{Talking}

I'm sick of it

Me to

Stop playin'

This here is for the

Tan shade man with the braid's

Stop playin' with me

I'm sick of it

Fake punk wanna be

Flip on this nine millmeter clip



{Verse One: {Yella Boy}



Now you know this not some sunburst drink's

I'm so deaf then the Def. Comedy Jam

Open that clip, now clip up like I'm firm

I'm a super duper rap rapper

Steady makin' snappers

Hand's clapper, nigga my chopper got'cha

I'm on the first floor emergency

Bury me, mister I'm sick, I'm jump for joy

But quickly, in my disguise to finish the j-o-b

Ya see, I'm back on track, can ya get with that?

No, you's a hoe, you's a hoe Mystikal!

I pack ya up like there's nothin' to be

Down like a street, steady re-loadin' my weapon

Like a brass knuckle, and my soldiers I mean shoes

I mentally Retaliate, ya think ya slick

You not gonna bounce, you not gonna bow

Hoe you on my dick, but umm

I like the way you scream Yelllla!

Cuz, you be sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels

I tried to shoot you in yo head, I wanted to see some

Bloody bread, somebody in the crowd said

Girl, that boy dead Fuck Him!

He was a cheerleader anyway

You could never play it off hoe, you was really gay

Cuz you could break yo self but you can't break me

Cuz I'm a real fuckin' lyricst with U.N.L.V.

With the flow umm, Flower, you know what