Mystikal - 13 Years Lyrics
19 nigga 7, ***** whats happenin?Chorus:Thirteen mutha*****in years!I know what to do to knock your stupid assSo bad you aint no challenge.Thirteen mutha*****in years!This aint no fluke, this pure deep talent.Thirteen mutha*****in years!I know what to do to knock your stupid assSo bad you aint no challenge.Thirteen mutha*****in years![verse 1]Bow, when I hold the microphone and hold itKeepin me rappin until I hoarse and swollenThirteen years and rollinI rate colder than coldestGettin part of this, niggas dont want no more of thisNever leave you alone in your life, nigga Im selectin and sellin rhymesSlap a nigga that style sound some like mineMad enough you screamin it aint!(this line whispered, cant hear)You be pissin me off some the time, take you down one at a timeIma be known for *****in over your whole albumWho want my rhyme?Keep decling, ima keep climbingKeep duckin, ima keep buckinKeepin heat seekin rhymes comin to get you *****es off meDisrespectors cow sled, (..? ..)Hard to break, if it comes that wayIt took me thirteen mutha*****in years just to make a tapeBut that dont mean that my rhymes one of the strongestAll I know I been tryin to make it for the *****in longest***** the side of all this, long as you done itWhen I done it, gettin blunted bout to run this *****Takin them riders down with me, clown with meLeave thirteen in your mutha*****in chest and you can count emChorus[verse 2]Nigga go pass the vibe, dividin mad this yearCreative catastrophy, leave mcs in closed casketsHit ya like full metal jackets, cut like hatchetsTight as ratchets, and burn like matchesThick than amino acids, flip like gymnastics, nasty as a pissy mattressDroppin like the temperature in decemberClippin em, tippin em, been writin raps far back as I can rememberFulla them rocks, everybody move keyIt was ghetto djs and sucka mcsHandle your buisness in this industry of competitionOr be at f.w. bulls washin dishes***** I was born to write million dollar rhymesBattle in the hallways of cohen back in 8586, 87, 88, hooked up with big boy records and made my first demo tapeWe dropped some real shit in the basementI had big ol nigga tracks, raps like pavementTo come from new orleans made it hard to surfaceThats when I got discouraged and joined the servicePissed of and I (? ) before longI went to war and served federal time before I made it back homeNo more rips in my jeans and gettin my creamAint shit unlucky about my number thirteenChorus[verse 3]I hit the ***** like bosh! owwwwww!Never gon bounce could rap and doin time before I bowHow in the ***** you like me right nowTold your ass she had said Id be on top of the pileCause my rap style is my hustleI shot niggas up like muslimsWith the flex like muscleUse a, pretty delievery cause its most importantI form a style sharp enough to cut straight through the bonesI came from my welts, gave up my beltI got off from big boy records to put my single on the shelf, nowDo I do it? *****in right I did itShoulda seen the little chiren in the street singin Im not that niggaSize aint nothin nigga, Im shortShockin nigga, raah!They gave me five hundred dollars, shit I quit both of my jobs***** em, got some other shit to do from nine to fiveMy birthday came, and my sister diedBut next year, mystikal signed a half a million dollar deal with jiveThis shit thats tragic cant be no moreBecause of my rings I work at a&p no moreI drive my landcruiser off the show floorGot the time to time to feel pain, sittin on volvosComin with scheme, up in my dreamWhod a ever thought Id be a no limit soldierBy the end of that thirteenThirteen manic muth*****in years!
