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Mystikal - The Braids
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Chorus: Dont fuck, dont fuck with the braids! Cant fuck, cant fuck with the braids! Dont fuck, dont fuck with the braids! Ya cant fuck, you cant fuck with the braids! (barking) You cant stop me! how then? Watch me! watch me! aint gonna be no congress Drop me, you cant block me, who stop me? its outside! You shouldve known better! Is it cause I flow better? They kept me in the shade But now Im back motherfucker, the nigga with the cannon for two Swinging with the braids! Chorus [verse 1] 504! the doe man, got dogs in when the rhymes go bad Make ink on the page, catch flame Lit light like propane No sweat, no blood, no pain, no game No card, no deal, no dice, no game Giving these bitches somethin vicious! I got them falling to pieces, like porcelain dishes Im dirty! I get all the way down on the ground And just wonder, memorize, take a picture, write a book I dont give a fuck! I man supply, ground ripper! Im here, lay down and give it up! Nigga you aint gonna leave me out my entrance (out my entrance) Count a hundred thousand pennies, every sentence! Buddatt, buddatt, buddatt! get back! Whats happening? I rip cracks and pop tapes Im so hot they just gotta rock what I spray The type of guy that write what I say! Im so wild, cause Im round where them crocodiles play! (cant be none there) I make you say, ow, give it to me (step it up!) Dont be that way Im tearing ya, cause they tell ya with da music! I been doing this shit, how to train em, how to use em! Im a gangsta, better pop up respect Take a piece of lectum Maximum effect ya! But eclectic, ground perfected! It just dont get no colder, bet you if I wont effect it. Yall niggas couldnt pop a rubberband You fucking with the man! Chorus: [verse 2] Bitch bout 55, got damn it! Get into it, get off, get down, get cross, get tied! For my million (son) and my mychelle (daughter), My mama, and my brother, and my nephew, and myself! The man upstairs, cause I kept it up, For my niggas, and my rounds, back down Bout to step it up (step it up) Put in some cash and some outkast beats. Hop behind the wheel and come out from the fucking backseat! Michael tyler! rhyme and droating driver, miracle rip plyer! The fasthold desire! on fire, reach a flyer, aint nobody lie! Starting them out of a team, city of seam, With 100 suckers and a busta! And Im still clean! hollering hiya! Right before I chop you in your throat! Another rapper say Im on my way To get the fucking hat and coat, and hit the motherfucking door! You cant stop me! how then? Just watch me, watch me! Aint gonna be no calling congress! You cant drop me, you cant block me, who stop me? Its outside You shouldve known better! Is it cause I flow better? they kept me in the shade But now Im back motherfuckers, The nigga with the cannon for the two Swinging with the braids! Chorus:
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