What's Your Alias? (feat. Fiend, Mac & Silkk the Shocker) - Mystikal

(CHORUS:(Repeat twice)) (Mac) Now when I step on the set They say he did that Pull up in the six hundred stretch They say he did that Presidential wit the baggates They say he dad that He did that, (no limit) He did that. (Mac) I got a house with a pool in the back And every girl I used to know she tryin' to do it wit Mac And even the ones with them big ol' butts They become sluts when a nigga ball Feelin' small cause my middle finger at y'all Can I ball?, let me take y'all niggas back in '96 When I was two seconds from robbing niggas for they shit Bustin' niggas in they shit Privileges from me and my niggas, Til this day ain't nobody seein' my niggas. There was a line between the real and the fake But it's gotten thinner, everybody's a pretender Even people I'm kind ta', Bitches in my hood yellin', "Where them dollars at?" "Bitch get's yours!" is what I holler back, cause I'ma mack Hey, yo Mr Big Paper, you wanna get wit that, don't you? You ol' dog, always take the girls how much I called you How I be jockin you, But you don't be telling them hoes how I be knocking you Get in them pants and give it to my naggas to (CHORUS:(Repeat twice)) Now when I step on the set They say he did that Pull up in the six hundred stretch They say he did that Presidential wit them baggetes They say he did that He did that, (no limit) He did that (Silkk the Shocker) When I roll up in the stretch, They be like "He did that" You know there's money involved, we gotta flip that Tell whodi in the back, I'm tryin' to get that I'm tryin' to do something to see if she's wit that So won't you wobble wobble And watch her shake it shake it Then drop it drop it, then break it break it Then I whisper in her ear and tell her what I'm trying to do Cause I'm a thug girl, even though chicks might find me cute Fate, I doubt that, me and my soldiers about that We cock locks and drop the top and hop up out that Catch me ridin' up in a 4 door Bentley This chrome look good on 19 but even better on 20's Tattooed up, this is my click and we a bunch of fools Boy ya'll gone floss with your lil' jewels, We make y'all put y'all jewels up(bling bling) Lil' Tigger we gon bent that Them call for small for me and my dogs Them boys goin' to stretch that. (CHORUS:(Repeat twice)) Now when he steps on the six They say he did that Pull up in the six hundred stretch They say he did that Presidential wit them baggets They say he did that He did that, (no limit) He did that

(Silkk The Shocker) You can tell I'm A Soldier You, you, you, you can tell I'm a soldier (4X) All I wanted to be was a soldier, bitch! And If you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?! 1st Verse: (Silkk The Shocker & Master P) (Silkk The Shocker) See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I M-I- to the T Yeah, I'm Silkk the SHOCKER! And yeah, that's me Tank dog all I wanna be, nigga I told ya Tat on my back, is that of a no limit soldier About face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs Y'all scared to bust, niggas duck, cuz we ain't sure So don't flip me, cuz you'll end up empty And then I'll reload And reload, and reload, and reload, and load Whole barrel explode! Nigga I'm T-R-U, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game Mention me to my enemies, they takin' the pain Now you can do what you wanna But y'all don't wanna start Fuck, these No Limit soldiers Cuz y'all don't wanna go to war! (Master P) No Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues Tattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed Colonel, nigga becoming the ghetto E.F. Hutton Holler ungh! And every fuckin' soldier start stuntin' Nigga just robbin' and niggas they ridin' Dressed and robbin' on the side, Niggas just Bout It, Rowdy Niggas better show me that them muthafuckas still gettin' rowdy I cut wit G's nigga March playas, step wit me killas Come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies! Chorus: (Silkk The Shocker) I'm a N-O- nigga L-I M-I-T soldier (2X) 2nd Verse: (Fiend & Lil' Gotti Gambino) (Fiend) All my rivals remember me, Fiend The one that call the shottie Blastin' the mafi, there them niggas that wanna rob me Givin' you hobbies Gettin' slugs at your own body For my piece, or Sugar Hill, I'm New Orleans like Lolli I'm fearin' no man, as long as I'm stompin' in these Broganes There's no playin', soon as this army stop, ya' got no hands Damn! Ready for war, and keep the weed lighted If they ain't indicted still, blast it, Fiend the insighted prophet (C-Murder) I'm a No Limit soldier, nigga, it's in my blood I started rappin', so I wouldn't have to sell drugs We Bout It! Muthafuckas representin' them killas TRU tatted on my back cuz I make moves wit thug niggas You don't wanna go to war, cuz I'ma bring the brigade Ask the colonel, we rowdy nigga tryin' to get paid Affiliated with game, totin' thangs that pain On the corners we hang, and we slangin' the pain! Chorus 3rd Verse: (Mystikal, Mac) (Mystikal) A helluva, helluva nigga right chea You can take that and fear it! I'm a cold blooded killa comrade And a highly decorated lieutenant I'm up on the front line, you all the way to the rear But ya still gettin' injured NIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?! And when we reach a hundred million cartridges We ain't finished Bitch shoot yoself in the head, if you can't take it Cuz we gonna represent it! If I said