mystikal talking
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You would if you could
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But you can't
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So you ain't
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mystikal
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The minute I step in dis bitch
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I hear Oh shit Mothafucka, God Damn!
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Watch out for dat nigga
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You cant handle em
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For a period of time
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Noone can match those rhymes to mine
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Im top of the line
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Prickin your ass like a porcupine
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I know what to do to knock your stupid ass so bad It aint no challenge!
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This aint no mothafuckin fluke, This pure deep talent!
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Im Gifted, Explicit mistressed and Explicit
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Brand new home, same old nigga
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I aint playin with you bitches!
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Why you niggaz be rappin
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Like your scared and unprepared
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Im gonn have ya leave this mothafucka sayin Whatd that mothafucka said?
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Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like elvis and the beetles
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That gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles
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Niggaz that got beef wit me
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Better bring a heater
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or either bow down to me
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Cut off you dick, jesus
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Thats the reason Im fuckin wit niggaz
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Wasup wit dem niggaz dats talkin shit
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You better go fuck wit anotha nigga
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You cant handle this!
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chorus
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Oh shit, Motha Fucka! God Damn! x8
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mystikal
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Certified rhyme busta
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Bitch Nigga, Bitch nigga
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Same nigga, If Im not that nigga
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but that nigga from punks, still come with the rif raf
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went from Gold diggin, ta gold chains
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I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train!
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fightin like a wild coyote
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Like capone, hot seller
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Keep your fuckin deck deader, then a bad woodpecker
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I dont like niggaz tryin ta run up on my shit and set
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Im the tarantula on the catipillar, Bitch ill kill ya
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Catch more attention, then oriental peacocks
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Phat rhymes, Hot tracks, A full room of rebocks
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Ive got the gift thatll make a Bitch get off me
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spent like charles barkley
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So bitch Dont start me!
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Whos that click?
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use to be mobbin in my hood
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Beware! Here I go!
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get that boy good
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Come like, there I was
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When were yall idiots in the cut?
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i raise the hacksaw, you jump back
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Now yall niggaz dont want no trouble, Cant stop us
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chorus x8
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mystikal
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I know ya'll nigga know better than to fuck wit tha man
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Dont ya (dont ya)
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Nigga dont you know what my style cant be poached
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and every nigga around, probably got beef wit somebody
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But thats the same nigga between the fighters
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I aint got it (i aint got it)
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When underground rules, will be tha day
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My legs start to shake
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another nigga couldnt off throw me on skates!
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Im the supplier
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The gasoline on your fire, Got em dodge em
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Michael Tyler! The drunken fighter
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Yall Niggaz cant do what I do!
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(man fuck that nigga)
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Naw Motherfuck you!
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Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardcore
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Bitch I got it if you bad enuff to take it
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Its yours!
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A lyrical ass whoopin
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Is what im cookin
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Hungry, Spittin all over your room when you wasnt lookin
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Aint no canibus, the wrong nigga with ta mess
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You get tha flatback like rambo Bitch
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YOu cant handle this!
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chorus till fade (11 times)
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U Can`t Handle This
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Mystikal |