Mystikal - I'm lyrics

I'M! [x8]

[Verse 1]

See I'm that nigga that's, fixin' to do my dirt under the sun

I been hustlin' since the morning become

I keep a couple of rocks under my tongue

Watch out here come the cop, might notta stand still where you chill

Run to no automobile cause it can kill

My destination can feed my home purpose

I'm vibrating' on the down low in the first place

You want me show me the money you gonna be payin'

Pop ya ass up out of the van and take these rocks up out my hand

Cause I don't trust ya and I ain't tryin'

Hold up nigga, I don't know ya gotta reach out at the same time

You want some, come get some

Tyson's on the drum and I'MMMMM!

I'M! [x16]

[Verse 2]

Ya livin', in livin' up in my people's rentin'

Windows tinted, nigga from a couple houses down

Get Skinny, bump it to last amount of spittin'

It's senseless how them dudes be smokin' that shit

Gettin' roped in that shit, jump in this shit

I got to flippin' on nigga, you want some more of that shit

Live in that click where niggas do what they gotta do

Blast em' with burnable fuck em' and watch em' fuck you

Nigga be livin' that life, playin the role of a gangsta

But them niggas ain't gangstas

Bitch you gotta be big enough to think about bein' a fuckin gangsta

Most of them niggas be comin' real

Bring it to ya blood field but that nigga got killed

That's how it be's on that rough side

The tough die, the strong die

Fuck with the wrong niggas on with the wrong chrome

Check the wrong shit, walk the wrong zone

Nigga you good as dead and gone (Problem serious)

Nigga don't hear me that's how we livin' till the saga stops

Every nigga and his mom gotta glock on my block

Niggas push rocks and dodge cops till they pissed and tired

Nigga, you livin' by the gun

Y'all need to handle y'all fuckin' business cause I'M!

I'M! [x8]

[Verse 3]

Don't sell it, Arm & Hammer got my rocks swellin'

Laws is yellin, prosecutors yellin'

I'ma glock ya spot, ya head pop like a fuckin' melon

Do my thing destiny I'm a felon

But I ain't just a young, black nigga rebellin'

Breath by breath, step by step, day by day

Playin' this game of death

My nigga remind ya of manslaughter

Niggas slangin' quarters

Georgia, Cali, to New Orleans rollin'

I'm in the pen, pumpin' that iron until I'm swole up

Grits and cheese made me bigger

Now I'm just a lil' bit harder than that next nigga

The first one up to run up

That nigga there gon' get done up

When I put that fuckin' gun up

They told ya, ya hip bone gone gone

That lil' roam don't live long, pop me to stop it

Cock block me, you bitches can't drop me

Hoes gon' still jock me

Got me now the niggas mock me

I seen Scarface twice now I'm a fuckin' carbon copy

Missing on society

And insane probably cause I'm full of animosity

I'm kind of like at all

I might huff and puff and blow ya fuckin' hat off

Tear it off, swear it off

Now get the 411 to 911 to Red Cross

My moaning make me lead

Ten steps to feel these

Got me cocked these

Swingin' like Conan

Wanted from no man with boo-koo ho fans

Talk more garbage, funk, filth, shit, trash, and lies

Rhymes so funky they draw flies

If I rock one up, shock one up

It simple enough to be did

But your shit terror rig

Change your big

Niggas be sayin big

Pass the fig, don't give me no fuckin' pig

I don't choose no swine

But eat Popeye's chicken and eat watermelon to the fuckin' rind

Feel the grip of this black chrome

That don't fuckin' rhyme, nigga get ya back broke

Fuckin' with them black folks

I'M [x5] [with DJ scratching in background]