it, I meant it! If I told ya', I showed ya'! I'll break y'all, outrank y'all, I'LL MAKE YA' BORN TO BE A SOLDIER! (Mac) Whoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it's real Shell-Shock turn your neighborhood block into the battle field Nigga, soldier rag still on my eye, no lie I'm camoflauged, I never die, I live longer than them white guys We tattooed, I done gone cashews, ain't no turnin' back Nigga won't be burnin' Mac, uh, I got the thirty gat And it get trifer, but I'm a lifer A camoflauge sniper, from the rooftop I might ignite ya Chorus 4th Verse: (Lil' Gotti Gambino, Skull Dugrey) (Lil' Gotti Gambino) Gotti I told ya', I'm a muthafuckin' soldier Forty calibers and doja, what keep makin holes Nationwide exposure, for me and my brethren For Fiend to bust'em, leavin' my enemies bleedin' Being a soldier many fourteens, I be needin' A No Limit soldier, till the day of my leave (Skull Dugrey) I been a No Limit soldier since 1994 Them niggas know one thing, that Skull broked in the door They watched me in Waco, as I bring the flow What you sayin', hanh you nigga? You bitch? Yeah, you hoe! You know one thing you can't be fuckin' round wit these niggas Niggas out the tank, straight spittin' on you niggas You nigga! You think, you gonna get away Slammin' jive bitches like you, dead in the pavement! Chorus 5th Verse: (Big Ed, Mia X) (Big Ed) Nigga make some room! Nigga, Back up, back up Forget that thing out the trunk, and act up, act up Got my tank dogs steppin' camoflauge fatigues I represent like a loaded weapon, paper bought wit P When I get that thing, everybody look down and round and round Got the M-1 spittin' fire, bring yo' set to the ground Got the C-4 explosives in the black backpack Big Ed be puttin' down like that! (Mia X) We come strapped in we roll thick We represent that TRU click Playa Haters, yeah we know who you are Make infrared shine on your head like the North Star Bomb shit, boss bitch, mama set it off Let it be known cowards you don't wanna go to war The hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga Swallow yo' shit like a fuckin' Anaconda nigga So, bring it, bring it on, how you wanna do it, what? Cuz next to other's knees, I cover fuckin' dust Anten-Hut nah, take it to the battle field Shoppers gon run, while we kick our enemies doors I ask the lord, they don't want no more? Mama, drama, told ya' No Limit done took over Chorus (Silkk) I thought I told ya Pass the doja GAME OVER!

Where the real niggas at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Where the real bitches at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Where the real niggas at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Where the real bitches at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Where the real niggas at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there Nigga, I'm the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer M Y S T I-kal it's the man right chea I ain't the '90 through the '94 Buffallo Bills I ain't Dennis Rodman's hair and I ain't Holyfield's ear I ain't that damn man you see standin' at the Apollo I ain't that 298 dollar 60 cent check from McDonald's Bitch I'm the line through the T and the dot on the I I'm the motherfuckin' crocodile tears when you cry I'm the lightning in bad weather I'm that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresser I ain't no ho, I ain't no punk, I ain't no bitch, I ain't no fag I ain't no sucker, I ain't no trick, I ain't no snitch, I ain't no rat I'm that 20, 000 dollar a pop every stop when I'm tourin' I'm that fire, on that last verse of Make 'em say uhh I ain't that same ol' same ordinary, everyday rapper Bitch, I killed Kenny, so I guess I'm that bastard Where the hot boys at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there Where the hot girls at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there Where the hot boys at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there Where the hot girls at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there, over there, over there I'm the bitch that say bring it on if you want to From the city where we known, baby, for what we goin' do I'm the lady alligator who's the calm in that water I'm the migrane in your head bumping harder and harder I'm the floss hard hoe nigga that cocks the squat Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot I'm the index finger on the trigger, don't move Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin' make the news If I catch you in the club and you start to trippin' I'm the fifty brass knuckles that's goin' hit your chin All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap I'm the loud hard, on the rat trap I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed I'm the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal I'm the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva I'm the lady on report card day, I'm Mama Mia Where the real niggas at Where they at, where they at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there Where the real bitches at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there Where they at, where they at I'm the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya I'm the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher I'm the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at I'm the nigga with the six hundred everybody's tryin' to holler at I be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your