Mystikal, Juvenile - Settle the Score lyrics

What you about to hear gone fuck you up
Because this the first time you ever
Heard some shit like this nigga
I'm tellin you this shit so
Off the fucking hook bro
Ya'll man look check this shit out

Humming in Background +
"Waaaaaa" in Background

Mystikal: Mystikal and Juvenile Nigga
Say Juvey they don't believe you
Did the beat bro
Juvenile: What you mean nigga
Fuckin right I did this beat
Mystikal: I tried to tell them niggas bro

I come with my own look, my own sound
My own style
Who the fuck you think drawed this crowd
It's the ripper, the clean up hitter
You bitter intimidating young long dick nigga
Now suck it, now suck it
While you around here playa hating
Your woman around here screaming Fuck Me
Fuck Me tell me something
Don't I put down on my albums
Motherfucka nobody ever told you I was
Hard as a NFL Helmet i write 'em, land 'em
Plant 'em BAM Nigga 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

A nigga got, got but I won't no more
Cause this time round I come
To settle the score
Greedy niggas eat good, but not that long
They wind up with a stomach ache
Balled up in they home

You better cancel that shit
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 shit
When I was really only given
Y'all half of this shit
Fuckin right I made the beat
And I wrote this rap
But a Niggas In the ghetto
Want to post the crack
Got two Niggas posted watching
A bus with macks
Just waiting on the police and Niggas to jack
To people across the nation
Thanks for being patient
Ya'll been itching for some G-Shit Huh
I know you waiting
When you cop the cd, get some Herb and Ride
Turn the bitch 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 retarded
I ain't talking about handicapped
I'm talking about the way I
Talk and Express my rap you Feelin that

Anytime you say my name make
Sure it's some good shit
Look I'm not your eldest rapper
I stay on some hood shit
Am I hatin on Cash Money, Now Stop Playin
I respect it How it came, Now I got Game
(Bling) i'm all about UTP 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 muthafuckas you know keepin it hot

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 shit I'm famous and rich
(Huh Bro) i got bitches I ain't even
Fucked claiming my dick
If thats how it is, I guess we gone see
Is this all about that big truck and UTP