Real Lyrics to Great Songs

(Intro [E-40])
Uh, uh, hah!
Alright, Mystikal, (BITCH! Hombre!) Mystikal.
Alright nigga, this E four O.
Huh, E four O, E four O, huh.
Finna get it crankin up in this biatch, what.
Finna get it crankin up in this biaiatch.
V-Town (V-town), New Orleans.
Check it out.

[E-40]
Thangs fine, in the middle of the street, sirens and violens silence
Muthafuckas play for keeps, violens and diamonds on my grand piano
Turn the channel, lemme see that, gimme that back
Muthafucka fool what’s your problem? (What’s your problem?)
Nigro, why you wanna pull all on the side of my column
Column, shot em shot em, got em, stick em, lose em, stock em
Bitch em, dodge em, block em, stock em, rock em, chop em, scheme em
Plottin plot em, 45 special, 45 special, nigga with the four five realize

[B-Legit]
I got this monkey on my back, shit be funky that’s a fact
Screamin up in them swamps though, pocket fulla twamps though
To stomp hoe, totin my pis-tal
Up and down them side streets up in my vehi-cal
Calli still, rally’s fell, French Quarters at night
Smoke blunts, get the money, and make shit right
We’re smokin weed pipe, niggas stuff it and roll
Just some fools bout they paper, way out of control
Now, here we go

(Chorus [B-Legit

Michelle Elizabeth Tyler (4x)
Let me go right there, ok we on the air
Verse 1
We grew up with showbusiness on our mind
In hope to make a big name
Thats why me and my sister
was a stiff competition show off when company came
Now I’m a live cause ????? shake that ass!
Although my sister was the one with the beautiful voice
I still had to go last everybody waiting
I’m kinda folling niggas laughing at goofy
I either came in the room ????? then just act stupid
But lately me and my people aint been having to many family groups
Or maybe it just sometimes hurt us we medlin without my baby who be
You was there through the struggle shark
coming trying to reach the big picture
I’m telling you you hurt when you plan to be a star
with somebody you love
And when it’s time to do it they can’t be with you
I’m feeling guilty to take a stand but better since you been gone
It don’t matter much to fix the frustration
ain’t the same when you ain’t home baby!
I’m gonna miss you forever forget you never
But you gonna see the world through my eyes and live what I endeavor
So, if you can see me in heaven over the clouds
You could be proud of your little brother so look down and smile
(chorus)
Shine my lady I miss you baby for your my baby our love is crazy
Your my sister I’ll always miss ya
no one can get ya cause god is with ya
Shine my lady I miss you baby for your my baby our love is crazy
Theres no other its from your brother
your son and mother cause we gonna love ya
Verse 2
All the sad songs in the world
probably couldn’t express how much I miss my baby
I just thank god that I had a big sister
????? between all the years that he gave her
Even the day that I misbehaved
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(Ughhhhhh)
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters

(Mystikal)
I’m movin too fast, doing to much for these niggas
Hum bro
I get paid to leave the house sideways
Bitch stickn out, what
I can take it without quessn’
You the mutha fuckin coward
And I’m the big bad wolf nigga
And I’m coming to devoiour
Aint nuthin better than money
Sex and the power
Oh how I love to be on top of the power
Fuck
I got it to go wit it, clownish
out dat back cuttin up telly to telly bouncn’
I got 5 women, 4 cars
3 homes and 2 apartments
A rolex, 10 leather jackets,
And 20 pair of Michael Jordans
All in it, front and back wheels spinnin
I might not bid to you
But I’m the shit in the city
Street things, represent the real no lim
Razor sharp rhymes penatrating you skin
The way I drop
Bitch gotta feel them
I’m that close
Try to stop me from gettn’ it

(Ughhhhhh)
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters
Stack yo Chips, get yo paper
Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters

(C-Murder)
I make a million dollar dream become reallity without a doubt
I get paid for every rhyme coming out my mouth
And gangst

(Joe)
My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me
But I know you very well
Now let me tell you that I ca-ca-ca-ca-caught you
My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me
But I know you very well
Now let me tell you that I caught you

Talk to me, tell me, where you were
Late, last night
Ya-you told me, you were with your friends hanging out
Late, last night
Ya-you’re lying cuz you’re stuttering
Now where were you?
Late, last night
Stop lying to me cause you’re ticking me off
See you’re ticking me off, ooh

I can tell you’re lying
Cause when you’re replying
You stutter, stutter, stu-stutter, stutter

I can tell you’re lying
Cause when you’re replying
You stutter, stutter, stu-stutter, stutter

I can tell you’re lying
Cause when you’re replying
You stutter, stutter, stu-stutter, stutter

I can tell you’re lying
Cause when you’re replying
You stutter, stutter, stu-stutter, stutter

(Mystikal)
Watch yourself
Watch yourself
Quit your lying heffer
Watch yourself heffer

(Joe)
I called you on your cell phone
No answer, tell me why
So I paged you on your two way
Still no response, tell me why
I took care of you, I loved you
And you played me, tell me why
Stop lying to me about where you’ve been
Cause you’re ticking me off, tick-tick-ticking me off

I can tell you’re lying
Cause when you’re replying
You stutter, stutter, stu-stutter, stutter

I can tell you’re lying
Cause when you’re replying
You stutter, stutter, stu-stutter, stutter

I can tell you’re lying
Cause when you’re replying
You stutt

Fuckin right I’m hip-hop
I hoe hop, I’m funky as a pair of Reeboks with no socks
I’m hot like a nigga watchin a big titty bitch with no bra
I’m tight like them twistin up under the 6 with no top
I’ve been up all night
Writing like a motherfucker cluck with no clock
Been platinum and I’m still stompin
Rock jam-packed concerts and bitch filled parties
Done had them standin more than a hot comb when I perform
Gotta em feelin like they in Saigon when they hear what I got
I got funk
No Limit legitimate respect the man of power
I turn your motherfuckin thunderstorm into scattered showers
Yo Bam, bitches can’t get down
like me and the Pound can, we ain’t gotta bring up SoundScan
I come into focus when they all starin
I turn your fuckin head and, spin your fuckin ball bearings
Hit the antenna so they all scatterin
Believe that cause I’m tellin you
they don’t challenge what they can’t handle
M-Y-S-T-I
Smoke spinach, eat chicken, shit bullets, SPIT FIRE
I’m above you like the sky
Like the clouds like the Gods like the birds and the pilots
You know why I’m here, come to say it loud
For the one-thousand nine-hundred and nine nine
to infinity and BEYOND
Now.. now.. now.. now.. bitch

Respect my motherfucking mind
Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you think
Bitch I kill you
Respect my fucking mind
Fuck what you think, fuck what you feelin
Bitch I kill you
Respect my mind
Fuck what you think, fuck what you feelin
Bitch I kill you
Respect my fucking mind
Bitch I kill you, bitch I kill you
I said BITCH I KILL YOU

Back-bending, That’s That Nigga spinning
Y’all done feeling my line before I finish my SENTENCE
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