(Precise)
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Man, them niggas can't fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man!
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(Mystikal)
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I know, I, I, I know
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I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't
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fuck with my damn self
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I know, I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me I
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I know y'all niggaz...
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Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga
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thirteen motherfucking years through this shit
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bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where
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I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz
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Aw shit, it's on nigga
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Chorus:
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I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
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I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self
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When Mystikal hits the door (door closing sound)
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See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do
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I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me and they can't but they try to
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Some niggaz just need to be warned
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It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own
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nigga go ring the alarm
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Matter fact better know what it take
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for the back of your head to hit that grass
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Let' s get this straight from the jump
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I ain't playing with your bitch ass
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These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean
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Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian
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Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring
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I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets
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to the hills, to the back of the tracks
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A-A-ask them hos, did I do that?
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I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches
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I'm the man with single and double and triple
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and four five six time them bitches
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I'm the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed
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standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg
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Much bone and I don't fail a test
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Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river
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I can't be fucked with, you can't touch this better grab hold
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Bitch I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year-old north pole!
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Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes
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Grippin my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds
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Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All
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I'm harder than a nigga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws!
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But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it
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M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y'all ain't ready though!
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Chorus 2x
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(Precise)
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So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?
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I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear
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See y'all can stop lookin at another nigga
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face cause bitch the man right here
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You nigga didn't think that I could swing mine
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Bitch I'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain't lying)
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Talking behind my back don't make me no nevermind
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Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein
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I'm fire like Cayenne!
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You'll never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena
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Gimme the chance I'll rock the lakefront arena
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like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina's (damn Gina)
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Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner
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It's all in the way I lay my game down
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Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town
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But everybody think these niggaz be wantin me
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to prove that I'm the man
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Bitch I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan
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I got no love for no b-i-e-otch
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Matter fact's been that way since I was wearin osh kosh b'gosh
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But yet y'all steadily trying to squab bout me
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When I come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk about me
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Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do
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Matter fact I'm a tell you mother fuckers three things I'm a never do
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One : never gonna change my style
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Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow
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I'm gettin tired of being sick and tired
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Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high
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Suck big dick and die
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Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade
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the tan shade man with the braids
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Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward
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I done offended these niggaz compare me
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to niggaz that gotta practice looking hard
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Bitch-a won't leave me alone
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I'm not that Thug and I'm not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone
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Black prince of the south that's my title
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Bitch I'm whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like Michael
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I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow
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(Inhaling) whoo there they go y'all niggaz ain't ready yo
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Chorus
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Bitch I p |