Mind Of Mystikal (explicit)

Chorus (mystikal & insane): repeat 2x

[insane] guns murder niggas at night....
[mystikal] man, niggas even kill niggas at night
[insane] cops murder niggas at night...
[mystikal] i'll be fucked if i'm gonna let them bitches murder mine!!!

[mystikal]
Motherfuckin murderer....shot my fuckin brother
But when i find him, i'm gone get that motherfucker!
He playin the role of one them niggas that's always talkin noise
Runnin inside, talkin that shit, front of his fuckin boys
Fuck that, i'm lockin that bolt back
Loadin that gat, here that glock come, [gunshot]
Out'cha fuckin' head... standin on the corner
I'm peepin on ya, so i can creep up on ya!!!!
Calmin my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick em in my mind
You want it? fine, i done reached for that nine
I'm gone do you in
I'm tellin ya bitch you gone have to get up quick
And hit the bricks before i do you in
Two of your boys spied me comin
Them coward-hearted niggas started runnin
But not you though, you gots to play the hard role
Stop playin it up like a bone, bitch i know you are
Talkin head gonna put you on your deathbed
Just cuz you got a gat, that's just why you actin brave
Got a gat i got a glock, what'cha gone do?
Handle your business, don't let your business handle you!

Chorus

[mystikal]
Pull your shirt down bitch
I know you got a gat, but i ain't scared bout that bullshit
It don't matter how many fuckin guns you got
The only thing that matter, is a nigga, to get the first shot
Cuz if i peep, that ass is fallin to the street
Bitch retreat or that ass is deeeeeeead meat
Smack your teeth, but i'ma knock you off your fuckin feet
They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street
When n.o. meet, who gives a fuck about a poor neat scene?
We got beef, so i'ma shoot'cha like a fake bitch
Let you know just who you fuckin' with
But i ain't that type of nigga
That's liable to shoot you over no dumb shit!
If i'ma pop ya, i'ma pop ya for just cause
You talk too much shit plus, you popped one of my boys
Gankin niggas i'm gettin downright scandolous!!!!
[gunfire] you can't handle this!!!!
So when you're out bitch, move or i won't step
Cuz if i catch'cha i'ma drill ya in your fuckin chest
I ain't gone gone ride by and pop, cause i might miss
I'ma walk up to your face, pop point blank bitch!!!
That's what you get, from out there tryin to go act bad
Not even bruce lee, could whoop a bullet ass
Got'cha, come, get this ass whoopin
If you bringing them niggas with ya, that's nothin
I'm poppin' the clip in
Nigga fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher
You might run but i'ma catch 'em!!!!

Chorus

[mystikal]
(yo nigga you caught that bitch yet?)
Fuck no! i ain't caught that bitch yet
I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project
But i bet'cha, when i stop, runnin behind em
Get up, pack my shit and i'll stop, and then i'll fuckin find him
Yo dumb ass in the street
Fuck that shit, cuz i'ma catch your ass this week
Monday, a one day when you go play [alot of gunfire], goes the a.k.
Sprayin on his ass like a roach, and if i approach, too late to duck hoe
Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse
How in the fuck you gone duck a twelve round burst?
Hammin at that ass on tuesday, put up the nine
Go get the a.k.
Bitch if i catch you in the mall wednesday
That's the day that ass fall
Then it might be thursday, three round burst day
The day i'm blood thirsty
Fuck that, wait til friday, payday!!!!
Shoot'cha in your face and take your money, j
Now wait til the weekend, heh, yeah
Saturday, that's the day you go creepin
But you better be watchin your back cuz i'm sneakin [door noise]
Waitin for my chance to do your ass in
I don't give a fuck if it's on sunday
God gone have to forgive me, cuz i'ma shoot'cha in your head nigga

Chorus

[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

What you what you gon do
What you gon uh

What you what you gon do nigga?