ass I be the reason why you didn't pass, the reason why you cut class I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya I be the nigga that put the wood in your fiancée The reason why she didn't marry ya I be the nigga that trying to keep 'round, and hang around your sister I be the nigga they call Silkk 'The Shocker', you might call me mister Now I got a drop top, I'm a ghetto wise guy Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone Answer wrong, 'coz I'm the little brother of the last don Can't mix, flip shit, loose licks ain't shift Plus I gotta pair of seamans shoes, can I make fit, your a fake bitch Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I don't miss Now I'm that razor that cuts the dope, it ain't nothin but a 504 Member the one they call Vito, yeah, that's me Where the hot boys at Where they at, where they at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there Where the hot girls at Where they at, where they at Right chea, right chea Over there, over there I'm the enemy behind, so watch your back When the live brown hit the chamber, I'm the click clack When you run, I'm the danger, I'm the smack and the pimp slap I'm the shit that bubble up when you cook that crack The nigga that fucked up the party when I pull my strap The nigga that fucked all the hoes I'll be trying to mack I was scarface, sniffing with his nose in coke The nigga that taught your little brother how to cook that dope The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat I'm the hustlin' ass nigga with the watches and the cold Where the real niggas at Where they at, where they at Where the real bitches at Where they at, where they at Where the hot boys at Where they at, where they at Where the hot girls at Where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at Where the hot boys at Where the hot girls at I'm the balls on your cell, I'm the fire down in hell I'm the ice cream bells, I'm the gas you pump at shell Nigga, I'm the wheels on the tank I'm the million dollars that you want from the bank I'm a diamond on a ring, I'm your brains when you think I'm your bartender when you drink, I'm OJ without the shank Nigga, I'm the M in fuckin' mob I'm the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shob I'm the super in dome, I'm the C in chrome I'm the hurricane that knock down your motherfucking home I'm the K in killer, I'm the D in drug dealer I'm the G in gangsta nigga, I'm the realest nigga That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street I'm the gold on your teeth, I'm the Nike's on your feet I'm the nigga that moan when he rap I'm the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps I'm the nigga with these rhymes, I'm the last don And I'm a end this motherfucker 'coz it ain't no more time

Whaaa, wassup nigga? This for my niggas in them big trucks This for all my niggas in them SUV's, you heard me? This for my big truck drivers, look nigga blow yo' big truck horn You still could see me in my big truck boy Smilin' like a lil' kid when I sped the corner with my brand new toy I got a bark in they call, talkin' 'bout They wishin' I'd would've came out the garage But, I guess that's too bad 'Cause your truck used to be the shit until they saw my pad Strobe lights flash, solar baric, boom boom Big feet ten runnin' while they, vroom vroom Another SUV can't do nothin' wit' me I'm 23's so 22's ain't fuckin' with me Car so big it make it hard to turn the wheel I can't watch the TV's from the sturrin' wheel Shit, plush stronger than the buckskin' ceilin' Chocolate tan interior really big truck grill Yeah, that's how you do that there Got bling and bass, everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray Dark lights with brights, the dark windows With the pistols in the hot spots fuckin' well right So when you bitches try to act hype I get the gat get the gat 'cause niggas don't fight When you get to Ruben 2, then make a right at the light And you might catch my rims will-millin' 'round night light I played a Jag' 'round rags And now excursion and escalade 'round upscale The Range Rover's don't even get gools 'Til it's time for rhythm city or either house of blues My niggas wit' me at your seat to pick my friends up My brother 'Rice in a mother-fucking Benz' truck Fresh light don't need no buffin' Just call a homie where I'm at, west coast custom Put it on a trailer and ain't no rushin' 'Cause when I get it back y'all 'round can't touch it I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray Ain't no slack in my Mack, rollin' slow the windows down They recognize me so you know how they act Cuttin' up, fallin' out, tryin' to flirt and get nasty Raisin' shirt, showin' titties, talkin' 'bout autohgraphs I try my best to keep my fans happy I sign my name I grab the nipple they pull off and start laughin' Then it's back through the hood, tryin' to find somethin' good And after that I'm on my way back to good I knew that I'm on course at all time And I love grindin' like alcoholics love sweet creamy and wine 2002 and you dodgin' me now Big truck gonna come up ain't no holdin' us down Grab eyes, turn heads, stop traffic My black big truck half match my big truck jacket Do shows and get paid when I travel stay busy it be gone Now this a big truck driver I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm a big truck driver, I'm a big truck driver This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray