Y'all Ain't Ready Yet (LP Version)
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Can't nobody fly through the swamp and bayou like I do
I know y'all clowns can't handle me and they can't but they try to
Some of y'all just need to be warned
They gonna be humbled and gonna be under my arm
Time to go ready or low
Matter fact better know what it take
For the back of your head to hit the gas
(That's fifty feet swing from the chopper)
I ain't playin with your ass
Some type fellas that run to the mic better come clean
Messin with the Saudi Arabian devil's
Known veteran 12th ward offspring
I'm runnin these fools through the jets
To the hills, to the back of the tracks
(He ain't did it today) Then I do that
Comin poisonous with the twirl of your switches
The man with the tongue can single and double
And triple and four five six times my issue
I'm the fella with the goat head stangin your trick
I'm in your bitch standin five foot left
Crooked like a roach leg
Much mo' than a dope dealer this lil'
Fella G holds both sides of the river
Why don't you be fooled bitch you can't move this fella
Grab hold for I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year old (I'm cold)
And I don't give a shucks bout these raggedy ass hoes
Gimme my nicks as I scratch in my big ass Girbauds
Makin em stop and bounce, lost like Jubilee Oh
I'm harder than a fella watchin Janet Jackson in draws
So if you catch me on the TV or the radio spell it
M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y'all ain't ready doe
Pooh Daddy go, Pooh Pooh Daddy go
Bad like Michael, y'all ain't ready doe
Pooh Daddy go, Pooh Pooh Daddy go
I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow, y'all ain't ready doe
So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?
I got a kind of rhyme that can tumble
Through the air like a Rambo spear
So y'all can stop lookin and nuttin
But the fakest boy the man right chea
You really didn't think that I could swing mine
I'm doin bad I'm singin rhymes at the same time
Talkin behind my back don't make me no nevermind
Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein
I'm fire like Cayenne
You never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena
Give me the chance I rock the leafin arena
Like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina (damn)
Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner
It's all in the way that I lay my game down
Watch me swing with the guillotine rollin round town
Everybody sayin these fools be wantin me to prove that I'm the man
Shucks I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan
I got no love for no P-I-E-R's
Matter fact it's been that way since I was wearin Osh Kosh B'gosh
But yet y'all steadily tryin to spoke bout me
When you come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk bout me
Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do
Matter fact I'm a tell y'all three things I'm a never do
(One) never gon' change my style
(Never) never gon' bounce, (Three) never gon' (Die)
I'm sick and tired of bein sick and tired
Look you got a problem with me gettin high
Same rhyme phrase get me paid
They can't fade the tan shade man with the braids
They peep as I creep through the 12th ward
I'm more fitted than fellas in Pimmit
The fella that got a practice lookin hard
They really won't leave me 'lone
But I'm not that thuggin and not that ruggish but I do pack bone
Black prince of the South that's my title
I'm Pooh Daddy Go, bad like Michael
I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow
Pooh Daddy go, y'all ain't ready doe
I don't, I don't, I don't
I don't, I don't, I don't
When Mystikal hit the door
I propose that none of my army petty punks don't harm me
Look I'm Entertainer like Cedric and I'm mack like Barney
I'm black like Menace and I'm G like Slim
I'm sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim
I can click just like the Boot Camp but I'm kind to just like God
Look I'm insane but I'm still give
You more crime than I'm your partner
I'm down just like Bust plus I'm ice just like Mike
I'm the living lyrical miracle I'm just iced like precise
I'm the invisible man you blind you can't see this
You suckas ain't got no more tricks
On my stick than tricks at Freaknik
Proper than a pillow, soother like mylanter
Kickin like Brandon, swingin like Evander
Technique that is dig me sweet like my auntie Alberta
Who got the nerve to mess with the murderer
Better not be no busta
Kickin it with them Uptown 11th Ward hustlas
Ain't no slack in my stack ain't no lack in my mack
I'm a put you on your back cause you's a rat, I'm the pussycat
I pack enough stick to make you scream hallelujah
Runnin these fools from Joppatula
Through Pasagoula to Chattanooga
I'm the fool that rock streamlined like Lollapalooza
You think you gon' take me boy oh yeah
I'm out that Boot Camp Clik, I got my rifle and my rucksack
(Never ever try to) Could you touch this lil' knuckle
Cise break it down they plan that funky good so
I run with the best and I'm willin to bet that
(He done dropped that album on that ass) But y'all ain't ready yet