What you what you want what you gon do nigga

Here i go!!!
Here i go!!!
Here i go!!!
Here i go!!!
Here i go!!!

I, know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit me cuz i cant fuck wit my damn self

Here i go!!!

I, know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit me cuz i can't fuck wit my damn self

Here i go!!!

Da man right chea!!!
(da man right chea)
Da man
Da man right chea

Mister man right chea!

Here i go!!!
Here i go!!!

Y'all muthafukkaz betta get ready to rumble!!
Get in da line like a conga
Plastic like plumbin
Spicy like gumbo
Y'all muthafukkaz aint ready!!!!
Hey to dem boyz
Get at dem bitches and cut dey ass
As sharp as a machetti
Dope i dont, herbs i do,
You bitches probably couldnt see me wit a birds eye view
Ooh,
It's alive, finna make yo head spin
Stop walkin da one way to a fukkin dead end
Bitch ya yellow, coward-hearted
Gotta erase dem boys
Get da gas and he can go
Get this fukkin fire started
Yo heart jump like a base line bump
You bad enough to meet the alligator in the swamp

Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!

Da man right chea!!

I, know y'all niggaz aint fukkin wit me cuz i cant fukk wit my damn self

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,


What you muthafuckas know bout rappin?
(what you muthafuckas know bout rappin?)
Who put you on the map?
(who put you on the fuckin map?)

I, know y'all niggaz aint fukkin wit me cuz i cant fukk wit my damn self
(my damn self)

Here i go!!

Da man right chea!
(somebody said that you wuz lookin for me!)
Here i go!
Here i go!

Uh, uh,

Damn,
(somebody said that you was lookin for me)
Uh,
(uh)
Uh,
All right
(what you be doin, what you be doin?)

Rhyme slayin,
Straight, suckaz im slayin
Hoes im layin
Niggaz can't barely stand
I got em layin and prayin
The man (....?....)
Ask them hoez, i aint playin wit em
Wanna get beef,
I haveta turn my cheek
Cock back like like mad max
And knock out one of dem fuckin teeth
Im a mean, gene machine
The exocutioner, be appeased wit gillotine
My lifestyle is rural
I'll hit on ya poodle
After disaster, have ya sippin on chicken noodle
Get ya ass in gear and,
Gettin fucked while ya winnin
Im the shark in the dark, bitch at night dont go swimmin
Cuz if you do you doomed
(...?...) i'll be da king of da looney toons
Sweatin and gaspin,
Im a massive assasin
All this smashin and smashin
Kickin ass wit a passion
Mystikal's on a role
Jus that cold
(ice cold)
Anotha nigga couldnt touch me wit a flagpole
Wanna fight iron mike
But ya too damn light
Like a knife,
I'll rip ya from ya ass to ya appetite
Gangsta
(...?...)
Fuck a (?) i'm the foreign minister
Don't brag fast
Wanna battle? bring a body bag!!
I'm gonna need it, to carry yo stupid ass
I observe, time to serve
Rhymes i heard
Like words of king george iii
I proceed, to mislead
The sweet hoes i cheated
Devour like its sour like johnny appleseed
I intrude,
Hoes call me rude
Bitch i'm smooth,
Whatch ya fuckin attitude
Blast from the past
Curse like i'm mad
I'm like a black cat
On the trail of a fat rat!
You finna overdose and choke off these rhymes i wrote

(somebody said that you wuz lookin for me!!)

Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!
Here i go!

Da man right chea!!!

