Unpredictable (explicit)

<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)

Michelle elizabeth tyler (4x)

There we go right there, ok were on the air
Let's go

We grew up with showbusiness on our mind
In hope to make a big name
Thats why me and my sister was a stiff competition
Show off when company came
Nothing but little, cause i was too shy
Stupid in front of the rest of the family
Shake that ass!
Although my sister was the one with the beautiful voice
I still had to go last
Everybody wait, now i'm a cut the fools
The nigga laughing, acting goofy
I either came in the room when everybody go bye
And do the michael jackson and just act stupid
But lately, me and my people ain't been havin' to many family groupin's
Or maybe, it just some times heard a sweet melody of my baby who be
You was there through the struggle
As y'all come and try to reach the big picture
I'm tellin' ya
It hurt when you plan to do something with somebody you love
When it's time to do it, they can't be with you
I'm feelin' guilty to take it there, but better since you been gone
Well no matter
Must we fix up the furniture ain't the same when you ain't home baby
I'm 'a miss you forever, forget you never
But you gonna see the world through my eyes
And live what i never saw
So if you can see me way from heaven, over the cloud
You could be proud of your little brother, so look down and smile

Hook

Shine my lady, i miss you baby
For your my baby, my love is crazy
Your my sister, i'll always miss you
No one can get ya', cause god is with ya'
Shine my lady, i miss you baby
For your my baby, my love is crazy
There's no other, it's from your brother
Your son and mother, cause we all love ya'

All the sad songs in the world
Probably couldn't express how much i miss my baby
I just thank god that i had a big sister
The 29 beautiful years that he gave her
Even the days when i misbehaved
And i knew she was gonna get that belt to pop me
I could see the aggrivation in your face
My momma said that they had to watch me
"michelle, if you go somewhere, take michael with you"
Know what that meant
All up and down the house trying to find how your time gonna be spent
Cause i was too hard-headed
Everywhere you said "don't go", thats where i went
Always flipping, jumping around like a jackass,
Somewhere climbing a fence
Bring me my rocking robin, my double dutch bust
She had some song to sang for us, we had some name brands to discuss
Plus, i want to tell her i was sorry for leaving the toilet seat up
And not cleaning out the tub, and leaving peanut butter and jelly
And drinking out the kool-aid jar
I pissed you off, burned you up
When you told me "cut that music down", i turned it up
Bickering conflict cause y'all doubt how we showed out love
You was my flesh and blood, we was brother and sister
And it meant so much
Now i'm doing it, you supposed to be here
We supposed to be righting songs together
I'm telling ya', that girl tore talent shows up
But owned tina marie records
What you left us with, never be in vain
You gonna be shining, and they gonna know your name
Too many damn things left unexplained
But since you was an angel down here,
Then an angel there you shall remain
And thats always until my time, you're my strength, you're my life
Shine

Hook

Mothafuckin' murderer x2

Murdered my sister
The only thing ?i'm tryin to tell? is to take it to that nigga
Get that mutherfucker what i tell myself
Make that mutherfucka feel what chell felt
Heavenly father but ?your will? to bring them tears to her eyes
Fuck the fussin and the fights why she have to die
Couldn't ?beleive my baby? to leave away from here so goddamn early
I tried to tell her that nigga was bad news but she ain't heard me
Fact was that she love this bitch
But she found love on the graveyard shift
And how many ? mutherfuckin' quick lift, or spliff, on the fifth
Find my baby sister she ain't deserve that shit
Nigga you couldn't of, nigga you wouldn't
Put your hand on a women, how could it be my sister
Can't say i wouln't miss her
But i wouln't forget cha
Get that bitch for every time he hit ya
He gone pay for what he did ya
Murder!

