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here.
I got to tell you.
I don't know how to it... but, I'm different.
You Naw, I ain't.
I'm just saying. I'm, I'm not you.
I'm not others.
It's like I've here before.
[Verse
504's the name, I don't play
MY GON BANG!
Make the 8 for the pape, the flame
like propane
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no (Blade!)
No guards, no deal, no dice, no game, no
I'm giving you bitches sumthin
Got em falling to pieces porcelain dishes
I'M DIRTY!
I get all the way to the ground, BITCH, WHAT!?
this by the pitch, by the book... I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!
I was blamed to BLOW! rebucked!
Stay here... LAY AND GET FUCKED!
Nigga, you me, out my entries
Out my entries, I can count a hundred thousand every century
Look at that, look at that, at that, GET BACK!
I get very scary the Gatlin... BITCH, WHAT'S HAPPENING!?
I rip and pop tapes
I'm so popular, they just gosta rock what I
It's time I gotta what I say!
I get surprised sumthin from round the crocodiles play
Oh, be nothin'!
I make em say, "Aw, it to me, don't be that way!"
I'm telling ya, I'm cutting ya w/ the music
I been doing this shit, I'm highly on how to use it
The objective supply the proper
Tacky or selective, effective
Narcoleptic, neglected
It just get no cooler, if I don't perfect it
niggaz couldn't pop a rubber band on my brain
Chopping and with the edge of the blade!
[Chorus:
The Blade!
(24X)
Snipes]
There are worse things out than vampires.
[N'Bushe
Like
Snipes]
me!
[Verse
I a sucka into a supper!
They suffer!
a had enough, that's why I'm coming!
ON, FUCKER!
I'm sick and of being sick and tired
They can't hide from the pain 'cause the won't stop
They don't stand a of a chance, but they try
A of my mind tell me to get em
Bloody side, it ride
when a couple hundred years go by
They still gone and I'm still gone fly
Yes, five around they necks
I run your back and come out your chest
You too fast, forgot to brace yourself
AW SHIT! Here it come, nigga, yourself!
Oh my God!
Don't worry, I'm a get ya, it don't how I put it
Let me say sumthin, let me in the telly
Let me as tall as the fellas
You would, if you could, but you git up off it
I'm the hand on the hammer, on the nail, in the
I'm marching to a different
At the head of the parade, I'm the of the blade!
[Chorus: KLC:
[KLC saying "Blade" w/ sounds till fade]
Mystikal appears courtesy of No Limit / Records, 1998.
Posted by JB