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| Mystikal Ghetto Fabulous Respect My Mind 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 ? the beef to the beers with no brats 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 This microphone's for holdin I don't give a fuck, as quick as you bring them niggaz then that's how fast them niggaz get FUCKED OVER No prisoners at no time I'm so advanced I put your ass in the blender with my OWN rhyme, bitch say, "Damn that nigga tight! I heard what he did to that other rapper that other night and Dawg that shit wasn't right!" I'm nothin nice in the shinin lights No band, no choir, just me and my fucking Nike's But am I missing something? FUCK NO I got the whole crowd bucked up, "UH OHHH!" I smash a rapper into smithereens Make him spill his beans Then I'm running with the guillotine Diss on my rhymes bitch and diss on my records Diss on my moms bitch you gon' respect it! Respect my fucking mind Fuck what you thinkin, fuck what you feelin Bitch I kill you Respect my mind Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you thinkin Bitch I kill you Respect my mind Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you thinkin Bitch I kill you Respect my fucking mind Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you thinkin Bitch I kill you Respect my mind Bitch I kill you, bitch I kill you, bitch I kill you Respect my fucking mind Bitch I kill you, bitch I kill you, bitch I kill you! |
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