Motherfuckin murderer x3

Possesed that nigga that hurt her
100% black queen self ?every women?
Nigga you lost your fuckin' life when you took hers from her
You took her from her brothers
And her baby mother from her
But after its said and done your ass gone burn like its summer
Even ?a fuck? bout a system
Sister was your victim
Fuck he said he didi it
What the fuck you mean your being a victim
Fuck him, i'll get 'em
Be that nigga to deal with him
Cut him and split him, reverse that feelin'
Commited ?mutherfuckin? centuries under my ceilin'
The paper said lacerations to her ? what did the killin'
But thats on my first born to make him my first blood
Nigga you took her from her fuckin' close friends and first cous'
She would probably miss my partner she was cool with
? multiplied by the people she went to school with
Never the less, rest my sweet sister
?i'm about to? handle this buisness
Get that thing and kiss ya picture
Heavenly fatherhe done put me in that water
But i got to get theat bitch for what he did to my momma daughter
Never dreamed he'd be the one to hurt her
She died a bloody murder
Murder!

Motherfuckin' murderer x4

Into the tick-tock of the wee hour
Shit started to get sour
She was killed by that fuckin' coward
How could nothin' take so much and
No more was uppin' no more huggin'
But his conciense know the truth so he fucked up and
Her memories was all that was left so to that i'm clutchin'
She was taken out of your reach now you can't touch her
Unfortunatly also taken from us so we gotta sufer
?dabalin'? down to that last supper
Gotta hustle
Feelin' my album shake the devil up
Reconstruct this motherfucka
I never slowed down just throw it down like i know how
Thought i do it like she would have wanted me to do it
I still can't believe i lost her in the worst way
She died wearin' my very first t-shirt on my birthday
Now what the fuck i'm supposed to celebrate
Would have celebrated if i caufgt his ass
But i got in my ?bed? and its too late
Everybody gotta roll they must play
No hollerin' when to pray
But this mutherfucka gotta pay
There will be no reasonable excuse for what you've done
Even ignored him when he started stealin' from me
Cause them was crumbs
A raindrop to a river
Huh, a sinner to a christian
A holler to a whisper
She was the sole reason that i got along wich ya
But i'm a never heal from the scars of what you did to my sister
Murderer!

Motherfuckin' murderer x6

Wuz up yall, wuz up soldiers? this m-p, the colonel.
We ain

(intro [snoop])
No limit. soldiers. (ughhhhhhhh!)
Dpgc. gangstas. (ha, ha!)
Look here, you got three crazy muthafuckas
In the same place at the same time.
(yeah, master p.)
You know this shit gon be off the hook.
(it's gon be the wildest shit you ever heard.)
For my bitches down south.
Southern hospitality.
(representin, ya heard me!)

[snoop]
From the cold, hard streets of the lbc
To a duet with mystikal and master p
Real g's ship keys and shoot dice on their knees
And put pistols to the mouths, of their enemies
Old country ass nigga with a gold in the front
Be the same muthafucka that get your bitch ass stomped
Underestimatin hatin got you knocked out cold
Tryin to play my boy over, you was with your hoe
Them south niggas bangin off the shit that we write
Punk niggas get killed, straight on sight
No limit ain't no gimmick
It's tragic you know, so don't be meddlin with my boy and my hoe
Lay low, hit the floor, i'm back
Yo p, take me to the streets, that's where my heart is at
You make em say ughhhhhhh!
I make em say beeyatch
Together we can flip the script and get grip
You got the crack, i got the bud sack
Mystikal, smack, you got the strap
Deep in that gangsta shit on a night like that
You blast me, i blast you back, beeyatch!

Chorus: x 2
We bout to jump off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!
We bout to hop off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!
Know what, we're bout to jump off with some gangsta shit
Gangsta shit!

[mystikal]
Got this fuckin party poppin
You cappin and army braggin
Gon keep smugglin in this game shit
"niggas ain't rappin" what you say about gangsta rappin
You get killed forever, my nigga, every day
Where you get fucked up nigga, is where you lay
Time again i tried to tell you, but you ain't wanna heard what i say
Damn leather dog bombin
Done made a mistake
We made (something is faded in the background) sound so good
Keep that gangsta shit banging up and down your hood
Cause only real gangstas get down and to the bottom
Where y'all going, that much, we'll see right through ya
I'll out hustle ya, can't put up a fight cause i out muscle ya
My really don't give a fuck attitude got ya feelin uncomfortable
I got that there, nigga you ain't saying shit
I'm colder than a brand new pair of stan smiths
Fresher than a whole box of green altimos
But i got to blow your head off and put bullet holes in your girbauds

