Settle The Score

Intro
What you about to hear gone fcK you up
because this the first time you ever heard some s**t like this nigg*
I'm tellin you this s**t so off the fking hook bro
Ya'll man look check this s**t out

Humming in Background + "Waaaaaa" in Background

Mystikal: Mystikal and Juvenile nigg*
Say Juvey they don't believe you did the beat bro

Juvenile: What you mean nigg*, fkin right I did this beat
Mystikal: I tried to tell them bro

Mystikal
I come with my own look, my own sound, my own style
Who the fk you think drawed this crowd
It's the ripper, the clean up hitter
You bitter intimidating young long d*ck nigg*
Now suck it, now suck it, while you around here playa hating
Your woman around here screaming fck Me, fck Me
Tell me something, don't I put down on my albums
Motherfka nobody ever told you I was hard as a NFL Helmet
I write 'em, land 'em, plant 'em BAM nigg* 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

Chorus 2X: Juvenile
A nigg* got, got but I won't no more
Cause this time round I come to settle the score
Greedy eat good, but not that long
They wind up with a stomach ache balled up in they home

Juvenile
You better cancel that s**t, 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 s**t
When I was really only given y'all half of this s**t
fkin right I made the beat, and I wrote this rap
But a In the ghetto want to post the crack
Got two posted watching a bus with macks
Just waiting on the police and to jack
To people across the nation, thanks for being patient
Ya'll been itching for some G-s**t Huh, I know you waiting
When you cop the cd, get some Herb and Ride
Turn the b*tch 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 r*tarded
I ain't talking about handicapped
I'm talking about the way I talk and Express my rap
You Feelin that

Chorus

Juvenile
Anytime you say my name make sure it's some good s**t
Look I'm not your eldest rapper, I stay on some hood s**t
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 muth*fkas you know keepin it hot

Mystikal
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 s**t I'm famous and rich (Huh Bro)
I got girls I ain't even fked claiming my d*ck
If thats how it is, I guess we gone see
Is this all about that big truck and U.T.P

Chorus and Ad Libs to fade