Im comin straight for yo throat,
Like a coyote on a goat
Nobody know,
You sweatin me like a hoe
Be no,
You hoe
Cannot find a antidote
Cuz when i start to float
Murder he wrote
Huff puff and bluff
Come touch this rough stuff
And get cuffed
Snuffed buffed and scuffed
You can't hit this
Get with this no witness
I'm bad to da bone, i'll fuck you up with the quickness
I paid my dues
I'm bad news to fools
I choose you lose
Fuck you fools
I wreck boo-coo crews
Wit the words i use
I'm bout to be feelin like zz hill cuz im screamin and screamin and singin the blues
You be (...?...)
I never bled in battle, i refuse to lose
You can bring ya whole posse, bitch i still wont lose
I'll stomp ya whole staff,
You must want a bloodbath,
Fuckin riff-raff
Break you in half
And laugh
Then snap and served you
I (..?..) and heard you
Think about dem words you heard
You fuckin nerd
You tried to probably rob me
Dodge me
Fuckin fightin makin money on my hobby
Freezin degrees
Run em up, shut em up, buttered em up
What up?
Wanna fight? bitch, put em up
How dat sound?
Come get knocked down
Bolos i throw bitch you won't last no round
I bet let's see
What we can fuck wit next
Step dat ass in the ring
(ding)
And i'mma jab it and jet
Cuz i am the baddest black prince of the south
If you run up, you'll get knocked the fuck out!!!
Pound for pound, blow for blow
We can go
Into the ring
Ass whoopin

Here i go!!!
Here i go!!!
Here i go!!!

Da man right chea!

Chorus: mystikal

Bitch i'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch i'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch i'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch i'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch i'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch i'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch i'm out that boot camp clicc
I got my rifle and my rocks see. (2x)

Mystikal......
Left, your left
Left, your left, dress it right
Left your left, cover down soldier

Mark time march
Company! (left!)
Atten---hut!

[mystikal]
It's strictly representation of the boot camp clicc
Got to find, got you runnin that train!
The m-16 a2 the nine millimeter beretta aim!
You better be dressed for wet weather soldier i get cold as north dakota
I'ma do whatever whenever to run yo muthafuckin' ass back to the border!
Rock and roll ya' i control ya' i can hold ya' lock and load
Thirty round clip, flesh gon' rip
Ain't shit a tourniquet can fix, the booby trap tripped
I drop p's and 203's on you mc's
Ranked and hit the rooms, stand back heave!
In danger, but in the ranger i drank king cobra's
Out my canteen and smoked optimos
In the ashtray, violent, move silent
Five meter hittin single file counter
You in my sights you gonna die
You on it tight keep yo head down, eye's right
All you dying on the battlefied strictly for survival
(i hope you got your bible) bitch!!! i got my rifle!!!!!!!!!!!

Chorus

[black menace]
I hope you know nobody can take me
Handle my business i'm in this the winter
You fuck the menace and you will be tasting my tennis
And when i get finished you be needing a dentist
I'm ready to end this niggas defenseless when i be laying that shit down
Hold up, where the fuck you going? nah nigga don't quit now
Reachin' up under your shirt like you got a strap but you ain't using shit!
Fuck bringin' out guns i'ma start drowning niggas
Like susan smith cause youz the bitch making me believe
You other than a bitchcock it's drama time and i'm playin
The role of a black alfred hitchcock
B double o-t c-a-m-p better be known
Where the best lay now what the fuck that camp like
(it's for life ess-say) i got my glock locked the fuck down
And i'm still gonna be pullin' a plug
Much love to my niggas that's full off the buzz i say what up cuz
I buzzed off the suds partna' i does what i want to
You tink your pretty c-a-t smart don't you
That first step's a loo-loo and i'm too through
So chill bailin' straight from the five-oh-four
So slow your roll and recognize the real

Chorus

[mystikal and black menace]
It's a runway from home can't escape the killin
Feel ready to peel casket feel for real
Twistin' the night away ak's the weapon
Step into the darkness this nigga be heartless
With the still feel me as i duck your guts upon a corner
Down for the funk smell the aroma death i'm on ya
Erase your blood stains ghetto train like a pit
Survival kit marks the beast nigga triple six
Minus one up out the chamber, endangered species
Be me when i'm in anger rearrange your structure
Bustin' at you bustas usa to russia
Fuck you never trusta' bitch i'm out that boot camp!

