Mystikal - Settle The Score lyrics

rate me

What you about to hear gone FUCK you up

because this the first time you ever heard some shit like this nigga

I'm tellin you this shit so off the fucking hook bro

Ya'll man look check this shit out

Say Juvey they don't believe you did the beat bro

I come with my own look, my own sound, my own style

Who the fuck you think drawed this crowd

It's the ripper, the clean up hitter

You bitter intimidating young long dick nigga

Now suck it, now suck it, while you around here playa hating

Your woman around here screaming Fuck Me, Fuck Me

Tell me something, don't I put down on my albums

Motherfucka nobody ever told you I was hard as a NFL Helmet

I write 'em, land 'em, plant 'em BAM Nigga can't stand 'em

On top, on sight, heads up, bust 'em at random (What You Did?)

I got the vest out, put the braids back, put on the bandana (What Else You Did?)

Signed a brand new contract, shot the video in Atlanta

Don't pull me, can't hold me the beat don't move me

You know smokin, drinkin whenever I kick it with Juvey

Back on my own, back on my zone

Feelin better, lookin better

Bout to go get it and bring it back home

A nigga got, got but I won't no more

Cause this time round I come to settle the score

Greedy niggas eat good, but not that long

They wind up with a stomach ache balled up in they home

You better cancel that shit, about you run this here

I ain't seen you on the charts what you done this year

Y'all thought "Project English" was the last of this shit

When I was really only given y'all half of this shit

Fuckin right I made the beat, and I wrote this rap

But a Niggaz In the ghetto want to post the crack

Got two Niggaz posted watching a bus with macks

Just waiting on the police and Niggaz to jack

To people across the nation, thanks for being patient

Ya'll been itching for some G-Shit Huh, I know you waiting

When you cop the cd, get some Herb and Ride

Turn the bitch up real loud so you can feel my Vibe

I got a long way to go, I'm just gettin started

I'm 26 years old and I'm still retarded

I ain't talking about handicapped

I'm talking about the way I talk and Express my rap

You Feelin that

Anytime you say my name make sure it's some good shit

Look I'm not your eldest rapper, I stay on some hood shit

Am I hatin on Cash Money, Now Stop Playin

I respect it How it came, Now I got Game (Bling)

I'm all about U.T.P. Family and Kids

And Takin Care of business it the way that we live

I don't need a record deal just give me my props

How many muthafuckas you know keepin it hot

Believe it or not, keepin my spot locked

I got more season than the seafood out the gumbo pot

Now run your mouth and lose your slot (I'm Lowdown)

I make em feed for me like junk is fever one more rock(Tease Me)

Ain't this some shit I'm famous and rich (Huh Bro)

I got bitches I ain't even Fucked claiming my dick

If thats how it is, I guess we gone see

Is this all about that big truck and U.T.P