- Votes:
- Composers:
- Lawson
- Craig Stephen / Lawson
- Craig Stephen / Tyler
- M. N
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- See also:
Mystikal - Yaah lyrics
featuring Mac Fiend and Silkk the Shocker
 [Fiend] A tell me what's your name? 
 [Mystikal] MC Mystikal 
 [Fiend] What's your alias? 
 [Mystikal] I'm the prince of the South 
 [Fiend] What's your thing? 
 [Mystikal] I ain't playing with your bitch ass 
 [Fiend] So boy what'd you say? 
 [Mystikal] Here I go here I go 
 [Mystikal] 
 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 Kerri 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 
 [Mystikal] 
 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 
 [Mystikal] What's your name!? 
 [Mac] Mac the Don, motherfucker 
 [Mystikal] What's your alias? 
 [Mac] Shell Shocked nigga 
 [Mystikal] What's your thing? 
 [Mac] Murder murder murder murder 
 [Mystikal] Nigga what'd you say? 
 [Mac] Wooooaaaaah 
 [Mac] Who rocks 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 niggaz 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! 
 [Mystikal] What's your name!? 
 [Fiend] Capitol F-I-E-N-D 
 [Mystikal] What's your alias? 
 [Fiend] I'm Mr. Get it on Jones 
 [Mystikal] What's your thing? 
 [Fiend] I'm the one that call the Shotti Mystikal - Yaah - http://motolyrics.com/mystikal/yaah-lyrics.html
 [Mystikal] What'd you say? 
 [Fiend] Whomp Whomp! Whomp whomp whomp! 
 [Fiend] I'm the decided private miscontorting to fire on me 
 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 
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 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 
 [Mystikal] What's your name? 
 [Silkk] Silkk the Shocker! 
 [Mystikal] What's your alias? 
 [Silkk] Mister! 
 [Mystikal] What's your thing? 
 [Silkk] I'm a made man nigga! 
 [Mystikal] Nigga what'd you say? 
 [Silkk] AAAAAAHHHHHH! 
 [Silkk] (Mister!) Mister hang with real thugs 
 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-I-M-I- to the T 
 (That's Mac that's Fiend, Mystikal your Silkk the Shocker) Yeah that's me! 
 [Silkk] What's your name? 
 [Mystikal] MC Mystikal 
 [Silkk] What's your alias? 
 [Mystikal] I'm the prince of the South 
 [Silkk] What's your thing? 
 [Mystikal] I ain't playing with your bitch ass 
 [Silkk] What'd you say? 
 [Mystikal] The mans right here














