Mystikal-

(Intro)

Mystikal and Outkast, I'm representin......

I'm not for the big bucks, no wammies,

You can't stand it,

Make um feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami,

Handle'n with my man and'um in Atlanta.

And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda s--- you feelin as I'm sayin it

I'm like an NBA so thumb or pawn shop tech nine, bitch I'm know for jam'n.

Smoke merry, merry, merry

Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary,

I bust through, intrude, move through, distractions.

Risks and hits and blows don't lose no traction.

I threw a round of flip flop flip flop back at um

If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon

And the um God knuckle up boy ??, don't be no f---ed boy

Me and Guillotine we run some ni--as in a big truck boy

Run flat boy, run that boy.

Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy

I bring flames to a four alarm fire

I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer

I hit the door,

I'm blowin him like southern band

And they always tryin to find something to say about the brother man.

I invent em flip em and send em

Rhymes get you jumped like I pulled (?) over ya

Guess what, this is a stick up

Give me back my s--- before I start pickin bricks up

Garbage mc's better run for it

Don't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of the yard, for it

And respect me for takin it to um

So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woodz

Chorus:

If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock,

If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock,

If you round our neck of the woods you better stop,

Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, aaouu

(x2)

Big Boi-

All a the heat rise to the beat wise

To that nigga that spit that street fire

Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire

Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto

You're bitch made like Dorothy

You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa

Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy

But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G?

I take my thirteen shot , don't U know my style is drunken

And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin

Givin you somethin to beat the block with,

eet the cops with My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this

The D-u-n-g-o-n, family, merrily

Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scaring me,

But I live, gotta given, one double ohh percent above the rest yeah

With the fat sacks, gon burst that, and you know that, yea

(Chorus x2)

Dre-

(BIG BOY: Hey, what's your name?)

Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here

Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun

Reason for a gun, only one

Strong believer in self-preservation

Aahhhhh, OOF!

Hit that state up in views

City of forgotten fate, County of the blues

Street address Generation X Avenue, new, new.

But Generation Y, high, to the point that I drink

Runnin on a new one

Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn, and some church socks

What if I told you that even if you made clocks?

Stops, time rewinds ee what he finds

Then rearrange and change things that's on your mind

Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter?

Would you holler that I'm live and ask another

Or take no heat and run for cover

(Chorus x4)