Mystikal, Silkk the Shocker, Fiend, MACVILI - What's Your Alias? lyrics
[Mystikal, Silkk the Shocker, Fiend, MACVILI - What's Your Alias? lyrics]
Bitch I'll backslap or backstab after
That kidnap a whack rap
Bring it louder if you coming to rap
Your arms to short your legs to small
I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog
Break it in two and TRU so do
By myself I can take you and
You and you and you
Straight forward like Kerry Kittles
Nigga's head bob very little
Gooder than a whole hand full of skittles
Evil with feedback when I turn on the mic
I'm the spritz that has to "Chsssss"
When you open your Sprite
No fight no war no brawl y'all ain't ready
When they see me their eyes
Get big arms get sweaty
Enough to go around you know
Exactly how it go down
In house uptown big boys throw down
Out of control ballers from Bagwood
Back to New Orleans
If it'll make ya feel good that's
What you can call it
I play the plug you play the socket
Y'all got your pieces nicked lets cock it
Now how I get your open knock and lock it
Y'all niggas fail so now y'all
Trying to jock it
My formula's trill (watch it watch it)
These fake ass niggas are blocking
With niggas with them ill times are rocking
He lifts and cocked it suckers are toxic
I'm all about what's falling in my pocket
I'll be the one they wanna
Share that cock with
Your just that nigga that
They wanna shock with
You never hit it told your niggas you did it
You probably ate it
Laid back and masturbated
Take them fake wood strips off
The side of you ride
Cause real niggas keep their war on
The inside that's money with pride
Shell shock niggas we on the block niggas
Fiend cocked in 98
We bought more figures and triggers
We be murder murder too
So have my money or have my shit
And oh tell your little sister to
Stay up off my dick!
Bringing you extra clips and
Jeans favorite style's sareen
Mr get it on Jones
I noticed I didn't drop the phone
If it's on then it's on
Mister stay loaded up the zone
I stay rolling on some chrome
Mr bad ass nigga?
My verbal class can kill ya
I'm a mad man killer
Warning no hommie can turn ya
To thugs and drug dealers
So what the fuck up nigga
Expect me to be discrete
Well you bitches beneath me
Like athletes feet
Ya have? can't beat a handicapped
As for me I mastered the art of MC
It was all before BC wanna see me?
Close your eyes and hold your breath
That whore pushing that store
Cutting on over to quicker death
Bet you niggas are set for
Ghettos soon to be junk got lyrical? up
I'm Mr war war
Mister's real blood
Mister don't shoot blanks
Mister shoot real slugs
I never feel shit except from the ghetto
And I don't feel love
Nigga I'm out there pissed without this nook
I see a club nigga what?
Mister hit your block mister hit your spot
Mister you better duck the fuck
Down or Mister's getting shot
Come on come with me come and get me
I'm gonna find you some hurting
I drop flies that hurt the same time I
Hit the horn street man tries to hurt me
Let me negotiate my contract on the
Beach he got me some ends
Look turned 19 look nigga I got me a Benz
You know me see that nigga gonna flock
With the rocks in his hands
He ain't worth a cop just to
Block his rocks and then ran
I check my flow last year only got better
So cold now if it's hot
I can still rock leather
Mister ain't NO L-IM-I to the T
(That's Mac that's Fiend
Mystikal your Silkk the Shocker)
Yeah that's me!
That kidnap a whack rap
Bring it louder if you coming to rap
Your arms to short your legs to small
I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog
Break it in two and TRU so do
By myself I can take you and
You and you and you
Straight forward like Kerry Kittles
Nigga's head bob very little
Gooder than a whole hand full of skittles
Evil with feedback when I turn on the mic
I'm the spritz that has to "Chsssss"
When you open your Sprite
No fight no war no brawl y'all ain't ready
When they see me their eyes
Get big arms get sweaty
Enough to go around you know
Exactly how it go down
In house uptown big boys throw down
Out of control ballers from Bagwood
Back to New Orleans
If it'll make ya feel good that's
What you can call it
I play the plug you play the socket
Y'all got your pieces nicked lets cock it
Now how I get your open knock and lock it
Y'all niggas fail so now y'all
Trying to jock it
My formula's trill (watch it watch it)
These fake ass niggas are blocking
With niggas with them ill times are rocking
He lifts and cocked it suckers are toxic
I'm all about what's falling in my pocket
I'll be the one they wanna
Share that cock with
Your just that nigga that
They wanna shock with
You never hit it told your niggas you did it
You probably ate it
Laid back and masturbated
Take them fake wood strips off
The side of you ride
Cause real niggas keep their war on
The inside that's money with pride
Shell shock niggas we on the block niggas
Fiend cocked in 98
We bought more figures and triggers
We be murder murder too
So have my money or have my shit
And oh tell your little sister to
Stay up off my dick!
Bringing you extra clips and
Jeans favorite style's sareen
Mr get it on Jones
I noticed I didn't drop the phone
If it's on then it's on
Mister stay loaded up the zone
I stay rolling on some chrome
Mr bad ass nigga?
My verbal class can kill ya
I'm a mad man killer
Warning no hommie can turn ya
To thugs and drug dealers
So what the fuck up nigga
Expect me to be discrete
Well you bitches beneath me
Like athletes feet
Ya have? can't beat a handicapped
As for me I mastered the art of MC
It was all before BC wanna see me?
Close your eyes and hold your breath
That whore pushing that store
Cutting on over to quicker death
Bet you niggas are set for
Ghettos soon to be junk got lyrical? up
I'm Mr war war
Mister's real blood
Mister don't shoot blanks
Mister shoot real slugs
I never feel shit except from the ghetto
And I don't feel love
Nigga I'm out there pissed without this nook
I see a club nigga what?
Mister hit your block mister hit your spot
Mister you better duck the fuck
Down or Mister's getting shot
Come on come with me come and get me
I'm gonna find you some hurting
I drop flies that hurt the same time I
Hit the horn street man tries to hurt me
Let me negotiate my contract on the
Beach he got me some ends
Look turned 19 look nigga I got me a Benz
You know me see that nigga gonna flock
With the rocks in his hands
He ain't worth a cop just to
Block his rocks and then ran
I check my flow last year only got better
So cold now if it's hot
I can still rock leather
Mister ain't NO L-IM-I to the T
(That's Mac that's Fiend
Mystikal your Silkk the Shocker)
Yeah that's me!