Chorus

[master p]
B-o-u-t we bout it
Real gangstas live muthafuckin rowdy
And where you from is how you come
Where you be or you're at
Fool, watch your back for these gangstas in that black from
Long beach to new orleans, from every nigga in the hood to the
Penitentiary
Tryin to, survive on these streets
Slangin dope cause the kids gotta eat
Put it in a car or a plane, grey hound or a train
Sixty five when it came, eighty nine when it lay
I'm in love with miss mo mo, candy painted four
Twenty skirt with convertible, fuckin polo
Bring the stylins of your talk
I mean real gangstas don't talk
Free your mind and refugee
Alive and turn your cheeks like pras be

Chorus till fade

(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.

*in case you don't know, 'it's yearn' is the same as 'it's yours'

(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

(intro [master p])
What's up niggas and bitches.
It's the muthafuckin kisarme.
It's no limit, master p.
Im'a introduce y'all to the muthafuckin,
One of the hardest liuetenants on the tank, mystikal.
We was all born to be soldiers.
See, these evil thoughts,
They was scarred into our muthafuckin souls from these wars,
The streets, the ghetto, the hood. the ghetto.

Chorus: x 7

[master p]
Bitch, i'm a soldier!
[mystikal]
I was born to be a soldier!

[mystikal]
Ah, atten!
Hoo! muthafuckas don't you move
I got what is takes to make your ass feel (?)
You don't wanna rest in this parade
No limit soldiers throwin grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and gunnin
I got your ground troops runnin from incoming!
Go, go go go, the future caliber
Bout to rip your (?) vest, split your capita
The niggas be marchin in the land camp
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us!
No lve's, no mre's
But we kill our enemies, and drive humvees!

Chorus x 5

[master p]
Born, to be, a muthafuckin soldier
The colonel don't play, i'm out that tank
Money in the bank, make niggas thank
At ease when we rank, salute cause we cap
Fools run they trap, soldiers bust caps
Fools die a million deaths, solider dies once
Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy painted hummer, triple gold d's
We bout it, eyes on our cream cause we rowdy
Battle kicked advil, niggas load they carriages
Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause i know character
I'm ready to bust keys, niggas (?)
Niggas are fuckin, slanging them trees
They gon die in new orleans

Chorus x 4

[silkk]
I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat tank
My ghetto antics, my ghetto tactics
I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic
Nigga what? black, my m-16, is black bitch
I was born to drop phat shit
Punk your ass like a sac bitch
Yeah, i keep a gat bitch (?) i react quick
Blow them soldiers, told ya, and that's it
But see, i set my shit off like a punt (go, t, go)
We roll, i said we roll like a muthafuckin blunt
See, don't come stunt and don't try to front
I'm silkk the shocker, i snatch your ass like a muthafuckin duck
I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my fuckin boot
Why would a muthafucka who ain't tru laugh at old shoot
About face, salute!
Tell i'ma soldier, by the way i talk
Tell i'ma soldier, by the way i march (right, left, left)
I was born to be a soldier!

Chorus x 4

[fiend]
Bringin bags and weed
Lil fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live chess games with the chain
(?) at the gun range, cause i'll bring pain
When i'm playing survival games, that's why i sport a vest
But niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chest
I was best on my recon, started harm and dis
The war from this, is that fiend was born from this
Scarred from this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the crime design, stay from nine to five
Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun show up
No limit soldiers, the world blow up!

Chorus x 3

[mac]
Assassin, soldier, sniper, murderer
Son of a bitch, arsonist, house burglarer
Been there, done most before the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po po's chase
Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my face
And them fake niggas hate, so i started different ways
And even when i'm dead and gone
My legacy'll live on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill killin and shit that i spit
For lunatics who be feelin this shit
Put the gat in my face, i never squeal, nigga keep it real
Pops gave me the game, bout to bag a feel
We attack like the men in black
You react, if you got a gat
I'll never die, camoflauge in my vein
I'll never change in the purple rain
My name manifest pain, i'm a soldier

Chorus x 8