What's Your Alias? Lyrics - Fiend

(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 

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(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 

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(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) 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 

? 

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