discipline me when i need a stain whip on my ass
I was seven years old when i lost dad
Trying to accept the fact but i was too young to understand
Who gon' take the slack and carry the load?
Make ends meet while in the grocery stores?
Who's the single parent to me and my big sister
That had me happy on my birthday and merry at christmas?
Who took care of us, did everything for us?
Stood by and didn't leave, just because
We was yours, she was ours
Who was still sweet when everything went sour?
You mom!

Chorus

[silkk the shocker]
I couldn't imagine gettin this far, without you
Even when the bills was due, you found a way to come through
Even though we didn't have money, we seemed rich
We had each other me and my sisters and brothers, forget the other shit
You was side by side when i was sick
Early in the morning, cooking eggs and grits
You was the first one up, but you was the last one sleepin
Made sure we had somethin to eat, last one to eatin
Couldn't live our life for us so, let us know
Wanted to tell us, but you had to just, let us grow
Gettin older now, soon have to, let us go
We was goin through some things momma but you never, let it show
And i only get one of you so i, cherish the times
Didn't know how to tell you how much you meant to me
So i wrote that line
So wherever you at, i hope you doin fine
You did so much for me then, i'll do the same for you in time

Chorus

Chorus w/o master p

[fiend] a tell me what's your name?
[mystikal] mc mystikal
[fiend] what's your alias?
[mystikal] i'm the prince of the south
[fiend] what's your thing?
[mystikal] i ain't playing with your bitch ass
[fiend] so boy what'd you say?
[mystikal] here i go here i go

[mystikal]
Bitch i'll backslap or backstab after that kidnap a whack rap
Bring it louder if you coming to rap
Your arms to short your legs to small
I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog
Break it in two and tru so do
By myself i can take you and you and you and you
Straight forward like kerri kittles
Nigga's head bob very little
Gooder than a whole hand full of skittles
Evil with feedback when i turn on the mic
I'm the spritz that has to "chsssss" when you open your sprite
No fight no war no brawl y'all ain't ready
When they see me their eyes get big arms get sweaty

[mystikal]
Enough to go around you know exactly how it go down
In house uptown big boys throw down
Out of control ballers from bagwood back to new orleans
If it'll make ya feel good that's what you can call it

[mystikal] what's your name!?
[mac] mac the don, motherfucker
[mystikal] what's your alias?
[mac] shell shocked nigga
[mystikal] what's your thing?
[mac] murder murder murder murder
[mystikal] nigga what'd you say?
[mac] wooooaaaaah

[mac] who rocks it?
I play the plug you play the socket
Y'all got your pieces nicked lets cock it
Now how i get your open knock and lock it
Y'all niggas fail so now y'all trying to jock it
My formula's trill (watch it watch it)
These fake ass niggas are blocking
With niggas with them ill times are rocking
He lifts and cocked it
Suckers are toxic
I'm all about what's falling in my pocket
I'll be the one they wanna share that cock with
Your just that nigga that they wanna shock with
You never hit it told your niggaz you did it
You probably ate it
Laid back and masturbated
Take them fake wood strips off the side of you ride
Cause real niggas keep their war on the inside that's money with pride
Shell shock niggas
We on the block niggas
Fiend cocked in 98
We bought more figures and triggers
We be murder murder too
So have my money or have my shit
And oh tell your little sister to stay up off my dick!

[mystikal] what's your name!?
[fiend] capitol f-i-e-n-d
[mystikal] what's your alias?
[fiend] i'm mr. get it on jones
[mystikal] what's your thing?
[fiend] i'm the one that call the shotti
[mystikal] what'd you say?
[fiend] whomp whomp! whomp whomp whomp!

[fiend] i'm the decided private miscontorting to fire on me
Bringing you extra clips and jeans favorite style's sareen
Mr. get it on jones
I noticed i didn't drop the phone
If it's on then it's on
Mister stay loaded up the zone
I stay rolling on some chrome
Mr. bad ass nigga
??????????????????
My verbal class can kill ya
I'm a mad man killer
Warning no hommie can turn ya to thugs and drug dealers
So what the fuck up nigga
Expect me to be discrete
Well you bitches beneath me like athletes feet
Ya have ????? can't beat a handicapped
As for me i mastered the art of mc
It was all before bc
Wanna see me?
Close your eyes and hold your breath
That whore pushing that store
Cutting on over to quicker death
Bet you niggas are set for ghettos soon to be junk
Got lyrical ???? up
I'm mr. war war

[mystikal] what's your name?
[silkk] silkk the shocker!
[mystikal] what's your alias?
[silkk] mister!
[mystikal] what's your thing?
[silkk] i'm a made man nigga!
[mystikal] nigga what'd you say?
[silkk] aaaaaahhhhhh!

