*In case you don't know, 'It's yearn' is the same as 'it's yours'
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(Intro, some guy talking)
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Old school niggas. (IT'S YEARN!)
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True hip hop niggas. Ha, ha. (IT'S YEARN!)
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This something y'all niggas can dance to.
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[Verse 1]
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LIKE THAT!
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I be a black muthafucka from the 12th ward
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I want some bullshit niggas (?) hittin em hard
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I hit em with more (?) I make em run
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I made a lot of noise with the shit I done
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I give y'all a chance to roll but y'all niggas can't roll
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Sit your ass down, let me show you how it go
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I thought I showed you last time, when will you learn?
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Watch what you ask for, nigga, IT'S YEARN!
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[Verse 2]
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The maniac brotha's back with another dramatic track
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Crossin my path struck you like you a black cat
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Maniac, abused, used, and abused
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Try your luck and bring a pack for the horseshoes
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You got nothin to lose, it just might help you out a bit
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Shit, I doubt it
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You're better off dead, goin head to head with a nigga like M-I-K-E
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Your best bet's to pack your shit
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Calm your head, bleedin bitch
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Sucka tragic you'll never get none
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You better leave cause you only get one
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Chance to make a break for it
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Uh huh, leave now or get the pow
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Get the fuck out this area, I'ma have to bury ya
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Mo thug, I draw blood
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Whip that ass, leave ya face down in the mud
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Militant, bitch I might be
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But that's a risk you take when you fuck with me
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Headlocked, yo I dirt ya like a nacho
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Shit you go, bigger than G.I.Joe
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You ain't know? I thought you knew
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This time you can have it, it's for you
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IT'S YEARN! X 3
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[Verse 3]
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Come on, come on
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Well come away sucker fake MCs in the place
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There's only one Mystikal so make no mistake
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Comin straight in your face, sucker MCs I hate
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Rhymes bite you in your ass like a rattlesnake
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Bout your screamin no way
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Bitch you won't escape
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I'm like a boa 'strictor I kill, I suffocate
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Hittin harder than Hitler, no slidin, no livin, no jivin
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Got more niggas runnin and hiding than Batman and Robin
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Takin out adversaries with rhymes I wrote
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The sucker (?) I'm the antidote
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I the conductor of shive rhymes
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(...?....)
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Stretch like elastic, pure fantastic
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Lift off and burnin MCs like amino acid
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Nigga please don't try to battle, it's suicide
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Those who have time watch me I do survive
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This is only a suggestion, so ask no questions
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Try and digest my rhymes bitch you get indigestion
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Wrote this as a lesson so you will know
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Comin hard muthafuckas this physical
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Be pussy bitches in my fans I brought a dime and
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Understand I'm comin strong nigga harder than He-Man
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With these hands, nigga laying face down on the curb
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IT'S YEARN!
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[Verse 4]
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Some murderer got the nerve to talk about me
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Bitch I never heard of ya
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That's a shame, you got the blame cause you're blind
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You know my name, the M to the Y, S-T-I, the K-A-L
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Rebel, ya smell, ya fell, ya tell, ya sell, hotter than hell
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Soft as hell, I might as well SPELL!
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I'm a big marine, M-I-K-E, you figure weaker then me
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I speak uniquely, how in the fuck do you plan to beat me
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Ruler of hip hop, left ya shell shocked
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Scare the fuck out ya like Alfred Hitchcock
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Don't wanna be bothered (..?..)
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I'm a rough motherfucker from the 12th ward
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Never left nothin undone, breakin jaws for fun
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Cocky as Paul Bunyan, have ya cryin like onion
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Flyin low, a soldier born, ya chicken's choked
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Explosive, bitch I'm the one that wrote this
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I scream like rebel with the sword and snake
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Your boss come to battle, it's not your week
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I reverse my verse, I love to curse
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You won't be the first muthafucker in the back of a hearse
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Stomp, pop, clap, havin the last laugh
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Then, I step back and grin at your dumb ass
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Watch me burn, can't miss my turn
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Like, do you want it?
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IT'S YEARN! X 2
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It Yearns*
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Mystikal |