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A lyrical ruckus has erupted and fucked wit' yo' manhood When I get up and start bustin niggas just be like *ugh* get out my way, from this day on I put a dent in this shit I know a lot of bitches thought it, but mama's endin' this shit been in this shit My aim is to disfigure yo' style and put it to sleep because the industry don't need no freaks meanwhile, my clique is settin' up shop on yo' block and KLC got every car, bumpin' these ignorant knocks Fuck them cops, and the mics, bitch I know my shit's tight just show us pain from the street, is what them niggas like No half-steppin', my hooptie is a legend, shall we talk numbers? Pull my bankbook out, and watch these figures stun ya, run ya Why you niggas be lyin' on records? Hoes barrin' marked hoes from D.O's to I don't know, but check it why y'all fakin' tha funk? I raise my right hand trust, everything you see wit' No Limit belongs to us, let's get straight Chorus: Mystikal Let's get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her that's mama, the biggest mama, mama Mia (2 Times) 2nd Verse: Now I'm unlady like, my verses hit yo' ears like Boo-Yah!! I wear the pants in every freestyle stance with my verbal hoo-ride do I, ever slack up on that ass? Hell no I threw the K well away, so it's so swell it stays so what you know about me is just I'm 'bout it, 'bout it and that our mob's T-R-U because they rowdy, rowdy, no doubt Hey those beats, was meant for me like a cellmate my brown lips fucked the piss out his 8-0-8 Drum kicks, and then they creep like TLC and hella fast with O-Down, Mo B. Dick and Craig B The beats, by the pound, nigga, best beware y'all ain't even comin' close to what they puttin' out there My mama, got the drama, for any hoe, but mainly all you Milli Vanilli hens who ain't got no pen better know No Limit, I represent it, in a minute, to win it with the gold and platinum finish Let's get it straight Chorus 3rd Verse: Late niggas be writin' all kinds of fucked up shit about my family P, Silkk, C, and my tank doggs, but we ain't even trippin punk critics, nah, you almost cryin', we'll buy up every publication and put you out a job, you still shy, everyday nigga think we can't? Contemplate before you come to walk against a tank I'm tellin' you one more gin', may have you where I want but best keep hidin' behind them pen names cuz I know you don't, wanna see us, because you wish, for a grant you hit. One mo' time hoe, and yo' ass gon' meet the fish, of the M-I-Crooked letter-Crooked letter-I Humpback, humpback, I ain't lyin We on a mission, wit' nothin' but ebonics comin' through yo' system, flippin' rocks for phonics, but it's crime because you listenin And you bob yo' head, better than a hooker, but yo' jealousy got you hatin' sayin' I woulda', they shoulda', they coulda what?! We got the plat-screen property ebbin' us, but most of all we still black owned and independent, let's get it straight! Chorus: Both [Mystikal] Let's get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her that's mama, the biggest mama, Mama Mia Get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her that's mama, the baddest mama, Mama Mia Get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her that's mama, the biggest, baddest mama, Mama Mia Get it straight, Get it Straight! [Mia X] Tru...No Limit...Mama Mia... [Mystikal] So the next time you say "Yo Mama", you better slow down, and think about what you doin'! [Mia X] I'm out this bitch!!!
