It Yearns Lyrics
| Song | It Yearns |
| Artist | Mystikal |
| Album | Unpredictable |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mystikal | |
| Old school niggas. (IT'S YEARN!) | |
| True hip hop niggas. | |
| Ha, ha. (IT'S YEARN!) | |
| This something y'all niggas can dance to. [Verse 1] | |
| LIKE THAT! | |
| I be a black muthafucka from the 12th ward | |
| I want some bullshit niggas (?) hittin em hard | |
| I hit em with more (?) | |
| I make em run | |
| I made a lot of noise with the shit | |
| I done I give y'all a chance to roll but y'all niggas can't roll | |
| Sit your ass down, let me show you how it go | |
| I thought | |
| I showed you last time, when will you learn? | |
| Watch what you ask for, nigga, | |
| IT'S YEARN! [Verse 2] | |
| The maniac brotha's back with another dramatic track | |
| Crossin my path struck you like you a black cat | |
| Maniac, abused, used, and abused | |
| Try your luck and bring a pack for the horseshoes | |
| You got nothin to lose, it just might help you out a bit | |
| Shit, I doubt it | |
| You're better off dead, goin head to head with a nigga like | |
| M-I-K-E Your best bet's to pack your shit | |
| Calm your head, bleedin bitch | |
| Sucka tragic you'll never get none | |
| You better leave cause you only get one | |
| Chance to make a break for it | |
| Uh huh, leave now or get the pow | |
| Get the fuck out this area, | |
| I'ma have to bury ya | |
| Mo thug, I draw blood | |
| Whip that ass, leave ya face down in the mud | |
| Militant, bitch | |
| I might be | |
| But that's a risk you take when you fuck with me | |
| Headlocked, yo | |
| I dirt ya like a nacho | |
| Shit you go, bigger than | |
| G.I.Joe You ain't know? | |
| I thought you knew | |
| This time you can have it, it's for you | |
| IT'S YEARN! [X 3] [Verse 3] | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Well come away sucker fake | |
| MCs in the place | |
| There's only one | |
| Mystikal so make no mistake | |
| Comin straight in your face, sucker | |
| MCs I hate | |
| Rhymes bite you in your ass like a rattlesnake | |
| Bout your screamin no way | |
| Bitch you won't escape | |
| I'm like a boa 'strictor | |
| I kill, I suffocate | |
| Hittin harder than | |
| Hitler, no slidin, no livin, no jivin | |
| Got more niggas runnin and hiding than | |
| Batman and | |
| Robin Takin out adversaries with rhymes | |
| I wrote The sucker (?) | |
| I'm the antidote | |
| I the conductor of shive rhymes (...?....) | |
| Stretch like elastic, pure fantastic | |
| Lift off and burnin | |
| MCs like amino acid | |
| Nigga please don't try to battle, it's suicide | |
| Those who have time watch me | |
| I do survive | |
| This is only a suggestion, so ask no questions | |
| Try and digest my rhymes bitch you get indigestion | |
| Wrote this as a lesson so you will know | |
| Comin hard muthafuckas this physical | |
| Be pussy bitches in my fans | |
| I brought a dime and | |
| Understand | |
| I'm comin strong nigga harder than | |
| He-Man With these hands, nigga laying face down on the curb | |
| IT'S YEARN! [Verse 4] | |
| Some murderer got the nerve to talk about me | |
| Bitch I never heard of ya | |
| That's a shame, you got the blame cause you're blind | |
| You know my name, the | |
| M to the Y, | |
| S-T-I, the | |
| K-A-L Rebel, ya smell, ya fell, ya tell, ya sell, hotter than hell | |
| Soft as hell, | |
| I might as well | |
| SPELL! I'm a big marine, | |
| M-I-K-E, you figure weaker then me | |
| I speak uniquely, how in the fuck do you plan to beat me | |
| Ruler of hip hop, left ya shell shocked | |
| Scare the fuck out ya like | |
| Alfred Hitchcock | |
| Don't wanna be bothered (..?..) | |
| I'm a rough motherfucker from the 12th ward | |
| Never left nothin undone, breakin jaws for fun | |
| Cocky as Paul | |
| Bunyan, have ya cryin like onion | |
| Flyin low, a soldier born, ya chicken's choked | |
| Explosive, bitch | |
| I'm the one that wrote this | |
| I scream like rebel with the sword and snake | |
| Your boss come to battle, it's not your week | |
| I reverse my verse, | |
| I love to curse | |
| You won't be the first muthafucker in the back of a hearse | |
| Stomp, pop, clap, havin the last laugh | |
| Then, I step back and grin at your dumb ass | |
| Watch me burn, can't miss my turn | |
