Mind Of Mystikal Lyrics - Mind Of Mystikal - Mystikal

Walking through the mind of Mystikal 

No holds barred 

Still don't give a fuck about y'all 

I'm still not the nigga to fuck with busta 

? the average nigga don't fuck with me 

Fool a nigga in size, ain't much none of ya'll niggas can do with me 

Typically speakin', I'm not what your seekin' 

Now vision the rhymes that I be keepin' 

I fuck like a Mahican, ain't drunk like them demons, 

I'm quicker then one of those puerto ricans 

Get it off your chest 

Don't run on my set, I'm breakin' your neck 

If you gettin' upset I'm breakin' a sweat 

Y'all niggas ain't ready yet 

I'm catching my breath, y'all niggas ain't findin wind 

I'm keepin' they momma from tryin' again 

I done fucked up more niggas then Heineken 

Fuck, I'm cute as a puppy, you smart as a guppy 

Now how you gonna fuck me, that bitch get lucky she fucked me 

And now that hoe can't stop thinkin' of me 

I'm thinkin' of much wealth, come tell ya how gettin' fucked felt 

Ask them niggas that know me now 

Even them bitches will tell you I'm somthin' else 

Bitches, they like my good looks 

But niggas can't stand that right hook 

They might look but they stay put 

I done stomped more niggas than Big Foot 

What I mean is I'm grand, you can't fuck with this peacan man 

You don't know who I am, you goin' too fast, slow down Tito, damn 

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Nigga go ring the alarm 

I came in this bitch, and I'm in the swarm 

My niggas are already armed 

Were turnin' this bitch into Vietnam 

Nigga go ring the alarm 

I came in this bitch, and I'm in the swarm 

My niggas are already armed 

Were turnin' this bitch into Desert Storm 

I stick to the left like a thumb tack 

I hum that to the drum track 

No wives, tote no knives, 

Bitch I'm sharper then a pair of Filas 

See I'm humble, you fuckin' 'em right, I'm makin 'em mumble 

Don't stumble, hoe I ? the seen it for your fuckin' gumbo 

When a homie compare me, but spare me i'm a rap figure 

Please never don't dare me, bitch I barely kept an ? nigga 

I run with the real niggas, they kill, they them ill niggas 

You best to chill niggas, 

I don't fuck with them run-of-the-mill niggas 

Here's what you gonna feel nigga 

Heavy pressure from both sides, as the brain collides 

I'm tellin' them lip lies, I hang with hip guys 

I split thighs, bitch don't ask me for shit 

You get nothin', no tighter then grip ? 

Fuck nigga, don't bother me and try to be, and tired of me 

Walkin' out the hood with more bitches number then lottery 

Look, I like fuckin' around, but I ain't fuckin' with no fuckery 

Luckily, none of you niggas in here ain't cold enough to fuck with me 

Fuck niggas can't touch that, no ?, get the fuck back 

Fore you find yourself achin from you ass crack to your nut sack 

I run these hoe brand niggas from the back of the map 

To the front of China 

Just when you thought it was safe to back in the water, 

I'm right behind ya 

We as one must combine to never be stopped nann man 

Novice, servants, fiendins, demons, devils, 

Griffins, goons, raidin' rebels 

Women, wizards, warlocks, witches 

Punk fags like bitches 

Gold, platnium, silver, copper 

Any kind of pussy popper gets wopped or chopped 

When Mystikal hits that door, now watch 

Nigga want a big cock, get popped like Hitchcock 

When I rib shot, when I hip hop, that zip lock that's thick knot 

Ohh, it's goin though me, got me struttin' 

When E.F. Hutton talks everybody listens 

[Chorus: x2]