Da da da daah
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Da da da daah
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MC's!
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Da da da daah
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Da da da daah
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Yaah!
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[Chorus:] [X 8]
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Yaah! (Say what?)
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[Verse 1]
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Break my joint, cut my tongue off if I ain't tight
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Put a bullet in my head take my life and let me die if I ain't fire
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Cut me up feed me to the roaches, let me rot if I don't rock
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Let me go to hell, burn, sizzle and simmer if I don't deliver
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Pull my hair out if I sell out
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Bury me on my stomach without no drawers on at all if I don't go off
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Or either lethal injection or straight electricity
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Let the garbage man pick me up and get rid of me
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if I lose creativity
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Let me get forced into sexual activity
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Let me get turned out by three skank freaks if I don't bust to
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the utmost of my ability
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Take my head if I say it and don't feel it
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Stop selling my record, give me the money back nigga
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if I don't sell at least a million
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Cut my dick off if I get down and don't get off
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Crush my spine and cave my chest in if I come (.?.)
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If I ain't bad for my age and kick ass for my size
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Close my fuckin eyes if you can stop me from sayin or keep me from playin
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[Chorus] [X 16]
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[Verse 2]
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Snap my pencil, dislocate my fingers and jam my thumb
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I ain't gon' write no more, tear my papers, strip clothes if
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it don't ship gold
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Take my blessed, Baptist Holy Ghost Christian soul
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If it take less than a year of playin my records and tapes
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before they can say my shit old
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If it don't bang, take me out the game, call me out my name
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Put me out my house, beat me out my change
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Let em read my poem and tell em to seal my doom
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When I'm dead read bitch ass nigga in the ground
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written across my tomb
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Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees don't bloom
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Put me in the sun and cut my air supply
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if I give these niggas breathin room
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If what I'm brewin ain't potent
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If what I'm doin ain't rollin
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Nigga, diss me, make a movie, talk about it on Oprah
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Erase my fuckin vocals, burn my fuckin notebooks
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Take my fuckin tank from me and give it back to Goldman
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I quit, my career's over
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Turn me upside down and hang me from my scrotum
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Da da da daah
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MC's!
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Da da da daah
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Da da da daah
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MC's!
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Da da da daah
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[Chorus] [X 8]
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[Verse 3]
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Give me my post office application if I ain't hear from rap
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Nothin if they ass ain't shake and they hands ain't clap
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Take my happiness if it just so happens I ain't happenin
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Let something happen to me if I ain't hardcore at it maximum
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Flip the dial change the channel if I can't handle
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Forget me if I leave this bitch
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before I put my fuckin Grammy on the mantle
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Let my next fifty concerts get cancelled
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If I'm scared in front the camera
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Then take my fuckin talent, take me from my family
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Sneak me, fuck over me if I don't represent Louisiana
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Jump my fence if I ain't the prince
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Bitch keep me back if I can't keep up with the presidents
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If I don't run circles around these other rap guys
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Let my momma Benz catch four flat tires
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[Chorus till fade]
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That's what the fuck I'm hearin in my head
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Yaah!
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That's what keep me going
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Yaah!
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That's what make me fuck over you
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Yaah!
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I can't stop that voice
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Yaah!
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Yahh!
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Mystikal |