| Like, do you want it? | |
| IT'S YEARN![ X 2] |
| zuo ci : Mystikal | |
| Old school niggas. IT' S YEARN! | |
| True hip hop niggas. | |
| Ha, ha. IT' S YEARN! | |
| This something y' all niggas can dance to. Verse 1 | |
| LIKE THAT! | |
| I be a black muthafucka from the 12th ward | |
| I want some bullshit niggas ? hittin em hard | |
| I hit em with more ? | |
| I make em run | |
| I made a lot of noise with the shit | |
| I done I give y' all a chance to roll but y' all niggas can' t roll | |
| Sit your ass down, let me show you how it go | |
| I thought | |
| I showed you last time, when will you learn? | |
| Watch what you ask for, nigga, | |
| IT' S YEARN! Verse 2 | |
| The maniac brotha' s back with another dramatic track | |
| Crossin my path struck you like you a black cat | |
| Maniac, abused, used, and abused | |
| Try your luck and bring a pack for the horseshoes | |
| You got nothin to lose, it just might help you out a bit | |
| Shit, I doubt it | |
| You' re better off dead, goin head to head with a nigga like | |
| MIKE Your best bet' s to pack your shit | |
| Calm your head, bleedin bitch | |
| Sucka tragic you' ll never get none | |
| You better leave cause you only get one | |
| Chance to make a break for it | |
| Uh huh, leave now or get the pow | |
| Get the fuck out this area, | |
| I' ma have to bury ya | |
| Mo thug, I draw blood | |
| Whip that ass, leave ya face down in the mud | |
| Militant, bitch | |
| I might be | |
| But that' s a risk you take when you fuck with me | |
| Headlocked, yo | |
| I dirt ya like a nacho | |
| Shit you go, bigger than | |
| G. I. Joe You ain' t know? | |
| I thought you knew | |
| This time you can have it, it' s for you | |
| IT' S YEARN! X 3 Verse 3 | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Well come away sucker fake | |
| MCs in the place | |
| There' s only one | |
| Mystikal so make no mistake | |
| Comin straight in your face, sucker | |
| MCs I hate | |
| Rhymes bite you in your ass like a rattlesnake | |
| Bout your screamin no way | |
| Bitch you won' t escape | |
| I' m like a boa ' strictor | |
| I kill, I suffocate | |
| Hittin harder than | |
| Hitler, no slidin, no livin, no jivin | |
| Got more niggas runnin and hiding than | |
| Batman and | |
| Robin Takin out adversaries with rhymes | |
| I wrote The sucker ? | |
| I' m the antidote | |
| I the conductor of shive rhymes ...?.... | |
| Stretch like elastic, pure fantastic | |
| Lift off and burnin | |
| MCs like amino acid | |
| Nigga please don' t try to battle, it' s suicide | |
| Those who have time watch me | |
| I do survive | |
| This is only a suggestion, so ask no questions | |
| Try and digest my rhymes bitch you get indigestion | |
| Wrote this as a lesson so you will know | |
| Comin hard muthafuckas this physical | |
| Be pussy bitches in my fans | |
| I brought a dime and | |
| Understand | |
| I' m comin strong nigga harder than | |
| HeMan With these hands, nigga laying face down on the curb | |
| IT' S YEARN! Verse 4 | |
| Some murderer got the nerve to talk about me | |
| Bitch I never heard of ya | |
| That' s a shame, you got the blame cause you' re blind | |
| You know my name, the | |
| M to the Y, | |
| STI, the | |
| KAL Rebel, ya smell, ya fell, ya tell, ya sell, hotter than hell | |
| Soft as hell, | |
| I might as well | |
| SPELL! I' m a big marine, | |
| MIKE, you figure weaker then me | |
| I speak uniquely, how in the fuck do you plan to beat me | |
| Ruler of hip hop, left ya shell shocked | |
| Scare the fuck out ya like | |
| Alfred Hitchcock | |
| Don' t wanna be bothered ..?.. | |
| I' m a rough motherfucker from the 12th ward | |
| Never left nothin undone, breakin jaws for fun | |
| Cocky as Paul | |
| Bunyan, have ya cryin like onion | |
| Flyin low, a soldier born, ya chicken' s choked | |
| Explosive, bitch | |
| I' m the one that wrote this | |
| I scream like rebel with the sword and snake | |
| Your boss come to battle, it' s not your week | |
| I reverse my verse, | |
| I love to curse | |
| You won' t be the first muthafucker in the back of a hearse | |
| Stomp, pop, clap, havin the last laugh | |
| Then, I step back and grin at your dumb ass | |
| Watch me burn, can' t miss my turn | |
| Like, do you want it? | |
| IT' S YEARN! X 2 |
