What Cha Think Lyrics - Mystikal

Time to get with ya 

What ya think nigga 

Time to get with ya 

What ya think nigga 

I already done told ya niggaz 

Shit I showed y'all niggaz 

When I slaughtered ya niggaz 

This how I sold ya niggaz 

Bitch 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 nigga 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 fuckin icy 

Reaching my level is highly unlikely 

Precisely I'm the right king I be 

Why in the sam hell 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 shit why you bitches going under 

If I take your ass on this track it'll probably defeat the purpose 

Cause that half ass 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 ass 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 

Niggaz get fitted for graves for going for brave 

When them bullets get sprayed 

So I ain't no hangman no gang bang 

Shit, 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 

Nigga what the fuck you think 

[Chorus] 

What cha thank nigga 

[Verse-2] 

Fuck ya'll niggaz 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 niggaz 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 titty slick and they pussies murdered 

Low down dirty 

Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make million dollar merges 

Never mix no bullshit with your business 

I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin 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 ass 

Hit it tell us, stomp through this mothafucka like elephants 

Swing though this bitch like apes and fly by you bitches 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 bitch you bumb time don't tell on ya 

What the fuck you think its time to come up 

And profit off the shit we sell 

Rode the band with BL why I gotta chance to back up with KL 

Nigga next to me your shit be seeming fake 

You bests to move your fucking finger 

While I cuts my piece off the tank cake 

Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your mean face 

But stick your fingers in your mothafucking ears 

Cause these niggaz be dropping some mean bass 

Cause it ain't gone be no more after me 

It ain't no limit to these young black hustlers 

ask that nigga Master P 

It has to pe the paper if ya ask me man 

Ya'll niggaz know ya can't hang 

Nigga, what the fuck you think 

[Chorus till fade]