Lyrics:
even see my face
Or else I'm comin' back
(Hook - 1x)
(Rap by Kurupt)
(Hook - 2x)
when a opp catch you slippin crack yo top like a soda can now you slumped like a yoga stretch tryna make ya yola stretch or set up by a thot when u just
Um, Toe
I done been switched on so much like what's love, My grandma think its coffee in this cup but it's drugs
My brother been fighting with that
know she didn't messed up two times
But I can't stand up without my line
Ain't gonna happen
I'm breaking with your girlfriend
Can't be slippin'
I can't
a fuck, for the record
Once again it's Mystikal with the Chuck's
I'm back up on the scene with the 2 like a Viper
Get in so much war I think Im straighter
how much or how hard I try
Cause your love has captured me
Never 2, Never 2, Never 2
Never 2 too Much
Never 2, Never 2, Never 2
Never 2 too Much
Never
drink throw it back
Two drinks throw it back
Three drinks throw it back
Four drinks throw it back
Too much of this too much of that
Too much of this too
by one and two by two
Just begun, so much to do
One by one they break with tradition
Raise their flag
And they go their own way
Two by two they
they rollin' with heat
You know I come from the trenches, we fucked on the finest, we broke, but you know we ain't cheap
Get the bag I'll do it by
Jilted
Teresa Brewer
Written by Robert Colby and Dick Manning
Peaked at # 6 in 1954
Jilted, I've been jilted
You've found a new love
the the and I don't give a fuck, off the record,
Once again it's Mystikal with the Chuck's,
I'm back up on the scene with the two like a Viper,
Been in so much
wanna know just how much paper you get
I see'em fiendin for the paper run up straight in your crib
there's only 1 or 2 people you can trust with a bag,
never stand still
My first strap was a nine milli stained steel
We’re on the front lines out here, and that’s real
(That's real)
I’ve been beaten down by
quick cause we all done made a fuss
Can you see my motif? Can you read my tea leaf?
cm I gettin' through or slippin' by like kief?
I'm the G thief,
no way they spend how much they say cause they just bluffin'
Don't even gotta ask if I get enough, cause
I got so much
Gin in my cup, twenty-two
pitfalls
And if you start slippin and trippin, there's not much hope at all
But she heard about a group of blacks with guns
They were prepared and not scared
Too much dro got my eyes low
On the creep triple black down
'cause I'ma cripple that clown
Spotted him by WoodHall
Niggas think the fe-in took off
Like
goddamn where you stay
On my brizzy by the way all the way in LA
Tell me what you get into meet me in Malibu
With a bad bitch or two prolly chillin' in
to help the situation
Cos its fucked here, first world structure but it’s just fear
So much that mother fuckers are coming in to combust here
It’s just
fucked and left behind
Need at least two at a time
Moved to foreign, took it over, lost my fuckin' mind
Instigatin's why I don't trust these bitches
No I ain't slippin' or fallin', that can't be us (nah)
Nah, that can't be us
Nah, that can't be us (huh)
God sent signs and I read 'em (uh)
Even though we love you
You know we don't have that much time
To really, really, really fuck with you
Oh even though we love you
You know we
much you got?
I got like 2 bands nigga
Iiight bet shit
I see you got a merm n shit now
You got a big boy on
Its big boy season and shit
Yeah nigga
You
your life is complete, there's a lot that you're missing
You enjoy making music for the people to listen
Hip-hop is your life, by oath you've sworn
Now
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