Mystikal - What Cha Think lyrics

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Time to get with ya

What ya think nigga

Time to get with ya

What ya think nigga

I already done told ya niggaz

Shit I showed y'all niggaz

When I slaughtered ya niggaz

This how I sold ya niggaz

Bitch if ya put yourself in a fight

Here me kick it

I get flashlight how we get it with it specific and artistic

Spare rhymes and rough drafts get it done tighter

I stay clear you cut the war underwear

I'll hold ya back nigga cause ya shystie

When my blood start bubblin I get fystie

Laced with cyanide

hard education if somebody try to bite me

Scratchy, flows come across hypely

Closer than your fuckin icy

Reaching my level is highly unlikely

Precisely I'm the right king I be

Why in the sam hell would you take it upon yourself to ever try me

Got be suffering some type of fault or malfunction

You don't want this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious

Why y'all be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big numbers

On top of things running shit why you bitches going under

If I take your ass on this track it'll probably defeat the purpose

Cause that half ass material you putting out

probably ain't gone never surface

You harmless, you couldn't blow the bomb up

Couldn't keep up the pace I set

I'll whoop your ass with my warm-ups

Entertainer rap composer and performer

Map located on the southern corner

I'm making the way like they at a parade

Niggaz get fitted for graves for going for brave

When them bullets get sprayed

So I ain't no hangman no gang bang

Shit, I'm trying to change things

We stuck on the same thang

Stealing draws from Les Unplauge

Then I can go back to the trunks of cars of the upper esilonge

Blunts and guns roll like M1s tasers

Smoke weed all the way to the bank

Nigga what the fuck you think

What cha thank nigga

Fuck ya'll niggaz think bad lines and bad words serving their purpose

Doing videos and movie soundtracks and tv commercials

Independent, smoke herb

Walking this thing throughout your suburb

Got young niggaz switching suburbans

The tempo I run when I run around like a tortoise

Your mom say run when I hear they come

ta get they titty slick and they pussies murdered

Low down dirty

Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make million dollar merges

Never mix no bullshit with your business

I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down

there til I finish

If I cut ya down I'm gone make you look bad

I'm gone make them look at you

the same way they look at the back of a dog's ass

Hit it tell us, stomp through this mothafucka like elephants

Swing though this bitch like apes and fly by you bitches like pelicans

Playa haters are of no relevance

I'm striving on intelligence

And changing like them elements

If you was up to my level I'd probably wail all on ya

But you ain't bitch you bumb time don't tell on ya

What the fuck you think its time to come up

And profit off the shit we sell

Rode the band with BL why I gotta chance to back up with KL

Nigga next to me your shit be seeming fake

You bests to move your fucking finger

While I cuts my piece off the tank cake

Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your mean face

But stick your fingers in your mothafucking ears

Cause these niggaz be dropping some mean bass

Cause it ain't gone be no more after me

It ain't no limit to these young black hustlers

ask that nigga Master P

It has to pe the paper if ya ask me man

Ya'll niggaz know ya can't hang

Nigga, what the fuck you think