The sky is forever. . As I'm tappin' away upon my key pad. We've had too many cups but not enough tea bags. We sad. That it's all about the me nag. All wiped up with a cheap rag.
[Intro] [Bishop talking]. The following view expressed in the recording in no way reflect the thoughts of my label.. It's just me. Stacee Adams, every motherfuckin' hood in America..
(Trick Daddy inhaling). Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here. . [Mystikal:]. I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo' way.
(Trick Daddy inhaling). Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here. . [Mystikal:]. I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo' way.
Uh oh whutcha want whutcha gon do nigga. It's the man right Chea. I know y'all nigga ain't fuckin wit me you lookin for me. . If you gonna be down with me.
The Return. This one here (The Return), this for my dirty disco dancin', low-down, no good mutha fuckas (the braided-up pimp is back). The return of the shit-talker.
featuring Guillotine. . Whatcha gone do Whatcha gone do nigga huh?. . There He Go There He Go There He Go. (GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER) 7X's. . (Mystikal).
[Intro:] [Mystikal]. Man I got something to tell you. I don't know how to explain it. But I'm different (crazy). Naaaaa....aight. I'm, I'm, I'm not like you.
One one one one one.. One hear I go mic check here I go mic check.. One one one one one.. That's that shit that's that shit nigga that's that shit.. (That's that shit).
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?. Kick this bitch raw, you heard me. Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit. . Microphone check, check, check one.
Don't fuck, don't fuck with the braids!. Can't fuck, can't fuck with the braids!. Don't fuck, don't fuck with the braids!. Ya can't fuck, you can't fuck with the braids! (Barking).
Nigga you ain't shit. . I woke up this morning dick rock hard. Had to piss so bad, that shit made me say God Lord!. Dick harder then a armadello. So I went in the bathroom and drained the little fellow.
Oh bitch I'm country as cowboy boots. High debut, beating boy band groups. Nigga let me know what the fuck y'all want do. Either keep up or you can't, can't.
I know this isn't what you wanted,. You wanted more of the same, well that's a game I cannot play,. Everything ends sometime,. If it doesn't end nothing new begins,.
I can feel the tension. Ripping through my body,. No doubt about it,. It's a new sensation,. . It begins with a kiss and a stare,. It's not love but we don't care,.
You won't believe the things I've seen. Far beyond your wildest dreams. I've seen chaos and order reign supreme. I've seen the beauty of the universe so peaceful and serene.
Yeah, come on chumps y'all ain't girl. We pretty we hit hard we takin' over the world. . Reminisce we takin' you back to your school days. Hand us the mic and we flip it fifty million ways, they don't know.
My style cap to the bible rap to the title track. I got It locked and aim like a rifle master. After the nine double I need therapy cause my mind struggles.
** intro/skit skipped **. . [maestro fresh wes]. I'm a ruler, that's how I reign. I do to rap what the mona lisa does to the frame. Rid 'em and written, my rhymes are like rodeo.
[Maestro]. Maestro. This joint over here is dedicated to all the single mommys. All the single mommys worldwide this is for y'all. Maestro just hold your head.