Mystikal - What Cha Think lyrics

Time to get with ya what ya think nigga
Time to get with ya what ya think nigga

I already done told ya niggas
Shit I showed y'all niggas
When I slaughtered ya niggas
This how I sold ya niggas
Bitch if ya put yourself in a fight
Here me kick it
I get flashlight how we get it
With it specific and artistic
Spare rhymes and rough drafts
Get it done tighter
I stay clear you cut the war underwear
I'll hold ya back nigga cause ya shystie
When my blood start bubblin I get fystie
Laced with cyanide
Hard education if somebody try to bite me
Scratchy, flows come across hypely
Closer than your fuckin icy
Reaching my level is highly unlikely
Precisely I'm the right king I be
Why in the sam hell would you take
It upon yourself to ever try me
Got be suffering some type
Of fault or malfunction
You don't want this situation to
Get both dangerous and rambunctious
Why y'all be thinking about beef I
Be thinking bout big numbers
On top of things running shit
Why you bitches going under
If I take your ass on this
Track it'll probably defeat the purpose
Cause that half ass material you putting out
Probably ain't gone never surface
You harmless, you couldn't blow the bomb up
Couldn't keep up the pace I set
I'll whoop your ass with my warm-ups
Entertainer rap composer and performer
Map located on the southern corner
I'm making the way like they at a parade
Niggas get fitted for graves
For going for brave
When them bullets get sprayed
So I ain't no hangman no gang bang
Shit, I'm trying to change things
We stuck on the same thang
Stealing draws from Les Unplauge
Then I can go back to the trunks
Of cars of the upper esilonge
Blunts and guns roll like M1s tasers
Smoke weed all the way to the bank
Nigga what the fuck you think

What cha thank nigga

Fuck ya'll niggas think bad lines and
Bad words serving their purpose
Doing videos and movie soundtracks
And tv commercials independent, smoke herb
Walking this thing throughout your suburb
Got young niggas switching suburbans
The tempo I run when I
Run around like a tortoise
Your mom say run when I hear they come
Ta get they titty slick
And they pussies murdered low down dirty
Big old niggas burn down the barn
To make million dollar merges
Never mix no bullshit with your business
I'll snatch ya pull your head out
Ya ass that mothafuckin stay down
There til I finish
If I cut ya down I'm gone make you look bad
I'm gone make them look at you
The same way they look at the
Back of a dog's ass hit it tell us
Stomp through this mothafucka like elephants
Swing though this bitch like apes and
Fly by you bitches like pelicans
Playa haters are of no relevance
I'm striving on intelligence
And changing like them elements
If you was up to my level
I'd probably wail all on ya
But, you ain't bitch you bumb
Time don't tell on ya
What the fuck you think it's time to come up
And profit off the shit we sell
Rode the band with BL why I gotta
Chance to back up with KL
Nigga next to me your shit be seeming fake
You bests to move your fucking finger
While I cuts my piece off the tank cake
Move them ugly mothafuckas show
Me your mean face but stick your fingers in
Your mothafucking ears
Cause these niggas be dropping some mean bass
Cause it ain't gone be no more after me
It ain't no limit to
These young black hustlers
Ask that nigga Master P
It has to pe the paper if ya ask me man
Ya'll niggas know ya can't hang
Nigga, what the fuck you think