Whats Your Alias Lyrics by Mystikal

Whats Your Alias Lyrics

    [fiend] a tell me what's your name?
    [mystikal] mc mystikal
    [fiend] what's your alias?
    [mystikal] i'm the prince of the south
    [fiend] what's your thing?
    [mystikal] i ain't playing with your bitch ass
    [fiend] so boy what'd you say?
    [mystikal] here i go here i go

    [mystikal]
    Bitch i'll backslap or backstab after that kidnap a whack rap
    Bring it louder if you coming to rap
    Your arms to short your legs to small
    I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog
    Break it in two and tru so do
    By myself i can take you and you and you and you
    Straight forward like kerri kittles
    Nigga's head bob very little
    Gooder than a whole hand full of skittles
    Evil with feedback when i turn on the mic
    I'm the spritz that has to "chsssss" when you open your sprite
    No fight no war no brawl y'all ain't ready
    When they see me their eyes get big arms get sweaty

    [mystikal]
    Enough to go around you know exactly how it go down
    In house uptown big boys throw down
    Out of control ballers from bagwood back to new orleans
    If it'll make ya feel good that's what you can call it

    [mystikal] what's your name!?
    [mac] mac the don, motherfucker
    [mystikal] what's your alias?
    [mac] shell shocked nigga
    [mystikal] what's your thing?
    [mac] murder murder murder murder
    [mystikal] nigga what'd you say?
    [mac] wooooaaaaah

    [mac] who rocks it?
    I play the plug you play the socket
    Y'all got your pieces nicked lets cock it
    Now how i get your open knock and lock it
    Y'all niggas fail so now y'all trying to jock it
    My formula's trill (watch it watch it)
    These fake ass niggas are blocking
    With niggas with them ill times are rocking
    He lifts and cocked it
    Suckers are toxic
    I'm all about what's falling in my pocket
    I'll be the one they wanna share that cock with
    Your just that nigga that they wanna shock with
    You never hit it told your niggaz you did it
    You probably ate it
    Laid back and masturbated
    Take them fake wood strips off the side of you ride
    Cause real niggas keep their war on the inside that's money with pride
    Shell shock niggas
    We on the block niggas
    Fiend cocked in 98
    We bought more figures and triggers
    We be murder murder too
    So have my money or have my shit
    And oh tell your little sister to stay up off my dick!

    [mystikal] what's your name!?
    [fiend] capitol f-i-e-n-d
    [mystikal] what's your alias?
    [fiend] i'm mr. get it on jones
    [mystikal] what's your thing?
    [fiend] i'm the one that call the shotti
    [mystikal] what'd you say?
    [fiend] whomp whomp! whomp whomp whomp!

    [fiend] i'm the decided private miscontorting to fire on me
    Bringing you extra clips and jeans favorite style's sareen
    Mr. get it on jones
    I noticed i didn't drop the phone
    If it's on then it's on
    Mister stay loaded up the zone
    I stay rolling on some chrome
    Mr. bad ass nigga
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    My verbal class can kill ya
    I'm a mad man killer
    Warning no hommie can turn ya to thugs and drug dealers
    So what the fuck up nigga
    Expect me to be discrete
    Well you bitches beneath me like athletes feet
    Ya have ????? can't beat a handicapped
    As for me i mastered the art of mc
    It was all before bc
    Wanna see me?
    Close your eyes and hold your breath
    That whore pushing that store
    Cutting on over to quicker death
    Bet you niggas are set for ghettos soon to be junk
    Got lyrical ???? up
    I'm mr. war war

    [mystikal] what's your name?
    [silkk] silkk the shocker!
    [mystikal] what's your alias?
    [silkk] mister!
    [mystikal] what's your thing?
    [silkk] i'm a made man nigga!
    [mystikal] nigga what'd you say?
    [silkk] aaaaaahhhhhh!

    [silkk] (mister!) mister hang with real thugs
    Mister's real blood
    Mister don't shoot blanks
    Mister shoot real slugs
    I never feel shit except from the ghetto
    And i don't feel love
    Nigga i'm out there pissed without this nook
    I see a club
    Nigga what?
    Mister hit your block
    Mister hit your spot
    Mister you better duck the fuck down or mister's getting shot
    Come on come with me
    Come and get me
    I'm gonna find you some hurting
    I drop flies that hurt the same time i hit the horn street man tries to hurt
    Me
    Let me negotiate my contract on the beach he got me some ends
    Look turned 19 look nigga i got me a benz
    You know me see that nigga gonna flock with the rocks in his hands
    He ain't worth a cop just to block his rocks and then ran
    I check my flow last year only got better
    So cold now if it's hot i can still rock leather
    Mister ain't no l-i-m-i- to the t
    (that's mac that's fiend, mystikal your silkk the shocker) yeah that's me!

    [silkk] what's your name?
    [mystikal] mc mystikal
    [silkk] what's your alias?
    [mystikal] i'm the prince of the south
    [silkk] what's your thing?
    [mystikal] i ain't playing with your bitch ass
    [silkk] what'd you say?
    [mystikal] the mans right here

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