Mystikal

Mystikal - What'S Your Alias? lyrics

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Bitch I'll backslap or backstab after that kidnap a whack rap

Bring it louder if you coming to rap

Your arms to short your legs to small

I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog

Break it in two and TRU so do

By myself I can take you and you and you and you

Straight forward like Kerri Kittles 

Nigga's head bob very little

Gooder than a whole hand full of skittles

Evil with feedback when I turn on the mic

I'm the spritz that has to "Chsssss" when you open your Sprite

No fight no war no brawl y'all ain't ready

When they see me their eyes get big arms get sweaty





Enough to go around you know exactly how it go down

In house uptown big boys throw down

Out of control ballers from Bagwood back to New Orleans 

If it'll make ya feel good that's what you can call it























I play the plug you play the socket

Y'all got your pieces nicked lets cock it

Now how I get your open knock and lock it

Y'all niggas fail so now y'all trying to jock it

My formula's trill (watch it watch it)

These fake ass niggas are blocking

With niggas with them ill times are rocking

He lifts and cocked it

Suckers are toxic

I'm all about what's falling in my pocket

I'll be the one they wanna share that cock with

Your just that nigga that they wanna shock with

You never hit it told your niggaz you did it

You probably ate it

Laid back and masturbated

Take them fake wood strips off the side of you ride

Cause real niggas keep their war on the inside that's money with pride

Shell shock niggas

We on the block niggas

Fiend cocked in 98

We bought more figures and triggers

We be murder murder too

So have my money or have my shit

And oh tell your little sister to stay up off my dick!























Bringing you extra clips and jeans favorite style's sareen

Mr. Get it on Jones

I noticed I didn't drop the phone

If it's on then it's on

Mister stay loaded up the zone

I stay rolling on some chrome

Mr. Bad ass nigga

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My verbal class can kill ya

I'm a mad man killer

Warning no hommie can turn ya to thugs and drug dealers

So what the fuck up nigga

Expect me to be discrete

Well you bitches beneath me like athletes feet

Ya have ????? can't beat a handicapped

as for me I mastered the art of MC

It was all before BC

Wanna see me?

Close your eyes and hold your breath

That whore pushing that store

cutting on over to quicker death

Bet you niggas are set for ghettos soon to be junk

Got lyrical ???? up

I'm Mr. War war























Mister's real blood

Mister don't shoot blanks

Mister shoot real slugs

I never feel shit except from the ghetto

And I don't feel love

Nigga I'm out there pissed without this nook

I see a club

Nigga what?

Mister hit your block

Mister hit your spot

Mister you better duck the fuck down or Mister's getting shot

Come on come with me 

Come and get me

I'm gonna find you some hurting

I drop flies that hurt the same time I hit the horn street man tries to hurt

me

Let me negotiate my contract on the beach he got me some ends

Look turned 19 look nigga I got me a Benz

You know me see that nigga gonna flock with the rocks in his hands

He ain't worth a cop just to block his rocks and then ran

I check my flow last year only got better

So cold now if it's hot I can still rock leather

Mister ain't NO L-I-M-I- to the T

(That's Mac that's Fiend, Mystikal your Silkk the Shocker) Yeah that's me!
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Language: English

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