letti cook
Superstar
Mystikal kills it
[Mystikal]
nikka, I'm the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
M-Y-S-T-I-kal Its the man right chea
I ain't the '90 through the '94 Buffallo Bills
I ain't Dennis Rodman's hair and I ain't Holyfield's ear
I ain't that damn man to see the Sandman at the Apollo
I ain't that 298 dollar 60 cent check from McDonald's
bytch I'm the line through the "t" and the dot on the "i"
I'm the motherfukkin' crocodile tears when you cry
I'm the lightning in bad weather!
I'm that nikka in that picture on your girlfriend dresser
I ain't no ho, I ain't no punk, I ain't no bytch, I ain't no faq
I ain't no sucker, I ain't no trick, I ain't no snitch, I ain't no rat
I'm that $20,000 a pop every stop when I'm tourin'
I'm that "FIRE!" on that last verse of "Make 'Em Say UHHH!"
I ain't that same ol' same, ordinary, everyday rapper
bytch, I killed Kenny, SO I GUESS I'm THAT b*stard!
Mia X does a good job
Silk then proceeds to ruin it
[Silkk The Shocker]
Ahhhhhhh!
I'm the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya
I'm the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher
I'm the nikka with the gun, that be askin' where the dollars at
I'm the nikka with the six hundred everybody's tryin to holler at
I be the bookie that you pay nikkas to keep off your ass
I be the reason why you didn't pass, the reason why you cut class
I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya
I be the nikka that put the wood in your fiance
The reason why she didn't marry ya
I be the nikka they try to keep from around, hanging around your sister
I be the nikka they call Silkk The Shocker, you might call me MISTER!
Now I got a mob ties, I'm a ghetto wise guy
Military minding, on the front lines, always pull off the drive bys
Case over like the last song, like all the cash gone
Heir to the throne, cause I'm the little brother of the last don
Little bytch can't mix, flip shyt, loose lips sink ships
Plus I gotta pair of cement shoes, I can make fit, your a fake bytch
Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bytch, between the trigger
Keep a tight grip, infrared on my shyt so I don't miss
Now I'm that razor that cuts the dope, it ain't nothin but a 504
Member the one they call Vito, yeah that's me (you know)
silkk not staying on the damn concept/topic of this song bothered me more than him not staying on beat in life...