Lyrics:
of the LooneyTunes
Sweatin' and gaspin', I'm a massive assasin'
While I'm slashin' and smashin', kickin' ass with a passion
Mystikal's on a roll, just that throwed
P, Snoop and Mystikal
Pull over, I'm takin pullas
Fucked up, can't ya tell?
Take a smell, let me whiff that
Since God goes, you gone
Tatoos, that can
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
that are broken and too unfixable
Fresh out the box and I'm all original
Stand by me and you feel invincible
Shake ya ass! 'Cause I said it like Mystikal
Mystikal
This skin is a gift not no curse it's a blessing
Heard that's a word say church like a Reverend
All this shit critical we need that biblical
Will
I love killing rappers, yeah that's what I say
I love killing rappers and it's not a rap cliché
Lots of rappers say they kill rappers habitually
But
Master P
Lil Silkky, Mystikal, C and me and Fiend
Nigga don't be tripping, you got my lil homie in the cut
That Soulja Slim nigga , he known for dippin
Scream No Limit 'cause I'm in it I represent it
I never met a tank dawg that didn't business
Nigga we killers by niggas countin' millions in paper
the fucking hook bro
Ya'll man look, check this shit out
Mystikal and Juvenile nigga
Say juvey they don't believe you did the beat bro
What you mean nigga,
burpin' rappers
I'm burping rappers
"We've come to the conclusion that you are burping rappers"
I'm burping rappers
Burp burp
Puncturing hoes
Daily, hey
that bitch in my Lotus
She fuck with me in a mobile
Get this money by myself
Counting hundreds by myself
Counting all these commas, spending all
And soldiers show that there bowdy rowdy
When I come around
I'm mr. waump waump
The one tighter than some new j's
Bout getting some to plays
That get me funky
It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)
Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)
Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying
M-I- to the T
Yeah, I'm Silkk the SHOCKER!!!!
And yeah, that's me
Tank dog all I want to be, nigga I told ya
Tat on my back, is that of a no limit
I'mma rapper I can't believe it
What is this crazy thing that I call life?
I'mma rapper I can't believe it
Look mom, I'mma rapper
My name is Otis,
I got that west coast wit me, I don't give a --
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Mystikal]
Man (Man) I do this in spite, my mom ain't married, -- I'm a bastard!
the same clip, an see,
you can get wit this, or you can get wit that,
you probably won't get wit this click, 'cause um, this where the gangsters at,
the return of Mystikal's assauge
Load the revolver, it's a walk-by, but it's your way
And no way in hell, at this public disputin'
He gonna make it through, it
the same clip, an see,
you can get wit this, or you can get wit that,
you probably won't get wit this click, 'cause um, this where the gangsters at,
peers
Giving them cries for help, I guess they need to see the tears
But wait, wildest part of all of that is
They'll shoot a suicidal rapper right
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)
That muthafuckin g
I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
Klc put it on the scale so y'all
many rappers sound the same to me
Never really what they claim to be
But I choose to come with a flow so unpredictable
Get you on the floor like Mystikal
Conscious rappers, get off ya high horse
Hi, thugs! I ain't never sold drugs, am I soft
It's real easy to say you ain't out to get that money
When
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