Beware

Lyrics

[Intro] (Mystikal saying "Beware" played backwards) [Verse: 1] BEWARE! The man with the braids done walked in Mild mannered like Clark Kent I'm rougher and tougher than dead shark skin This man gonna be have you flippin' like the blades of a propeller Evil like Cruella Five years later I'ma still be hard as a armadillo Roll like a eighteen wheeler Shinin' like the slipper of Cinderella And bad weather And a capella This fella Top seller Gon' be that way til' I'm old as Mandela Still gettin' better Writin' rhymes under pressure I'm the aggressor, I'm the professor I'm the nigga that keep his picture on your girlfriend's dresser Now really Tell me what you muthafuckas know about gettin' rowdy Turn your whole Sunday day cloudy Bitch, I been 'bout it Now, I kick the rest of you into HASH Bow, Grasshopper Bow, to the man [Chorus] [Verse: 2] I bet'cha, bet'cha I'm best that I'm better Letter for letter Swift as a jet or keep up with the pacesetter Sparkle like glitter, hard-hitter, hoe go-getter Side-stepping from no nigga Whenever you bitches decide you gonna get too big for your britches Leavin' you stitches Diggin' in ditches Sufferin' hickeys, cuts, scrapes, bruises, welts Don't fuck with the rhymin' black belt Watch yaself Boom! Here I go! Boom! Boom! I know Y'all niggas can't fuck with the man with two tongues, cuz that's the way I flow Cuz I can get hot like fire And you can't put it out, it's like tip-toein' on top of barbed wire For instance, persistance No resistance, stay your distance Is vital to your existance You leave it to me to show you the way out I'm never gonna play ya I'll take your old lady Even if I took my braids out [Chorus] [Verse: 3] And I'm uh, ready, and it looks like all you bitches are rusty Y'all can't buss me, don't cuss me Hit'cha, so much muthafuckin' we gone leave this bitch musty You disgust me, trust me When Mystikal hits the door You bitches be screamin' to touch me I'm the invisible man you can't see me I'm like an illusion and confusion I'm abusin', your conclusion, and contusions, from the bruises Issuin' these muthafuckas with the style that them bitches want Five-foot-eleven, screamin' and yellin' I say fuck, shit, got damn Bitch respect me like a reverend, and... Congregation say "Amen" (Amen) I come through this muthafucka swingin' like a caveman And just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun) Up jumps the shit-starter From the rafters The mornin' after Since you won't bow to the man Bow to the master! [Chorus]