(Mystikal)
Man what f*ck
I told you my f*ckin name
A hundred times man
n*gga call me Mystikal then f*ck
Whicch why I did it?
Why, n*gga what
The n*gga would of did me
You'd rather the n*gga
Would of did me I'm tellin you
Chorus
Pop or get popped
Kill or get killed
Drop or get dropped
That's why I did what I had to do
All I ever really wanted was cash
But he caught a buck
So I had to spank that ass
Kill or get killed
Pop or get popped
Drop or get dropped
That's why I did what I had to do
All I ever really wanted was cash
But he caught a buck
So I had to spank that ass
(Magic)
These people question my sanity
Cause I get it by my know how
Meanest smile
How was your life as a child
Did you grow up in the ghetto
Around thugs and killas
Though when night fall
A n*gga don't give a f*ck about feelings
Gotta stay high
Don't know if i'm gon live or die
45 by my side in case
I gots to send a n*gga bye bye
Paranoid knowin that the day gon come
I done grabbed his gun
And I'll be damned if Mr. Magic gon run
Face reality
Guess I was just destined for doom
That's when yall found on them choppers
Layin round in my room
I ain't no fool
Gotta play the game by the rules
That n*gga flinched and my gun went boom
You done f*cked with a type n*gga
Put money on my own f*ckin head
Shake any you pus*y n*ggas
Tryin to dress me in red
It's Mr. Magic and Mystikal
You n*ggas say you didn't fear me
Bet you fear me now
Brung pain and I'm bangin em at cha
Will you forgive me lord
I was only playin my part
Protectin my tank doggs
Live or will die
f*ck what a n*gga think
How must I representin
Any n*gga from the tank
Chorus
(Mystikal)
I'm from uptown
Where everybody know everybody
So I guess they know me
And though ain't no cut throat type n*ggas
Gon f*ck over ya call the police
b*tches real in these streets
That's why I come real on these beats
We stay real with each other
That's why we still on our feet
We gon do what we gotta
To hold this b*tch down
To keep it in one piece
If I gotta put a hole in every one of ya
Motherf*ckers, b*tch that's how it's gon be
n*gga f*ck with another n*gga lyrics to tour
Don't try that on me
Motherf*cker buy that spanish choke
b*tch can't tie that on me
Motherf*ckers say to her
I kill cocaine, pistol and weed
n*gga thought about givin the f*cks some here
But I ain't coppin no plea
So I guess it's safe to say
We goin out buckin
It's either 6 n*ggas doin the carryin
Or 12 n*ggas doin the judgin
Chorus
(Magic) {Mystikal}
(got no regrets for the way I'm livin
But god knows I don't wanna face prison
Forgive me for what I done)
{not responsible for how I'm feelin
But if these n*ggas try to play me
I'm a have to kill em
Before they kill me}
(how many n*ggas in this b*tch can feel me
It's gonna take a million motherf*ckers
Just to kill me)
{so when they lock me up and try to seal me
When I get out my n*ggas gon be still there}
(the only artist on TRU
So I'm the 1st to fall
Any head bustin goin on
I'm the 1st to call)
{we ain't playin wit you b*tches
We gotta finish you off
Mr. Magic and Mystikal
The last n*ggas you saw}
Chorus until end