Lyrics:
Yeah
The Remix
I know I'm destined to win
And you are too
I'm inspired too
By You and You
Right
Aye
Uh
Woke up and I started my day, now I'm feeling
rhyme,
Everybody went mad when I spat that rhyme
Turned up late, black man time, all black suit and it's Batman time
Think that you're me but you're not
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
so suducive
No this not what you used too
This that drink up in 2 cups
This that stink up in 2 blunts
This is cocaine
Take these few lines and take
Yo' yo', this is the remix
Hello
Shh, listen up
Got a few words to tell you
It is 5 in the morning, I'm feelin' kinda lonely
On top of that
I'm sick and tired of tellin you niggas I'm not that nigga to
Play with
They thinkin that they can tell me whatever they want and I ain't gon
Say shit
I
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
the remix, then that girl gotta go
She ain't never let that go, and after that,
Just so you know
That I was the one that was abused and my heart still not cold
nigga's stomp hard
Ooh, I think they like me when they heard me on the other one
So its only right that I hit u wit another one
Remix, we gets, busy ova
I got a nigga lil bitch in the trap , Had to ball with her no cap
Send her right back when I'm through with that , Souvenir lil doggy bag
Type up ya
Last Don, nigga (remix)
Ha ha (ha ha)
[Master P:]
Make em say uhhhh!
Uhhhh!
Na na na na
Na na na na
Make em say uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
She say that these niggas broke, they make her sick, she healing slow
She say she sick and tired of being sick and tired like Mystikal
I got cash from
(check)
The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass
I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
Had to dub back for da remix catch a nigga lackin on some sweet shit
Live by da gun you gon die by it, I really practice wat I'm preachin
Fareal tho
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
Mystikal
Talking heavy now she ready lay her down then I'm bout to give and go
Flow so dope sell it like crack never go broke
Cuz I flip right back like that
the horns, and that bitch went "beep-beep"
I swear right now I feel like 'Pac, 'cause all eyes on me
And I don't mean to throw no salt but these niggas small
There go Quando at the door, yeah
And, I swear, and I swear
By the corner store, that's the murder squad (yeah, yeah)
That's that third eye
I
[Chorus]
Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talk
Keep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters nigga
White tees on the block, 23's
and big wounds
Fuck get rich or die trying
I'm just trying to not lose
I'm not your average rapper
That flodge talk about cars
Stupendous I'm independent
that check some’n
Checking all boxes
Black ink when I’m check writing Nigga
Fuck the rest
Just make sure that my checks right Nigga
They hooting
Fuck it
I got something to prove
I heard this to up and down that a nigga didn't do it
Put my rhyme to persistent
Money too long
Y'all gonna get used
(What's the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (ay Mary kick that shit)
Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next
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