[silkk] (mister!) mister hang with real thugs
Mister's real blood
Mister don't shoot blanks
Mister shoot real slugs
I never feel shit except from the ghetto
And i don't feel love
Nigga i'm out there pissed without this nook
I see a club
Nigga what?
Mister hit your block
Mister hit your spot
Mister you better duck the fuck down or mister's getting shot
Come on come with me
Come and get me
I'm gonna find you some hurting
I drop flies that hurt the same time i hit the horn street man tries to hurt
Me
Let me negotiate my contract on the beach he got me some ends
Look turned 19 look nigga i got me a benz
You know me see that nigga gonna flock with the rocks in his hands
He ain't worth a cop just to block his rocks and then ran
I check my flow last year only got better
So cold now if it's hot i can still rock leather
Mister ain't no l-i-m-i- to the t
(that's mac that's fiend, mystikal your silkk the shocker) yeah that's me!

[silkk] what's your name?
[mystikal] mc mystikal
[silkk] what's your alias?
[mystikal] i'm the prince of the south
[silkk] what's your thing?
[mystikal] i ain't playing with your bitch ass
[silkk] what'd you say?
[mystikal] the mans right here

[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

Mystikal: ugh camera rolling
Shouldn't a did that
Me and busta rhymes

Busta rhymes:busta rhymes and mystikal nigga
Ha ha ha ha hahahaha

Mystikal: bitch i'm on a mission
Not the one to be mixed up from this nigga and that nigga
Hundred percent, full blooded natural, rap whipper
Ass kicker, mad spliffer, back flipper
That much colder than the last nigga
Come from my pops so y'all aint fucking with me
I come to get down, its time to get down
I think u chicken bust a cap
I'm the one mixed with duggery and master p ugh!
Mystikal and busta rhymes
Ohh shit the shocker and the guillitine
Down, now put my gun on fire
One eight zero zero can't nobody fly
Like the cotton off your bottem then its gotta be me
Late at night, lights out, you in a perminent sleep
Aint many of these niggas coming harder than me
Flip mode, no limit, who you thought it would be?

Chorus: mystikal/busta rhymes(busta rhymes mimics mystikal)
Wacha want nigga?
Wacha need nigga?
We gonna give it to ya
Untill u bleed nigga
Now where my live niggas?
Where my live bitches?
This for my live niggas
This for my live bitches
Now wacha want nigga?
Wacha need nigga?
We gonna give it to you
Untill u bleed nigga
Now where my live niggas?
Where my live bitches?
This for my live niggas
This for my live bitches

Busta rhymes:
Contact we will bomb that
All i know is they will make a nigga
We will omb back when we contact
For better or worse
Make a niggas heart sweell up and burst
You know one of my niggas busting shots first
Bust another shot off into the earth
Leave a nigga stressed
Feeling the pain of a women giving child birth
See now a days everywhere we go we'll carry ya
Even when we swinging with bitches down at the mariot
Chickens that will bust back on you and the ferries that
Waiting for me to marry ya
Ride up in my chariot
Sorry but i aint having it
Thinking u can roll cause you wearing a little glamour and acting all irogant
Bitch nigga
Beet it like micheal and fuck up you cycle
Blast you with my grandfather's rifle
I'm great to stifle
Bitch
Create a crises your paying the prises
With the devil you was never richeous
I think i might just, hit you now?
You know u can fold here, niggas know it aint all there
Prepare for warfare, niggas is everywhere
Fuck with my niggas we are double there
Flip mode nigga you'll find trouble here
Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning
Hoping and learning
You yerning to take hold of a niggas burning
Reps for every grain of salt from every street corner
The ones you wanted from brooklyn to the south of the border
No limit and flip mode in this bitch
While mystikal and busta rhymes be straight busting your shit

Chorus 2

Mystikal:
I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquit
Take the wall out, fall out
I'm not playing with these dumb bitches
What you doing if your riches don't fit ya?
Ball playing and swinging on a track
We some big old niggas
Not some dead old niggas
Bitch you trying to do something
I'm gonna get on with ya
I'm scratchy!
You can't match
I'm known for getting nasty
With my ciggerette ass
Once i get this fucker started you can't stop
Oww you done fucked up now
Mystikal and busta rhymes like dolomite and red fox
They frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox

Chorus 3