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Mystikal: Ugh camera rolling
Shouldn't a did that
Me and Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes:Busta Rhymes and Mystikal nigg*
Ha ha ha ha hahahaha
Mystikal: b*tch I'm on a mission
Not the one to be mixed up from this nigg* and that nigg*
Hundred percent, full blooded natural, rap whipper
Ass kicker, mad spliffer, back flipper
That much colder than the last nigg*
Come from my pops so y'all aint fking with me
I come to get down, its time to get down
I think u chicken bust a cap
I'm the one mixed with Duggery and Master P Ugh!
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes
Ohh s**t the shocker and the guillitine
Down, now put my gun on fire
One eight zero zero can't nobody fly
Like the cotton off your bottem then its gotta be me
Late at night, lights out, you in a perminent sleep
Aint many of these coming harder than me
Flip Mode, No Limit, who you thought it would be?
Chorus: Mystikal/Busta Rhymes(Busta Rhymes mimics Mystikal)
Wacha want nigg*?
Wacha need nigg*?
We gonna give it to ya
Untill u bleed nigg*
Now where my live ?
Where my live girls?
This for my live
This for my live girls
Now wacha want nigg*?
Wacha need nigg*?
We gonna give it to you
Untill u bleed nigg*
Now where my live ?
Where my live girls?
This for my live
This for my live girls
Busta Rhymes:
Contact we will bomb that
All I know is they will make a nigg*
We will omb back when we contact
For better or worse
Make a heart sweell up and burst
You know one of my busting shots first
Bust another shot off into the earth
Leave a nigg* stressed
Feeling the pain of a women giving child birth
See now a days everywhere we go we'll carry ya
Even when we swinging with girls down at the Mariot
Chickens that will bust back on you and the ferries that
Waiting for me to marry ya
Ride up in my chariot
Sorry but I aint having it
Thinking u can roll cause you wearing a little glamour and acting all irogant
b*tch nigg*
Beet it like Micheal and fk up you cycle
Blast you with my grandfather's rifle
I'm great to stifle
b*tch
Create a crises your paying the prises
With the devil you was never richeous
I think i might just, hit you now?
You know u can fold here, know it aint all there
Prepare for warfare, is everywhere
fk with my we are double there
Flip Mode nigg* you'll find trouble here
Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning
Hoping and learning
You yerning to take hold of a burning
Reps for every grain of salt from every street corner
The ones you wanted from Brooklyn to the south of the border
No Limit and Flip Mode in this b*tch
While Mystikal and Busta Rhymes be straight busting your s**t
Chorus 2
Mystikal:
I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquit
Take the wall out, fall out
I'm not playing with these dumb girls
What you doing if your riches don't fit ya?
Ball playing and swinging on a track
We some big old
Not some dead old
b*tch you trying to do something
I'm gonna get on with ya
I'm scratchy!
You can't match
I'm known for getting nasty
With my ciggerette ass
Once I get this fker started you can't stop
Oww you done fked up now
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes like Dolomite and Red Fox
They frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox
Chorus 3
