Songtext Get it straight Mia X

Get it straight

1st Verse:A lyrical ruckus has eruptedand fucked wit' yo' manhood
When I get up and start bustinniggas just be like *ugh*get out my way, from this day on I put a dent in this shit
I know a lot of bitches thought it, but mama's endin' this shitbeen in this shit
My aim is to disfigure yo' styleand put it to sleep because the industry don't need no freaksmeanwhile, my clique is settin' up shop on yo' blockand KLC got every car, bumpin' these ignorant knocks
Fuck them cops, and the mics, bitch I know my shit's tightjust show us pain from the street, is what them niggas 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 niggas be lyin' on records?
Hoes barrin' marked hoes from D.O's to I don't know, but check itwhy y'all fakin' tha funk?
I raise my right hand trust, everything you see wit' No Limitbelongs to us, let's get straight
Chorus: MystikalLet's get it straight, you gon' know her when you see herthat's mama, the biggest mama, mama Mia(2 Times)2nd Verse:Now I'm unlady like, my verses hit yo' ears like Boo-Yah!!I wear the pants in every freestyle stance with my verbal hoo-ridedo I, ever slack up on that ass? Hell no
I threw the K well away, so it's so swell it stays sowhat you know about me is just I'm 'bout it, 'bout itand that our mob's T-R-U because they rowdy, rowdy, no doubt
Hey those beats, was meant for me like a cellmatemy brown lips fucked the piss out his 8-0-8
Drum kicks, and then they creep like TLCand hella fast with O-Down, Mo B. Dick and Craig BThe beats, by the pound, nigga, best bewarey'all ain't even comin' close to what they puttin' out there
My mama, got the drama, for any hoe, but mainly allyou Milli Vanilli hens who ain't got no pen better know
No Limit, I represent it, in a minute, to win itwith the gold and platinum finishLet's get it straight
Chorus3rd Verse:Late niggas be writin' all kinds of fucked up shitabout my family
P, Silkk, C, and my tank doggs, but we ain't even trippinpunk critics, nah, you almost cryin', we'll buy up everypublication and put you out a job, you still shy, everydaynigga think we can't?Contemplate before you come to walk against a tankI'm tellin' you one more gin', may have you where I wantbut best keep hidin' behind them pen names cuz I knowyou don't, wanna see us, because you wish, for a grantyou hit. One mo' time hoe, and yo' ass gon' meet thefish, of the M-I-Crooked letter-
Crooked letter-I
Humpback, humpback, I ain't lyin
We on a mission, wit' nothin' but ebonics comin' throughyo' system, flippin' rocks for phonics, but it's crimebecause you listenin
And you bob yo' head, better than a hooker, but yo' jealousygot you hatin' sayin' I woulda', they shoulda', they coulda what?!
We got the plat-screen property ebbin' us, but most of allwe still black owned and independent, let's get it straight!
Chorus: Both[Mystikal] Let's get it straight, you gon' know her when you see herthat's mama, the biggest mama, Mama MiaGet it straight, you gon' know her when you see herthat's mama, the baddest mama, Mama MiaGet it straight, you gon' know her when you see herthat's mama, the biggest, baddest mama, Mama MiaGet 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] I'm out this bitch!!!