Yahh! Lyrics - Ghetto Fabulous - Mystikal

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MC's 

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Da da da daah 

Yaah 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

MC's 

Break my joint, cut my tongue off if I ain't tight 

Put a bullet in my head take my life and let me die if I ain't fire 

Cut me up feed me to the roaches, let me rot if I don't rock 

Let me go to hell, burn, sizzle and simmer if I don't deliver 

Pull my hair out if I sell out, bury me on my stomach 

Without no drawers on at all if I don't go off 

Or either lethal injection or straight electricity 

Let the garbage man pick me up 

And get rid of me if I lose creativity 

Let me get forced into sexual activity 

Let me get turned out by three skank freaks 

If I don't bust to the utmost of my ability 

Take my head if I say it and don't feel it 

Stop selling my record, give me the money back nigga 

If I don't sell at least a million 

Cut my dick off if I get down and don't get off 

Crush my spine and cave my chest in if I come 

If I ain't bad for my age and kick ass for my size 

Close my fuckin' eyes if you can stop me from sayin' 

Or keep me from playin' 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

MC's 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

MC's 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Snap my pencil, dislocate my fingers and jam my thumb 

I ain't gon' write no more, tear my papers 

Strip clothes if it don't ship gold 

Take my blessed, Baptist Holy Ghost Christian soul 

If it take less than a year of playin my records and tapes 

Before they can say my shit old 

If it don't bang, take me out the game, call me out my name 

Put me out my house, beat me out my change 

Let em read my poem and tell em to seal my doom 

When I'm dead read bitch ass nigga 

In the ground written across my tomb 

Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees don't bloom 

Put me in the sun and cut my air supply 

If I give these niggas breathin' room 

If what I'm brewin' ain't potent 

If what I'm doin' ain't rollin' 

Nigga, diss me, make a movie, talk about it on Oprah 

Erase my fuckin' vocals, burn my fuckin' notebooks 

Take my fuckin' tank from me and give it back to Goldman 

I quit, my career's over, turn me upside down 

And hang me from my scrotum 

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MC's 

Da da da daah 

Da da da daah 

MC's 

Da da da daah 

Yaah, yaah, yaah 

Yaah, yaah, yaah 

Yaah, yaah, yaah 

Give me my post office application if I ain't hear from rap 

Nothin' if they ass ain't shake and they hands ain't clap 

Take my happiness if it just so happens I ain't happenin' 

Let something happen to me if I ain't hardcore at it maximum 

Flip the dial change the channel if I can't handle 

Forget me if I leave this bitch 

Before I put my fuckin' Grammy on the mantle 

Let my next fifty concerts get canceled 

If I'm scared in front the camera 

Then take my fuckin' talent, take me from my family 

Sneak me, fuck over me if I don't represent Louisiana 

Jump my fence if I ain't the prince 

Bitch keep me back if I can't keep up with the presidents 

If I don't run circles around these other rap guys 

Let my momma Benz get four flat tires 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

Yaah, say what? 

MC's, MC's 

That's what the fuck I'm hearin' in my head 

Yaah, yaah, yaah 

That's what keep me going 

Yaah, yaah, yaah 

That's what make me fuck over you 

Yaah, yaah, yaah 

I can't stop that voice 

Yaah, yaah, yaah