{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
>from the floor up, with the dirt rapper
i´m the dirty rap master, i´m comin´ to chop ya!
with my knock you out style, that i practice
like gymnastics´, i´m a fantastic static phonetic
i´m out the attic, with the all black jacket
bringin´ much racket, snatch ya fagot
worse then that standin´ there i say
hoe stop playin´ with me!
cuz

chorus:

we here stop him in his track´s
show him that i´m ruthless
boom, get chopped!
we here to stop him in his track´s
got to get my motherfuckin´ name
boom get chopped!
{2x}

verse two: { lil´ ya}

how could bitches fuck with
million dollar nigga´s how ya figure?
it´s all good for you to stroll through my hood
v.l. throw suspicious rock´s at yo shit and
if they had k´s they spray and leave you
dead as a bitch! what type of nigga want´s
to walk around here in braid´s
what happened to the chuck´s, levi´s and the fad´s
swish blade in my pocket, when i see ya i´m a cut yo hair
no matter where, it´s ugly you don´t want to see
the capital y-a get into yo shit nigga dick sucker!
whoa flippin´ motherfucker michael jackson pretendin´
you read for vision go suck a dick nigga
reach around the whole third hit that ass
picture me and you in a two man cell
you washin´ nigga´s draw´s takin´ my
dick leanin´ on the wall now mystikal you bitch you
remember when you said you wasn´t gonna bow
you disrespected the "u"

chorus:{2x}

third verse: {tec-9}

criminal minded you been defined
as the fakest motherfucker in the down south area
i think your goin´ through a phaze
what made ya, turn around and talk shit
your rhymes and you personally doesn´t fit
now wait a minute, remember that time
you got on soul train
you got the chance, and didn´t even represent man
you faked the funk, actin´ like a straight punk
check it out, they thought you was like us
the motherfucker siked up
turned around, had a fuckin´ glitter glove
now, can you tell me what the nigga here
was thinkin´ of?
i´m here to stop you in yo track´s
the shit you do, be wack i´m fat
shit´s spittin´ i done all ready stacked
tellin´ me that the nation wide
but you know, that i know,
you don´t want the whole nation to know
you´s a hoe! fuck the piece treaty
you started this, where´s my all black clothes and
my all black beanie, i play it pinnately style
leavin´ ya gutless, leavin´ ya buttless
we put together the bomb alarm
half this shit you can´t touch this,
you best´s to stick to jumpin´ around
have the area first down, cuz i´m the hound and
you the clown, now wipe the sweet from my neck
cuz you ain´t nothin´ but a bitch

chorus:{3x}