Lyric Y all Ain t Ready Yet
(Precise)
Man, them niggas can t fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man!
(Mystikal)
I know, I, I, I know
I know y all niggaz can t fuck with me cause I can t
fuck with my damn self
I know, I know y all niggaz can t fuck with me I
I know y all niggaz...
Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga
thirteen motherfucking years through this shit
bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where
I know y all niggaz I know y all niggaz I know y all niggaz
Aw shit, it s on nigga
Chorus:
I m still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y all niggaz can t fuck with me cause I can t fuck with my damn self
When Mystikal hits the door (door closing sound)
See can t nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do
I know y all niggaz can t fuck with me and they can t but they try to
Some niggaz just need to be warned
It s gonna be harder to get it up on a my own
nigga go ring the alarm
Matter fact better know what it take
for the back of your head to hit that grass
Let s get this straight from the jump
I ain t playing with your bitch ass
These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean
Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian
Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring
I m runnin these niggaz to the jets
to the hills, to the back of the tracks
A-A-ask them hos, did I do that?
I m coming boisterous with 5 million switches
I m the man with single and double and triple
and four five six time them bitches
I m the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed
standin 5 foot leven dick crooked like a roach leg
Much bone and I don t fail a test
Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river
I can t be fucked with, you can t touch this better grab hold
Bitch I m so cold I m like a 24 year-old north pole!
Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes
Grippin my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds
Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All
I m harder than a nigga watchin Janet Jackson in draws!
But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it
M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y all ain t ready though!
Chorus 2x
(Precise)
So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?
I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear
See y all can stop lookin at another nigga
face cause bitch the man right here
You nigga didn t think that I could swing mine
Bitch I m doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain t lying)
Talking behind my back don t make me no nevermind
Cause all you can say is I m smarter than Einstein
I m fire like Cayenne!
You ll never catch me cause I m swift as a hyena
Gimme the chance I ll rock the lakefront arena
like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina s (damn Gina)
Tall dark strong long and lean ain t nobody comin cleaner
It s all in the way I lay my game down
Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town
But everybody think these niggaz be wantin me
to prove that I m the man
Bitch I m colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan
I got no love for no b-i-e-otch
Matter fact s been that way since I was wearin osh kosh b gosh
But yet y all steadily trying to squab bout me
When I come in this door the only thing y all can do is talk about me
Better get some business about yourself that s what you better do
Matter fact I m a tell you mother fuckers three things I m a never do
One : never gonna change my style
Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow
I m gettin tired of being sick and tired
Nigga you got a problem with me gettin high
Suck big dick and die
Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can t fade
the tan shade man with the braids
Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward
I done offended these niggaz compare me
to niggaz that gotta practice looking hard
Bitch-a won t leave me alone
I m not that Thug and I m not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone
Black prince of the south that s my title
Bitch I m whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like Michael
I m throwin rhymes at a steady flow
(Inhaling) whoo there they go y all niggaz ain t ready yo
Chorus
Bitch I pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it don t harm me
Bitch I m entertaining like Cedric and I m mac like Bernie
I m black like Menace and I m g like Slimm
I m Sporty like T and I m smooth like Tim
I can click just like the boot camp but I m conscious like daughter
Bitch I m insane but um, you still be wantin
to claim that I m your partner
I m Down just like Bust plus I m Ice just like Mike
And I m the living lyrical miracle I m just ice like precise
I m the invisible man you blind you can t see shit
Picture I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at FREAKNIK
Man, them niggas can t fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man!
(Mystikal)
I know, I, I, I know
I know y all niggaz can t fuck with me cause I can t
fuck with my damn self
I know, I know y all niggaz can t fuck with me I
I know y all niggaz...
Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga
thirteen motherfucking years through this shit
bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where
I know y all niggaz I know y all niggaz I know y all niggaz
Aw shit, it s on nigga
Chorus:
I m still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y all niggaz can t fuck with me cause I can t fuck with my damn self
When Mystikal hits the door (door closing sound)
See can t nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do
I know y all niggaz can t fuck with me and they can t but they try to
Some niggaz just need to be warned
It s gonna be harder to get it up on a my own
nigga go ring the alarm
Matter fact better know what it take
for the back of your head to hit that grass
Let s get this straight from the jump
I ain t playing with your bitch ass
These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean
Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian
Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring
I m runnin these niggaz to the jets
to the hills, to the back of the tracks
A-A-ask them hos, did I do that?
I m coming boisterous with 5 million switches
I m the man with single and double and triple
and four five six time them bitches
I m the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed
standin 5 foot leven dick crooked like a roach leg
Much bone and I don t fail a test
Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river
I can t be fucked with, you can t touch this better grab hold
Bitch I m so cold I m like a 24 year-old north pole!
Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes
Grippin my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds
Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All
I m harder than a nigga watchin Janet Jackson in draws!
But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it
M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y all ain t ready though!
Chorus 2x
(Precise)
So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?
I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear
See y all can stop lookin at another nigga
face cause bitch the man right here
You nigga didn t think that I could swing mine
Bitch I m doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain t lying)
Talking behind my back don t make me no nevermind
Cause all you can say is I m smarter than Einstein
I m fire like Cayenne!
You ll never catch me cause I m swift as a hyena
Gimme the chance I ll rock the lakefront arena
like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina s (damn Gina)
Tall dark strong long and lean ain t nobody comin cleaner
It s all in the way I lay my game down
Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town
But everybody think these niggaz be wantin me
to prove that I m the man
Bitch I m colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan
I got no love for no b-i-e-otch
Matter fact s been that way since I was wearin osh kosh b gosh
But yet y all steadily trying to squab bout me
When I come in this door the only thing y all can do is talk about me
Better get some business about yourself that s what you better do
Matter fact I m a tell you mother fuckers three things I m a never do
One : never gonna change my style
Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow
I m gettin tired of being sick and tired
Nigga you got a problem with me gettin high
Suck big dick and die
Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can t fade
the tan shade man with the braids
Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward
I done offended these niggaz compare me
to niggaz that gotta practice looking hard
Bitch-a won t leave me alone
I m not that Thug and I m not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone
Black prince of the south that s my title
Bitch I m whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like Michael
I m throwin rhymes at a steady flow
(Inhaling) whoo there they go y all niggaz ain t ready yo
Chorus
Bitch I pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it don t harm me
Bitch I m entertaining like Cedric and I m mac like Bernie
I m black like Menace and I m g like Slimm
I m Sporty like T and I m smooth like Tim
I can click just like the boot camp but I m conscious like daughter
Bitch I m insane but um, you still be wantin
to claim that I m your partner
I m Down just like Bust plus I m Ice just like Mike
And I m the living lyrical miracle I m just ice like precise
I m the invisible man you blind you can t see shit
Picture I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at FREAKNIK