Chorus

Mystikal:
Company (left!) grrrrrrrr....hoooooooooo!!!
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! hee! (forward!!)
(mystikal....)
Forward....march!!!!! (move left!!)
Left..... go left
Left..... go left
Left..... go left
Left..... go left
Left, left inch left
Go left right just right
Go left, left double it down go left right left
Left, left, left, left, left

Black menace:
Big rob been chillin'
Black menace aaaaahh aaaaahh aaaaahh heeeee

(precise)
Man, them niggas can't fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man!

(mystikal)
I know, i, i, i know
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause i can't
Fuck with my damn self
I know, i know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me i
I know y'all niggaz...
Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga
Thirteen motherfucking years through this shit
Bruh, i been rappin since la-di-da-di some fucking where

I know y'all niggaz i know y'all niggaz i know y'all niggaz
Aw shit, it's on nigga

Chorus:

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause i can't fuck with my damn self
When mystikal hits the door (door closing sound)

See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like i do
I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me and they can't but they try to
Some niggaz just need to be warned
It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own
Nigga go ring the alarm
Matter fact better know what it take
For the back of your head to hit that grass
Let' s get this straight from the jump
I ain't playing with your bitch ass
These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean
Fuckin with that saudi arabian
Desert storm veteran 12th ward offspring
I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets
To the hills, to the back of the tracks
A-a-ask them hos, did i do that?
I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches
I'm the man with single and double and triple
And four five six time them bitches
I'm the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed
Standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg
Much bone and i don't fail a test
Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river
I can't be fucked with, you can't touch this better grab hold
Bitch i'm so cold i'm like a 24 year-old north pole!
Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes
Grippin my nuts as i strut in my baggy ass girbauds
Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, like jubilee all
I'm harder than a nigga watchin' janet jackson in draws!
But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it
M-y-s-t-i-k-a-l y'all ain't ready though!

Chorus 2x

(precise)
So mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?

I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a rambo spear
See y'all can stop lookin at another nigga
Face cause bitch the man right here
You nigga didn't think that i could swing mine
Bitch i'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (i ain't lying)
Talking behind my back don't make me no nevermind
Cause all you can say is i'm smarter than einstein
I'm fire like cayenne!
You'll never catch me cause i'm swift as a hyena
Gimme the chance i'll rock the lakefront arena
Like teena marie be rockin tipitina's (damn gina)
Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner
It's all in the way i lay my game down
Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town
But everybody think these niggaz be wantin me
To prove that i'm the man
Bitch i'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan
I got no love for no b-i-e-otch
Matter fact's been that way since i was wearin osh kosh b'gosh
But yet y'all steadily trying to squab bout me
When i come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk about me
Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do
Matter fact i'm a tell you mother fuckers three things i'm a never do
One : never gonna change my style
Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow
I'm gettin tired of being sick and tired
Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high
Suck big dick and die
Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade
The tan shade man with the braids
Bitches peep as i creep through the 12th ward
I done offended these niggaz compare me
To niggaz that gotta practice looking hard
Bitch-a won't leave me alone
I'm not that thug and i'm not that ruggish but i do pack bone
Black prince of the south that's my title
Bitch i'm whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like michael
I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow
(inhaling) whoo there they go y'all niggaz ain't ready yo

Chorus

Bitch i pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it don't harm me
Bitch i'm entertaining like cedric and i'm mac like bernie
I'm black like menace and i'm g like slimm
I'm sporty like t and i'm smooth like tim
I can click just like the boot camp but i'm conscious like daughter
Bitch i'm insane but um, you still be wantin
To claim that i'm your partner
I'm down just like bust plus i'm ice just like mike
And i'm the living lyrical miracle i'm just ice like precise
I'm the invisible man you blind you can't see shit
Picture i got more bitches on my dick than bitches at freaknik

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....