Not That n*gga lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm not really the type of n*gga to play the gangsta
Cause you's probably coolin'
But straight off the motherf*ckin breast
I ain't comin for no foolishness
100 volts on the mic kept knowin' (?) then I'm probably chillin'
Tilt that crazy off bottle 'til I'm blitzed
Look-a here n*gga yall know that feelin'
But I ain't that type of n*gga to shoot the sh*t if you on my sh*t list
But I'm that type of n*gga that's quick to handle my business
Im makin' a run with sh*t that I've done
Im wavin' a gun at sh*t that you've brung
Make n*ggas get brung strung and hung with the slip of a tongue
I unfold a truck-load as I explode
You b*tches can't hold the side-door when I'm in my front-load
Im keepin'em (??) I'm keepin'em hype
I'm leavin'em right I'm even uptight
Holdin' the mic and say the word f*ck more times then Dolomite
I'm the n*gga that got the last words you got served
Smokin' fat herbs and gunnin' n*ggas down like black birds
With fast words, observe I'm funky like raptures
But I'm much much more then a mouth full of adverbs and bad words
Stick di*k to your lips like chop sticks
My (?) I rock with with
More paid well no fade but bout colder than a cub of Kool-Aid
It never been done before so n*gga then why try
Hittin' harder then Popeye slappin' motherf*ckers like Cha-Cha
I f*ck with a capitol "F" put (?) to death (??) crowd def
And I'ma continue to flow until I come up on my last breath
So homie raise up (OH!)
Hold these tricks up (OH!)
See I'm that n*gga that tells whether or not a n*gga stay now look here
[Hook: Mystikal & Michelle Tyler] (x8)
I'm not that n*gga
I'm not that n*gga
I'm not that n*gga to f*ck

[Verse 2]
You'll get picked off
Keep f*ckin' with a n*gga like me get hip-tossed
f*ck fightin' fair get every n*gga I know
And jump your b*tch ass like Kriss-Kross
And look at a riddle that I belittle
When I'm a jumbo now a fiddle
I jump in your eardrum and play (?Baradiddle?)
Stop wanting to ditch'em
I'm in this b*tch and comin' out rich
In case yah haven't noticed I'm 'bout a foul mouth son of a b*tch
Inch by inch as I drench
I'm a sense clench
That bullsh*t that yall n*ggas throw is equivalent to the pain of a pinch
I got the gimmick to make them b*tches bounce like DJ Jimmy
They can't get near me cause they fear me but yall don't hear me
It's like that b*tch I saw
Who hit my f*cking car
Look-a-hear, I ran that ho from Chippawa to Witchita
I'm steady for 'fessin, so n*ggas can kick this funky lesson
I'm effervescent as a fluorescent from that f*ckin' crescent
A n*gga that know how
Making them b*tches say, "Go Child"
Poppin' that pus*y and shakin' that ass just like they at a luau
So come with the pus*y the paper the pen and the pus*y now pass me the mic
Show you around jump on yo' ass just like a (???)
I shot more sh*t than Shawn Kemp but got more b*tches than a world pimp
And got more flavor than a brown shrimp
I'ma be comin' up on some sh*t that make a n*gga wanna talk some sh*t
But if you ain't brought sh*t
Then I ain't the n*gga to start sh*t with
[Hook]

You couldn't f*ck with the old but all of a sudden what make you think you can f*ck wit the new sh*t
You stuck on stupid
I ain't that n*gga to fool with
A n*gga might sprout up talkin' about what
The only way to keep my muthaf*ckin' name out your muthaf*ckin' mouth
Is keep your muthaf*ckin mouth shut
I don't step (?) fire then a gutter
I'm takin'em 10 at a time cause I ain't SCARED of you muthaf*ckers
I'm strippin'em up
I'm rippin'em up and flippin'em up
And just to continue to flow on rhymes I single and double and triple'em up
Making passes
See massive titties and pussies and asses
But got more hoes than the Bayou Classic
More vicious then BooBoo wash you up like we do
I'm blacker then Voo-Doo, harder than a raw Ramen noodle
Black like Sheep, I'm Cool like Jay in effect like Rex
I'm Grand like Pub huh, huh daddy how you?
I'm Ice like T, rock like Kim f*ck it
Spice like One but got more Enemies then the Public n*gga
I kick it at random standing and dumpin until the band come
b*tchin and pitchin a temper tandrum, to the hand drum
The bigger opponent n*gga that flow
You can't compare a n*gga like Mystikal to Skidrow or Ugly Kid Joe
But yet you steadily pickin dirt with me
You irkin' with me you j*rkin' with me now tell your b*tch to stop flirting with me
Im (?) as a man I'm strong as a fan belt, I can't melt
I know y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with me cause I can't f*ck with my damn self
I'm making em mumble as I utter
n*gga you beating me is like cuttin' a field of grass with wire cutters I
Get deeper than Lou Rawls Im breakin em off
Inatead of f*ckin' with me you faithful walk in a lion's den with pork chop drawers
I'm ready to graze and blaze pump up the gauge and pick up the pace
I'm more deadly then having safe sex, with a b*tch with AIDS
A n*gga like myself is bad for your ho health
I f*cked that b*tch one time and now that ho can't help herself
That sh*t be kicks and n*ggas be smokin' in cliques and f*ckin'em tricks
I rollin' from that Big Easy
Where the buddha B-yotch? and n*ggas they rumble, over the least mumbo-jumbo
Standing taller than Mutumbo but talkin more sh*t than Briant Gumble
That's how we do it when we kick it back on my block
It's pop or get popped
Kill or get killed
Drop or get dropped
And n*ggas be wondering why they always finding themselves in some dumb sh*t
Cause I ain't, cause I ain't, cause I ain't that n*gga to f*ck with b*tch
[Hook]