Mystikal - What Cha Think - Sözleri

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





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What cha thank nigga





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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





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