“Make Em Say Uhh!” Verse V: Mystikal

A’ight
I’m that nigga that rappers look up to when they won’t know how to do it
You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker with the braids in his hair
Usin limos on Tchoupitoulas

All right!

I am that African-American male who other hip-hop artists idolize

When they are still honing their craft.

You could be like me, a small, slender Oedipus with his hair braided

Being driven in limousines on Tchoupitoulas Street in New Orleans.

I done paid my dues, but still played the blues
Nigga, play me like you was scared to lose
I’m still a fool, you ain’t heard the news
I was a No Limit nigga, makin major moves

I have already paid my dues, though I have also had my sadder days.

African-American male, toy with me as if you were frightened of losing.

I remain a fool—have you not been apprised of the newest developments?

I was a No Limit Records member, improving my financial situation.

I won’t stop now, bitch, I can’t stop
You can’t stop me, so bitch don’t try, we
We TRU soldiers, we don’t die
We keep rollin, na nah-nah-nah-nah

I will not stop now, you fishwife—I cannot stop!

Also, you cannot stop me, so do not try, you ogress. We,

We are The Real Untouchables soldiers, we do not die!

We will only keep advancing: na nah-nah-nah-nah.

All aboard, bitch, it’s like a choir inside
The group goin, “Hallelujah!”
Niggas goin to war, got to, fightin and shootin inside rumors
Bitches be sayin he there, we there, beware!
C there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mamma there, P there

All aboard, harpy! It is like a choir within. The singers sing, “Allelujah!”

African-American males are going to war—they must!

They are fighting and shooting handguns as if at unkind rumors.

Tramps have been saying, “He is there. We are there. Therefore, beware!”

Corey “C-Murder” Miller is there! Vyshonn King “Silkk the Shocker” Miller is there!

Ricky “Fiend” Jones is there! Mia “X” Young is there!

And Percy Robert “Master P” Miller is there!

 Ain’t no salary cap on top of my dollars
I roll with nothin but them No Limit riders
I gets down, nigga, I hold my tank up high
Watch how many bitches get wild, na-nah na-nah

There is no limit to my salary. I have so much money!

I do not associate with anyone but No Limit Records artists.

I do certain activities generally, African-American male.

For example, I hold my No Limit Records emblem up high.

When I do so, watch how many strumpets go berserk, na-nah na-nah!