This is, Mystikal and Outkast
 I'm representin

 [Mystikal]
 I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES
 You can't stand it!
 Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami
 Handlin with my man 'nem in Atlanta
 And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin
 as I'm sayin it
 I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine,
 bitch I'm known for jammin
 Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary
 Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary
 I bust through, intrude, move through distractions
 Withstand hits and blows don't lose no traction
 I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em
 If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon
  And the get God back
 Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy
 Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy
 Run flat boy, run that boy
 Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy
 I bring flames to a four alarm fire
 I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer
 I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern band
 And they always tryin to find something to say about the brother man
 I invent em flip em and send em
 Rhymes set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over ya
 Guess what, this is a stick up
 Give me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up
 Garbage mc's better run for it
 Don't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of the yard, (?)
 And respect me for takin it to em
 So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods

 Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah
 Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha

 [Hook - Dre] X 2
 If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock
 If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock
 If you round our neck of the woods you better stop
 Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh

 [Big Boi]
 All a the heat rise to the beat wise
 To that nigga that spit that street fire
 Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire
 Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto
 You're bitch made like Dorothy
 You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa
 Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy
 But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G?
 I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken
 And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin
 Givin you somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops with
 My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this
 The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily
 Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scarin me
 But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the rest yeah
 That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH

 Yeah know that East Point never stop like that
 All the way to Decatur

 [Hook] X 2

 [Dre]
 Hey, what's your name?
 Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here
 Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun
 Reason for a gun, only one
 Strong believer in self-preservation
 Aahhhhh, OOF!
 in the State of confused
 City of forgotten fate, County of the blues
 Street address Generation X Avenue
 But Generation Y high to the point that I drink
 Runnin on a new one
 Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks
 What if I told you that even if you made clocks?
 Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds
 Then re-arrange and change things that's on your mind
 Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter?
 Would you holler that I'm live and ask another?
 Or take no heat and run for cover?

 [Hook] X 3