Let's Get It Straight

(feat. Mystikal)
[1st Verse:]
A lyrical ruckus has erupted
And ****** wit yo manhood
When I get up and start bustin
*** ***s just be like *ugh*
Get out my way, from this day on I put a dent in this *******t
I know a lot of ****** * thought it, but mamas endin this *******t
Been in this *******t
My aim is to disfigure yo style
And put it to sleep because the industry dont need no freaks
Meanwhile, my clique is settin up shop on yo block
And KLC got every car, bumpin these ignorant knocks
****** them cops, and the mics, ** ***** I know my *******ts tight
Just show us pain from the street, is what them ******s like
No half-steppin, my hooptie is a legend, shall we talk numbers?
Pull my bankbook out, and watch these figures stun ya, run ya
Why you ******s be lyin on records?
Hoes barrin marked hoes from D.Os to I dont know, but check it
Why yall fakin tha funk?
I raise my right hand trust, everything you see wit No Limit
Belongs to us, lets get straight
[ Chorus: Mystikal]
Lets get it straight, you gon know her when you see her
Thats mama, the biggest mama, mama Mia
[x2]
[2nd Verse:]
Now Im unlady like, my verses hit yo ears like Boo-Yah!!
I wear the pants in every freestyle stance with my verbal hoo-ride
Do I, ever slack up on that ass? Hell no
I threw the K well away, so its so swell it stays so
What you know about me is just Imbout it, bout it
And that our mobs T-R-U because they rowdy, rowdy, no doubt
Hey those beats, was meant for me like a cellmate
My brown lips ****** the piss out his 8-0-8
Drum kicks, and then they creep like TLC
And hella fast with O-Down, Mo B. ****** and Craig B
The beats, by the pound , ******, best beware
Yall aint even comin close to what they puttin out there
My mama, got the drama, for any hoe, but mainly all
You Milli Vanilli hens who aint got no pen better know
No Limit, I represent it, in a minute, to win it
With the gold and platinum finish
Lets get it straight
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse :]
Late ******s be writin all kinds of ****** up *******t
About my family
P, Silkk, C, and my tank doggs, but we aint even trippin
Punk critics, nah, you almost cryin, well buy up every
Publication and put you out a job, you still shy, everyday
****** think we cant?
Contemplate before you come to walk against a tank
Im tellin you one more gin, may have you where I want
But best keep hidin behind them pen names cuz I know
You dont , wanna see us, because you wish, for a grant
You hit. One mo time hoe, and yo ass gon meet the
Fish, of the M-I-Crooked letter-Crooked letter-I
Humpback, humpback, I aint lyin
We on a mission, wit nothin but ebonics comin through
Yo system, flippin rocks for phonics, but its crime
Because you listenin
And you bob yo head, better than a hooker, but yo jealousy
Got you hatin sayin I woulda, they shoulda, they coulda what?!
We got the plat-screen property ebbin us, but most of all
We still black owned and independent, lets get it straight!
[Chorus: Both]
[Mystikal]
Lets get it straight, you gon know her when you see her
Thats mama, the biggest mama, Mama Mia
Get it straight, you gon know her when you see her
Thats mama, the baddest mama, Mama Mia
Get it straight, you gon know her when you see her
Thats mama, the biggest, baddest mama, Mama Mia
Get it straight, Get it Straight!
[Mia X] Tru...No Limit...Mama Mia...
[Mystikal] So the next time you say 'Yo Mama',
You better slow down, and think about what you doin!
[Mia X] Im out this *******!!!