[yella]
You fake cheerleadinÂ’ bitch! you want a nigga like me to beware, ha?
IÂ’ma show you some spokes right now, you bitch you

[tec-9]
Take them braids out his head yella

[chorus-yella & tec-9]

IÂ’ma drag him from tha river dump his body in chuckÂ’s yard
LeavinÂ’ a note around his neck readinÂ’ bad ass yella boy
Oooooh he wants some? ainÂ’t that cold?
You a hoe mystikal
You a hoe mystikal
See IÂ’m from the 3 and I donÂ’t give a fuck
And I know you thought I wouldnÂ’t be back but you canÂ’t keep me down
DonÂ’t forget about the u and the cash money clowns

[1st verse-yella]
IÂ’m from the 3 and I donÂ’t give a fuck, for the record
Once again itÂ’s mystikal with the chuckÂ’s
IÂ’m back up on the scene with the 2 like a viper
Get in so much war I think I straighter than a sniper
Mystikal you bitch, are you ready for the drama?
Told your hoe ass people hoe donÂ’t run IÂ’ll kill mama
If I catch ya wit your draws down iÂ’ma do ya
Once upon a time I up the roof and gimme the cruiser


[2nd verse-yella]

I be the jack of all trades donÂ’t make me splizit, your fuckinÂ’ head
The queen I mean the king , I mean he learned many trades
CominÂ’ to getÂ’cha round the pen, ready to unwrap your braids
Gay blade, now whatÂ’cha wanna do? my nuts you can chew
Because they told me you wanted to battle
Told em you better scaddattle
You ainÂ’t bout no b-1 doctor show, donÂ’t make me bust you up
Braids thatÂ’ll fly up from the roundhouse socks, that roll-o
Now go in my shirt you hoe, blunts up in my polo


[3rd verse-yella]

Stop playinÂ’ with me, stop playinÂ’ with me bitch, stop playinÂ’ with me
IÂ’m like the b.g.Â’z IÂ’m gat totinÂ’
By this time itÂ’s the bulldog barrel smokinÂ’
I hope they catch and chop ya down, tear ya ass apart
Thrash all the swine touch down your brains on the ground
I gots the gat spell it backwards,
ThatÂ’s what I do up on that ass ya bitch IÂ’m not an actor
IÂ’m cominÂ’ dumpinÂ’ on ya fake punk wannabe
I warned ya too many times to watch the bloody tragedy
I got the diamonds to the bauds, twinkle up your golds
Now spin the bin, in the turtleneck polo cuz I donÂ’t care
Fuck what you sayinÂ’ about beware
IÂ’m tired of tellinÂ’ you that IÂ’m a donkey nigga,
Stop playinÂ’


[4th verse-yella]

IÂ’m in the front room, in the whirlaround, the brown table
Are you able? capable? all of a sudden, um...
I had to pop em, I had to pop em
I top em all and respect is what I need
Hollow tips in the clips just to make your ass bleed
IÂ’ma drop this pussy with the braids off see
IÂ’ma dump his body in chuckÂ’s yard, unlv
I told this mr. cheerleader not to fuck with me
I told ya to keep my fuckinÂ’ name out ya fuckinÂ’ mouth
You didnÂ’t do it now itÂ’s time to take your ass out


[5th verse-yella]

I gets lowdown and dirty with the dirty 30
Because IÂ’m in your neighborhood plus my nose dirty
IÂ’m into chuckÂ’s house, deliverinÂ’ the bad luck
As I spin the bin with speed, itÂ’s too late to duck
IÂ’m like jim harbaugh, puffinÂ’ on a hot marlboro
IÂ’m strictly with that asshole and cominÂ’ to down ya far
Why did I ask would I please leave ya alone ya see?
I caught my enemies slippinÂ’ gettinÂ’ groceries
I waits behind the mailbox like an old drunkard,
As archie bunker, comfortable? you bitch you
You see I walk by, I ride by, I drive by too
I gotÂ’s to hang a 45 and a ap-9 too

(4x)