Mystikal - The new guy lyrics
[Mystikal - The new guy lyrics]
N you don't know me n you don't know
You don't know nothing bout me
You gon' find what you wasn't looking for
Watch me or throw it off I ain't right
B I do something same rap game
Murder I just might bring it on cause
It's gon' be some s tonight
I heard you ns wanna start some s
44 caliber hollow tips in the Glock 30 clip
Got them rocks in my pocket rocks on my wrist
Ninety eight six hundred Benz copped
From working the night shift
Trying to make a million fo' 22
What I'm trying to do
Little eager too to do what the fk I gotta do
Flip optimal like an as crack
N puff puff pas that n pas
The weed I pas back
Click clack we come strapped
It's fo' sho' n lay low tonight
Cause maybe you could just might
Hit the flow tonight
I did it I said it y'all ns is hoes
Paramedics trying to save you
Cutting open your clothes
N you don't wanna go head to head with me
I got some ns that will paint
Yo head red with me
Toe to toe with me go to war with me
You could lose yo whole family
Trying to roll with me chorus
Now I know you don't want none
Of them boys from uptown
Come downtown to yo area until Vietnam
A hard head make a soft as
I thought a n told you
Slim speaking on behalf of that wild magnolia
My people gave me the low while
I was doing time upstate
Told me a n from downtown
Caught a little uptown fame
That he ain't seen no real n yet
But, I bet he don't want no drama
Laying with my people and don't give a
Fk that somebody shot his shhh
I only fk bomb killers dope
Dealers and real ns
Ill ns and trill ns get it how they live ns
And they thought they roam uptown
For the doo doo brown
Better get face down on the ground when
A n tie yo legs down
See that's the heart of New Orleans
Ask another n from another city about his 3rd
I bet they tell you that
The water quick reserve
Leaving and stanking on the curve
That's what they heard
They got a hell of a nerve
To mail mack in the Calliope
All the way to the 10th left turn 13th
The third time you in the city of how to grow
B I'll do you something
You thinkin if I cut you in yo
Motherfking head it ain't gon' do s
B this ain't no bluffing
Thinkin all these ns and these
Weapons ain't bout no busting
Time to get wit cha we coming to get cha
If I hit you where yo d at it's
Gon' come out where you s at
My murder weapon knows best
If you ain't got no vest
It's gon' get protest
We making noise all day
I'm trying to tell em' but these bes
Got to learn the hard way
Pistol play warned from the hallway
AK spray now yo as all taint
B I'll do you something
And I gotta do em' something too
They fked up and fked around
With the wrong as crew
Now I'm gon' come up from short in
A house full of loaded tanks
Cup of canned soda for a picnic
Cup of canned soda for dank
See we no limit ns so
Drama we bout that there
You doubt that there
That's why when I'm hanging out it's
Gon' be out right there
That's where ns think our slugs at
Trying to hang where I slang my drugs at
Fk it all the ns that make mill stay real
And how y'all fking love that
See I'm a gangsta and plus a n cold wit it
Ain't scared of no n
You left some pots and some boards and
Them drama boys said go get em'
Step out the project post talking bout wooh n
I got a little of few dollars I'm trying
To get a little bit mo' n
If it's gold fo' sho' n
Cook I stay high like a rocket can't stop
It until I get away from yo
Pocket like a gold digger
Ain't nothing but a five o four n
When they enter putting bodies in
Bags and tagging cold ns
Better get yo mind right cause
B this some real life man tell these ns
Watch me or throw it off I ain't right