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letra de what cha think - mystikal

time to get with ya
what ya think n-gg-
time to get with ya
what ya think n-gg-

i already done told ya n-gg-z
sh-t i showed y’all n-gg-z
when i slaughtered ya n-gg-z
this how i sold ya n-gg-z
b-tch 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 n-gg- 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 f-ckin icy
reaching my level is highly unlikely
precisely i’m the right king i be
why in the sam h-ll 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 sh-t why you b-tches going under
if i take your -ss on this track it’ll probably defeat the purpose
cause that half -ss 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 -ss 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
n-gg-z get fitted for graves for going for brave
when them bullets get sprayed
so i ain’t no hangman no gang bang
sh-t, 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
n-gg- what the f-ck you think

[chorus]

what cha thank n-gg-

[verse-2]

f-ck ya’ll n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z 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 t-tty slick and they p-ss-es murdered
low down dirty
big old n-gg-z burn down the barn to make million dollar merges
never mix no bullsh-t with your business
i’ll sn-tch ya pull your head out ya -ss that mothaf-ckin 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 -ss
hit it tell us, stomp through this mothaf-cka like elephants
swing though this b-tch like apes and fly by you b-tches 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 b-tch you b-mb time don’t tell on ya
what the f-ck you think its time to come up
and profit off the sh-t we sell
rode the band with bl why i gotta chance to back up with kl
n-gg- next to me your sh-t be seeming fake
you bests to move your f-cking finger
while i cuts my piece off the tank cake
move them ugly mothaf-ckas show me your mean face
but stick your fingers in your mothaf-cking ears
cause these n-gg-z be dropping some mean b-ss
cause it ain’t gone be no more after me
it ain’t no limit to these young black hustlers
ask that n-gg- master p
it has to pe the paper if ya ask me man
ya’ll n-gg-z know ya can’t hang
n-gg-, what the f-ck you think

[chorus till fade]

- mystikal

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