Watch Ya Mouth lyrics

by

Prince


[Intro: Makaveli]
I heard some sh*t, Yo this, I heard this n*gga dissed you?
Uhhh 'sup n*gga, just talkin' a whole buncha sh*t
Let this be my motherf*ckin' reply to that little b*tch [?]
(Make sure you bring it 'Pac)
Around the way type sh*t
(Ayy yo 'Pac do that sh*t Westside style)
All them little hidden words in your raps
All them mixtapes y'all droppin'
Make sure you bring it
Trying to get with me
Bring it live n*gga worldwide feel it!
(Don't forget to talk)

[Verse 1]
You heard it wrong n*gga
Ain't nothing sweet about my techniques
You checking for my breathless quotes I wrote deadly
My history so thoroughly involves destruction
n*ggas left with they ass bleeding, lyrical f*cking (Woah)
Open up, first to bust, let me see your heart
Turn the lights down 'cause I might clown in the dark
When I check for the Heartz of Men what do we find?
n*ggas watching for my pockets, planning plots on mine
Am I blind
Let my rhymes speak for me in history
A legend you define me
Don Makaveli b*tch bow down to Death Row
f*ck what you say we untouchable
Now that we done shook Doc Dre
He ain't made a beat in six years, swear he the sh*t
Won't get no record sales sucking Nas di*k
Let me get my preach on, n*gga drop the beat, I get my freak on
The wrong one for you to speak on
Mothaf*cka watch your mouth
[Hook]
Come on, come on
Live like this n*gga
Come on, come on
Silly n*gga
Watch ya mouth
Stick and move
Stick and move
Bring the muthaf*ckin' hands
Bring the heat
Bring the funk
Ayy yo 'Pac swing on that trick n*gga
Let's do it

[Verse 2]
Look I heard Nas got beef 'cause I'm dissing his clique
Cool (Skinny n*gga) come bring your ass n*gga you can get dissed
I'm worldwide steady war rapping
Get your cash on n*gga, five times platinum (How many you sold?)
What's that
De-La got a problem with this hard sh*t
Ever since "Me Myself and I" y'all been garbage
(You know I'm tellin' the truth)
I'ma keep it real, show you how it feels to ride
Y'all went three feet and stopped rising (I ain't seen sh*t)
Wendy Williams is a fat b*tch, that's the truth
I got a jar full of n*ggas nuts *slurp, slurp*, that's for you
Let the Westside-Eastside drama cease
I'll come along to your own streets, Outlaw
Prepare for panic when I unleash
n*ggas is lucky if they leave here in one piece
(Watch your muthaf*ckin')
Cream Puff never had no heart to start
So how the hell Biggie Smalls get the part
Watch your mouth
[Hook]
Don Makaveli
Stick and move
Stick and move
Killuminati style, n*gga
Keep your muthaf*ckin' hands up
Killuminati style
Yea, we gonna do this for a while
I got a lot of sh*t
You know how we do it
Killuminati
Let's do this n*gga

[Verse 3]
What I bring to you is hardcore
The very essence of my poetry
Dyslexic so you backward ass n*ggas will know it's me
The only G to bleed for the sh*t I bring
And swing hard on mothaf*ckas that's my thing
Vocally I'm pure so you O.D. tryna throw me
Don't get your life took trying to run with your homies
Y'all know me, same n*gga so quick to blast
On this worldwide mash trying to get some cash
Holla, my name and the game will follow
Wait, and I'll murder these snakes tomorrow
Bunch of washed-up jealous-ass punks though
Quit bullsh*tting 'Pac, flip the funk mode
Makaveli rise, all you n*ggas die when I come
I'll do some fly sh*t and be done
They say 'Pac ain't got love for the Eastside
You's a lying mothaf*cka, n*gga we ride
Watch your mouth
[Outro]
Love that sh*t! I love that thug sh*t!
I wrote this for my n*ggas on the Eastside
(I love that thug sh*t)
I wrote this for my n*ggas on the Westside
(How I love that thug sh*t)
I wrote this for my n*ggas on the Eastside
(Put your hands on it)
I wrote this for my n*ggas on the Westside
(Hands on ya heat)
All my n*ggas in the north run, run with me
(All the n*ggas in the streets)
All my n*ggas in the north run, run with me
(Hands on ya heat)
For my n*ggas down south, now get with me
For my n*ggas down south, now get with me
For my n*ggas on the Eastside, Eastside
(Fly, fly b*tches, out there)
For my n*ggas on the Westside, Westside
(Fly, fly b*tches)
For my n*ggas up north of course
(Fly, fly b*tches)
For my n*ggas up north of course
(Fly if you out there)
For my n*ggas down south no doubt
(If you out there)
For my n*ggas down south no doubt
(The b*tches is bomb)
For my n*ggas on the Eastside, Eastside
(Fly n*ggas, fly n*ggas)
For my n*ggas on the Westside, Westside
(Fly n*ggas, getting by)
For my n*ggas up north of course
(Fly b*tches, fly b*tches)
For my n*ggas up north of course
(Fly and getting high)
For my n*ggas down south no doubt
For my n*ggas down south no doubt
Come on
My dream is to see real n*ggas and real b*tches
Get to together and have real kids and have a real
Life and get real money
Come on, uh
My problem: Fake n*ggas always
Tryin' to interrupt the conversation
Come on, uh
The solution: Multiple guns, ammunition
Come on, yeah
And game type mobsters
What you'll find, always rough, rugged, and raw
Come on, yea
Outlaw, Westside, Death Row, Thug Life
Dre can't f*ck with this, uh
Yea, you know my trial
To live and die In L.A
To live in and die in L.A
They say Dre can't f*ck with this, heyyeyeyeyeye
Uh, Dre can't f*ck with this, heyeheye
Hahahahahahaa
Yeah n*gga, the prodigal son
Ya this might have been your muthaf*ckin' record label
When you was here, n*gga
When you see where you at, and you see where the f*ck I'm at, n*gga
Westside, Death Row the Untouchable style, n*gga
I took your sh*t, you b*tch made n*gga
You up out of this sh*t, n*gga
You got erased n*gga
You know the muthaf*ckin' history
M.O.B. n*gga, mob-style
We don't like your trick ass
You up out of here, n*gga
By murder, or by hardcore styles
It took hardcore styles for your ass to walk
You walkin' n*gga
You don't even come out no more
'Cause you know what time it is
Don't even front muthaf*cka
You think by getting with my enemy
That will get you some love with my heart, n*gga?
f*ck YOU
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