Mystikal, Leroy "Precise" Edwards - I'm lyrics

See I'm that nigga that's
Fixin' to do my dirt under the sun
I been hustlin' since the morning become
I keep a couple of rocks under my tongue
Watch out here come the cop
Might notta stand still where you chill
Run to no automobile cause it can kill
My destination can feed my home purpose
I'm vibrating' on the down low
In the first place you want me show me the
Money you gonna be payin'
Pop ya ass up out of the van and
Take these rocks up out my hand
Cause, I don't trust ya and I ain't tryin'
Hold up nigga, I don't know ya gotta reach
Out at the same time
You want some, come get some
Tyson's on the drum and I'MMMMM! I'M!

Ya livin'
In livin' up in my people's rentin'
Windows tinted
Nigga from a couple houses down get Skinny
Bump it to last amount of spittin'
It's senseless how them dudes
Be smokin' that shit
Gettin' roped in that shit, jump in this shit
I got to flippin' on nigga
You want some more of that shit
Live in that click where niggas
Do what they gotta do
Blast em' with burnable fuck em'
And watch em' fuck you
Nigga be livin' that life
Playin the role of a gangsta
But them niggas ain't gangstas
Bitch you gotta be big enough to
Think about bein' a fuckin gangsta
Most of them niggas be comin' real
Bring it to ya blood field
But that nigga got killed
That's how it be's on that rough side
The tough die, the strong die
Fuck with the wrong niggas on
With the wrong chrome
Check the wrong shit, walk the wrong zone
Nigga you good as dead and gone
(Problem serious)
Nigga don't hear me that's how we
Livin' till the saga stops
Every nigga and his mom gotta
Glock on my block
Niggas push rocks and dodge cops
Till they pissed and tired
Nigga, you livin' by the gun
Y'all need to handle y'all
Fuckin' business cause I'M! I'M!

Don't sell it
Arm & Hammer got my rocks swellin'
Laws is yellin, prosecutors yellin'
I'mma Glock ya spot
Ya head pop like a fuckin' melon
Do my thing destiny I'm a felon
But, I ain't just a young
Black nigga rebellin'
Breath by breath, step by step, day by day
Playin' this game of death
My nigga remind ya of manslaughter
Niggas slangin' quarters
Georgia, Cali, to New Orleans rollin'
I'm in the pen
Pumpin' that iron until I'm swole up
Grit's and cheese made me bigger
Now I'm just a lil' bit
Harder than that next nigga
The first one up to run up
That nigga there gon' get done up
When I put that fuckin' gun up
They told ya, ya hip bone gone gone
That lil' roam don't live long
Pop me to stop it
Cock block me, you bitches can't drop me
Hoes gon' still jock me
Got me now the niggas mock me
I seen Scarface twice now I'm
A fuckin' carbon copy missing on society
And insane probably cause I'm
Full of animosity i'm kind of like at all
I might huff and puff and
Blow ya fuckin' hat off
Tear it off, swear it off
Now get the 411 to 911 to Red Cross
My moaning make me lead
Ten steps to feel these got me cocked these
Swingin' like Conan
Wanted from no man with boo-koo ho fans
Talk more garbage, funk, filth, shit, trash
And lies rhymes so funky they draw flies
If I rock one up, shock one up
It simple enough to be did
But, your shit terror rig change your big
Niggas be sayin big
Pass the fig, don't give me no fuckin' pig
I don't choose no swine
But eat Popeye's chicken and eat
Watermelon to the fuckin' rind
Feel the grip of this black chrome
That don't fuckin' rhyme
Nigga get ya back broke
Fuckin' with them black folks
I'm with DJ scratching in background