| zuò cí : Mystikal | |
| Old school niggas. IT' S YEARN! | |
| True hip hop niggas. | |
| Ha, ha. IT' S YEARN! | |
| This something y' all niggas can dance to. Verse 1 | |
| LIKE THAT! | |
| I be a black muthafucka from the 12th ward | |
| I want some bullshit niggas ? hittin em hard | |
| I hit em with more ? | |
| I make em run | |
| I made a lot of noise with the shit | |
| I done I give y' all a chance to roll but y' all niggas can' t roll | |
| Sit your ass down, let me show you how it go | |
| I thought | |
| I showed you last time, when will you learn? | |
| Watch what you ask for, nigga, | |
| IT' S YEARN! Verse 2 | |
| The maniac brotha' s back with another dramatic track | |
| Crossin my path struck you like you a black cat | |
| Maniac, abused, used, and abused | |
| Try your luck and bring a pack for the horseshoes | |
| You got nothin to lose, it just might help you out a bit | |
| Shit, I doubt it | |
| You' re better off dead, goin head to head with a nigga like | |
| MIKE Your best bet' s to pack your shit | |
| Calm your head, bleedin bitch | |
| Sucka tragic you' ll never get none | |
| You better leave cause you only get one | |
| Chance to make a break for it | |
| Uh huh, leave now or get the pow | |
| Get the fuck out this area, | |
| I' ma have to bury ya | |
| Mo thug, I draw blood | |
| Whip that ass, leave ya face down in the mud | |
| Militant, bitch | |
| I might be | |
| But that' s a risk you take when you fuck with me | |
| Headlocked, yo | |
| I dirt ya like a nacho | |
| Shit you go, bigger than | |
| G. I. Joe You ain' t know? | |
| I thought you knew | |
| This time you can have it, it' s for you | |
| IT' S YEARN! X 3 Verse 3 | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Well come away sucker fake | |
| MCs in the place | |
| There' s only one | |
| Mystikal so make no mistake | |
| Comin straight in your face, sucker | |
| MCs I hate | |
| Rhymes bite you in your ass like a rattlesnake | |
| Bout your screamin no way | |
| Bitch you won' t escape | |
| I' m like a boa ' strictor | |
| I kill, I suffocate | |
| Hittin harder than | |
| Hitler, no slidin, no livin, no jivin | |
| Got more niggas runnin and hiding than | |
| Batman and | |
| Robin Takin out adversaries with rhymes | |
| I wrote The sucker ? | |
| I' m the antidote | |
| I the conductor of shive rhymes ...?.... | |
| Stretch like elastic, pure fantastic | |
| Lift off and burnin | |
| MCs like amino acid | |
| Nigga please don' t try to battle, it' s suicide | |
| Those who have time watch me | |
| I do survive | |
| This is only a suggestion, so ask no questions | |
| Try and digest my rhymes bitch you get indigestion | |
| Wrote this as a lesson so you will know | |
| Comin hard muthafuckas this physical | |
| Be pussy bitches in my fans | |
| I brought a dime and | |
| Understand | |
| I' m comin strong nigga harder than | |
| HeMan With these hands, nigga laying face down on the curb | |
| IT' S YEARN! Verse 4 | |
| Some murderer got the nerve to talk about me | |
| Bitch I never heard of ya | |
| That' s a shame, you got the blame cause you' re blind | |
| You know my name, the | |
| M to the Y, | |
| STI, the | |
| KAL Rebel, ya smell, ya fell, ya tell, ya sell, hotter than hell | |
| Soft as hell, | |
| I might as well | |
| SPELL! I' m a big marine, | |
| MIKE, you figure weaker then me | |
| I speak uniquely, how in the fuck do you plan to beat me | |
| Ruler of hip hop, left ya shell shocked | |
| Scare the fuck out ya like | |
| Alfred Hitchcock | |
| Don' t wanna be bothered ..?.. | |
| I' m a rough motherfucker from the 12th ward | |
| Never left nothin undone, breakin jaws for fun | |
| Cocky as Paul | |
| Bunyan, have ya cryin like onion | |
| Flyin low, a soldier born, ya chicken' s choked | |
| Explosive, bitch | |
| I' m the one that wrote this | |
| I scream like rebel with the sword and snake | |
| Your boss come to battle, it' s not your week | |
| I reverse my verse, | |
| I love to curse | |
| You won' t be the first muthafucker in the back of a hearse | |
| Stomp, pop, clap, havin the last laugh | |
| Then, I step back and grin at your dumb ass | |
| Watch me burn, can' t miss my turn | |
| Like, do you want it? | |
| IT' S YEARN! X 2 |
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