[Yella]
You fake cheerleadin` bitch! You want a nigga like me to beware, ha?
I`ma show you some spokes right now, you bitch you
[Tec-9]
Take them braids out his head Yella
[Chorus-Yella & Tec-9]
I`ma drag him from tha river dump his body in junk yard
Leavin` a note around his neck readin` BAD ASS YELLA BOY
Oooooh he wants some? Ain`t that cold?
YOU A HOE MYSTIKAL
YOU A HOE MYSTIKAL
See I`m from the 3 and I don`t give a fuck
And I know you thought I wouldn`t be back but you can`t keep me down
Don`t forget about the U and the Cash Money Clowns
[1st Verse-Yella]
I`m from the 3 and I don`t give a fuck, for the record
Once again it`s Mystikal with the yella
I`m back up on the scene with the 2 like a Viper
Get in so much war I think I straighter than a sniper
Mystikal you bitch, are you ready for the drama?
Told your hoe ass people hoe don`t run I`ll kill Mama
If I catch ya wit your draws down I`ma do ya
Once upon a time I up the roof and gimme the cruiser
[Chorus]
[2nd Verse-Yella]
I be the jack of all trades don`t make me splizit, your fuckin` head
The queen I mean the King , I mean he learned many trades
Comin` to get`cha round the pen, ready to unwrap your braids
Gay blade, now what`cha wanna do? My nuts you can chew
Because they told me you wanted to battle
Told em you better scaddattle
You ain`t bout no B-1 Doctor show, don`t make me bust you up
Braids that`ll fly up from the roundhouse socks, that roll-o
Now go in my shirt you hoe, blunts up in my polo
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse-Yella]
Stop playin` with me, stop playin` with me bitch, stop playin` with me
I`m like the B.G.`z I`m gat totin`
By this time it`s the bulldog barrel smokin`
I hope they catch and chop ya down, tear ya ass apart
Thrash all the swine touch down your brains on the ground
I gots the gat spell it backwards,
that`s what I do up on that ass ya bitch I`m not an actor
I`m comin` dumpin` on ya fake punk wannabe
I warned ya too many times to watch the bloody tragedy
I got the diamonds to the bauds, twinkle up your golds
Now spin the bin, in the turtleneck polo cuz I don`t care
Fuck what you sayin` about beware
I`m tired of tellin` you that I`m a donkey nigga,
Stop playin`
[Chorus]
[4th Verse-Yella]
I`m in the front room, in the whirlaround, the brown table
Are you able? Capable? All of a sudden, um...
I had to pop em, I had to pop em
I top em all and respect is what I need
Hollow tips in the clips just to make your ass bleed
I`ma drop this pussy with the braids off see
I`ma dump his body in Chuck`s yard, UNLV
I told this Mr. Cheerleader not to fuck with me
I told ya to keep my fuckin` name out ya fuckin` mouth
You didn`t do it now it`s time to take your ass out
[Chorus]
[5th Verse-Yella]
I gets lowdown and dirty with the dirty 30
Because I`m in your neighborhood plus my nose dirty
I`m into Chuck`s house, deliverin` the bad luck
As I spin the bin with speed, it`s too late to duck
I`m like Jim Harbaugh, puffin` on a hot Marlboro
I`m strictly with that asshole and comin` to down ya far
Why did I ask would I please leave ya alone ya see?
I caught my enemies slippin` gettin` groceries
I waits behind the mailbox like an old drunkard,
As Archie Bunker, comfortable? You bitch you
You see I walk by, I ride by, I drive by too
I got`s to hang a 45 and a AP-9 too
this goes goes out to my rakia at tyner high freshmen 05
[Chorus] (4X)
