Y’all Ain’t Ready Yet lyrics

by

Mystikal


[Intro: Precise]
Man, them n*ggas can't f*ck with you, man, f*ck them n*ggas man!

[Intro: Mystikal]
I know, I, I, I know
I know y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with me cause I can't
f*ck with my damn self
I know, I know y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with me I
I know y'all n*ggas...
Ugh, god-damn it took a n*gga
Thirteen motherf*cking years through this sh*t
Bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some f*cking where
I know y'all n*ggas I know y'all n*ggas I know y'all n*ggas
Aw sh*t, it's on n*gga

[Hook]
I'm still not that n*gga to f*ck with buster, bad for your ho health
I know y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with me cause I can't f*ck with my damn self
When Mystikal hits the door

[Verse 1]
See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do
I know y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with me and they can't but they try to
Some n*ggas just need to be warned
It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own
n*gga go ring the alarm
Matter fact better know what it take
For the back of your head to hit that grass
Let' s get this straight from the jump
I ain't playing with your b*tch ass
These outside n*ggas that run to the mic better come clean
f*ckin with that Saudi Arabian
Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring
I'm runnin these n*ggas to the jets
To the hills, to the back of the tracks
A-a-ask them hoes, did I do that?
I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches
I'm the man with single and double and triple
And four five six time them b*tches
I'm the n*gga with the go head, f*ckin' your b*tch up in your bed
Standin' 5 foot 'leven di*k crooked like a roach leg
Much bone and I don't fail a test
Little n*gga f*ck hoes both sides of the river
I can't be f*cked with, you can't touch this better grab hold
b*tch I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year-old north pole!
Give a f*ck about these raggly ass hoes
Grippin' my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds
Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All
I'm harder than a n*gga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws!
But if ya catch me on the TV, or the radio spell it
M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y'all ain't ready though!
[Hook]

[Interlude: Precise]
So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?

[Verse 2]
I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear
See y'all can stop lookin at another n*gga
Face cause b*tch the man right here
You n*gga didn't think that I could swing mine
b*tch I'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain't lying)
Talking behind my back don't make me no nevermind
Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein
I'm fire like Cayenne!
You'll never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena
Gimme the chance I'll rock the Lakefront Arena
Like Teena Marie be rockin' Tipitina's (damn Gina)
Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner
It's all in the way I lay my game down
Watch me swing with the Guillotine, rollin' round n*ggatown
But everybody think these n*ggas be wantin' me
To prove that I'm the man
f*ck I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan
I got no love for no b-i-e-otch
Matter fact's been that way since I was wearin' osh kosh b'gosh
But yet y'all steadily trying to squab bout me
When I come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk about me
Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do
Matter fact I'm a tell you mother f*ckers three things I'm a never do
One : never gonna change my style
Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow
I'm gettin' tired of being sick and tired
n*gga you got a problem with me gettin' high
Suck big di*k and die
Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade
The tan shade man with the braids
b*tches peep as I creep through the 12th ward
I done offended these n*ggas compare me
To n*ggas that gotta practice looking hard
b*tch-a won't leave me alone
But I'm not that Thug and I'm not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone
Black prince of the south that's my title
b*tch I'm whoo chka ckha ow! bad like Michael
I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow
Whoo, there they go y'all n*ggas ain't ready yo
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
b*tch I pimp hoes instead of an army petty sh*t it don't harm me
b*tch I'm entertaining like Cedric and I'm mac like Bernie
I'm black like Menace and I'm g like Slimm
I'm Sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim
I can click just like the boot camp but I'm conscious like daughter
b*tch I'm insane but um, you still be wantin'
To claim that I'm your partner
I'm Down just like Bust plus I'm Ice just like Mike
And I'm the living lyrical miracle I'm just ice like Precise
I'm the invisible man you blind you can't see sh*t
You mad cause I got more b*tches on my di*k than b*tches at Freaknik
I'm rougher than a Brillo, I'm soothing like Mylanta
And I'm kickin' like Brando, and I'm swingin' like Evander
Technics that'll speak, be sweet like my Auntie Alberta
Who got the nerve to f*ck with the murderer
Better not be no busta
Kickin' it with them Uptown, levee-born hustlers
Ain't no slack in my stack, ain't no lack in my mack
I'ma put you on yo back cause you'se a rat
I'm no pus*ycat
I pack enough di*k to make you scream Hallelujah
Runnin' these b*tches from Tchoupitoulas through Pascagoula to Chattanooga
I'm the n*gga gon' rock "Streamline" like Lalapalooza
You think you gon' take me, but f*ck that
b*tch, I'm out that Boot Camp Click
I got my rifle and my rucksack
Never ever [??] could touch this lil n*gga
Cise, break it down
Dave, play that f*ckin' guitar
I run wit' the best and I'm willin' to bet that
He done dropped that album on that ass
But, y'all n*ggas ain't ready yet
[Hook]
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