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This is, Mystikal and
I'm

I'm out for the big and NO WHAMMIES
You can't it!
Make em the impact and I ain't even in Miami
with my man 'nem in Atlanta

And play me 'cause they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin
As I'm it
I'm like the NBA sore thumb on shop tech nine,
Bitch I'm for jammin'

Mary, Mary, Mary
Put a ass flow on top of bad vocabulary
I bust through, intrude, through distractions
hits and blows don't lose no traction

I threw a round off flip flop flip back at em
If a nigga clown then I'm going get the cannon
And the get God

Knuckle up boy, be no fucked boy
Me and Guillotine we run some in a big truck boy
Run flat boy, run boy
Bitch where I'm a send you you can't back boy

I flames to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the
I hit the door, I'm blowin' him like southern
And they always to find something to say about the brother man

I invent em em and send em
Rhymes set you jumped like I poured King over ya
Guess what, this is a up
Give me back my shit before I start bricks up

mc's better run for it
Don't come this way you can't walk on this side of the yard, (?)
And respect me for it to em
So expect me to lay it and represent my neck of the woods

Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah
and Outkast, ha ha

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If it don't bump off in the club you rock
If it ain't 808 in the it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods you stop
the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh

[Big
All a the rise to the beat wise
To that nigga that that street fire
Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin' em out of the park like Mcgwire
Sosa, you so so, you and small like Toto

bitch made like Dorothy
You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you
Like candy, go sing a with Brandy
But rhyming and double timing, is you sayin G?

I my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken
And you know we the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin'
Givin' you somethin' to beat the block with, the cops with
My incredible so sucka don't try to stop this

The Family, merrily
Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare 'cause it's me
But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the yeah
That fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH

Yeah know that East Point never stop that
All the way to

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Hey, what's your
Andre 3000, the year to fear is here
Must look beyond, sounds the center of the sun
for a gun, only one

Strong believer in
Aahh, OOF!
In the of confused
City of forgotten fate, of the blues

address Generation X Avenue
But Generation why high to the that I drink
on a new one
Walkin' in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and church socks

What if I you that even if you made clocks?
Stops, rewinds, see what he finds
re-arrange and change things that's on your mind
Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut

Would you holler that I'm and ask another?
Or take no heat and run for

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