Mystikal - 13 Years lyrics

Thirteen muthafuckin years!
I know what to do to knock your stupid ass
So bad you ain't no challenge
Thirteen muthafuckin years!
This ain't no fluke, this pure deep talent
Thirteen muthafuckin years!
I know what to do to knock your stupid ass
So bad you ain't no challenge
Thirteen muthafuckin years!

Bow, when I hold the microphone and hold it
Keepin me rappin until I hoarse and swollen
Thirteen years and rollin
I rate colder than coldest
Gettin part of this
Niggas don't want no more of this
Never leave you alone in your life
Nigga I'm selectin and sellin rhymes
Slap a nigga that style sound some like mine
Mad enough you screamin "It AIN'T!"
(This line whispered, can't hear)


You be pissin me off some the time
Take you down one at a time
I'ma be known for fuckin
Over your whole album who want my rhyme?
Keep decling, I'ma keep climbing
Keep duckin, I'ma keep buckin
Keepin heat seekin rhymes comin to
Get you bitches off me
Disrespectors cow sled
Hard to break, if it comes that way
It took me thirteen muthafuckin years
Just to make a tape
But that don't mean that my
Rhymes one of the strongest
All I know I been tryin to
Make it for the fuckin longest
Fuck the side of all this
Long as you done it when I done it
Gettin blunted bout to run this bitch
Takin them riders down with me, clown with me
Leave thirteen in your muthafuckin chest
And you can count em

Nigga go pass the vibe, dividin mad this year
Creative catastrophy
Leave MCs in closed caskets
Hit ya like full metal jackets
Cut like hatchets
Tight as ratchets, and burn like matches
Thick than amino acids, flip like gymnastics
Nasty as a pissy mattress
Droppin like the temperature in December
Clippin em, tippin em
Been writin raps far back as I can remember
Fulla them rocks, everybody move key
It was ghetto Djs and sucka MCs
Handle your buisness in this
Industry of competition
Or be at FW bulls washin dishes
Bitch I was born to
Write million dollar rhymes
Battle in the hallways of Cohen back in 85
86, 87, 88
Hooked up with Big Boy records and
Made my first demo tape
We dropped some real shit in the basement
I had big ol' nigga tracks
Raps like pavement
To come from New Orleans made
It hard to surface
That's when I got discouraged
And joined the service
Pissed of and I before long
I went to war and served federal time
Before I made it back home
No more rips in my jeans and gettin my cream
Ain't shit unlucky about my number thirteen

I hit the bitch like BOSH! Owwwwww!
Never gon bounce could rap and
Doin time before I bow
How in the fuck you like me right now
Told your ass she had said I'd
Be on top of the pile
Cause my rap style is my hustle
I shot niggas up like Muslims
With the flex like muscle use a
Pretty delievery cause it's most important
I form a style sharp enough to
Cut straight through the bones
I came from my welts, gave up my belt
I got off from Big Boy records to
Put my single on the shelf, now
Do I do it? Fuckin right I did it
Shoulda seen the little chir'en in the
Street singin I'm Not That Nigga
Size ain't nothin nigga, I'm short
Shockin nigga, raah!
They gave me five hundred dollars
Shit I quit both of my jobs fuck em
Got some other shit to do from nine to five
My birthday came, and my sister died
But next year
Mystikal signed a half a million
Dollar deal with Jive
This shit thats tragic can't be no more
Because of my rings I work at A&P no more
I drive my landcruiser off the show floor
Got the time to time to feel pain
Sittin on Volvos
Comin with scheme, up in my dream
Who'd a ever thought I'd be
A No Limit soldier
By the end of that thirteen
Thirteen manic muthfuckin years!