Leroy "Precise" Edwards - Not That n***a (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm not really the type of n***a to play the gangsta Cause you's probably coolin' But straight off the motherf**in breast I ain't comin for no foolishness 100 volts on the mic kept knowin (????) then I'm probably chillin Tilt that crazy off bottle 'til I'm blitzed f**in yeah n***a yall know that feelin' But I ain't that type of n***a to shoot the sh** on my sh** list But I'm that talkin' bro n***a that's quick to handle my business Im makin a run with sh** that I've done Im wavin' a gun at sh** that you've brung Make n***as get brung stoned and hung with the slip of a tongue I unfold a truck-load as I explode You b**hes can't hold the side-door when I'm in my front-load Im keepin'em (??) I'm keepin'em hype I'm leavin'em right I'm even uptight Holdin' the mic and say the word fu*k more times then Dolomite I'm the n***a that got the last words you got served Smokin' fat herbs and gunnin n***as down like back burs With fast words I'm zipper I'm funky like raptors And I'm much much more then a mouth full of adverbs and bad words Stick it to a nig like chop sticks (? My rapper I'm rapper ?) More flava more flava more cooler then a tub of Kool-Aid I'm never in doubt before so n***a then why try Hittin' harder then Popeye slappin motherf**ers like Cha-Cha I f** with a capitol "F" put (?) to d**h (??) crowd def And I'ma continue to flow until I come up on my last breath So homie raise up (OH!) Hold these tricks up (OH!) See I'm that n***a that tells whether or not a n***a stay now look here [Hook: Mystikal & Michelle Tyler] (x8) I'm not that n***a I'm not that n***a I'm not that n***a to f** [Verse 2] You been picked off Keep f**in wit a n***a like me get hip-tossed f** fightin f*ggot n***a I know He jumped your b**h a** like Kriss-Kross And look at a riddle that I be little When I'm a jumbo now a fiddle I jump in your eardrum and play (?Baradiddle?) Stop wanting to ditch'em I'm in this b**h and comin' out rich In case yah know 'bout a fired up son of a b**h Inch by inch as I drench I'm a sense clench That bullsh** that yall n***as (?) (?play of a pinch?) I got the gimmick to make them b**hes rough like they can feel me They can't get near me cause they fear me but yall don't hear me Just like that b**h I saw Who hit my f**ing car Look-it-hear I'm playin that ho from (?Chipiwalk?) Whatchu talk? I'm very (?hard pressin?) so n***as can kick this f**in lesson I am fluorescent as if caressing from that f**in crescent A n***a that know how n***a that been to serve (Go Child) Mamma that pushin shake my head just like they got a loo-ow So come with the p**y the paper the pen and the p**y now pa** me the mic Show you around jump on yo' a** just like a (???) I shot more sh** then Shawn Kemp but got more b**hes then a world pimp And got more flavour then a brown shrimp I'ma be comin out flossin sh** that make a n***a gon' talk some sh** But if you ain't brought sh** Then I ain't the n***a to start sh** with [Hook] You couldn't f** the old but all of a sudden what make you think you can f** wit the new sh** You stuck on stupid I ain't that n***a to fool with A n***a might sprout up talkin about what The only way to keep my muthaf**in name out your muthaf**in mouth Is keep your muthaf**in mouth shut I don't step (?) fire then a gutter I'm takin'em 10 at a time cause I ain't SCARED of you muthaf**ers I'm strippin'em up I'm rippin'em up and flippin'em off And I'mma continue to flow on rhymes then single'em out and choppin'em all up Making cla**ics See ma**ive titties and pussies and a**es But got more hoes then a value cla** More vicious then b**boo wash you up like we do I'm blacker then Voo-Doo, harder then a rough rhyme (????) Black like Sheep, I'm Cool like Jay in effect like Rex I'm Grand like Pub huh, huh daddy are you? I'm Ice like T, rock like Kim f** it Spice like One but got more Enemies then the Public n***a I kick it around (?) (?choke on bread crumb?) (?Rich'n and pitchin?) (?) to the hair drum The bigger opponent n***a that's you You can't compare a n***a like Mystikal to Skidrow or Ugly Kid Joe But yet you suddenly pickin terf with me You irkin' with me jerkin' with me when I tell your b**h to stop flirting with me I'm giving it (?mad house like fan belt?) I came tho I know you n***as can't f** with me cause I can't f** with my damn self I'm making yall mummble (or what I thought of) n***a you beating me is like cuttin' a Philly gra** with wire cutters I Be keeping to you all so breakin'em off And still uh, f** with me you faithful walkin' around with pork chop drawers I'm ready to graze and blaze pump up the gauge and pick up the pace I'm more deadly then having safe s**, with a b**h with AIDS A n***a like myself is bad for you ho tho I f**ed that b**h one time and now that ho can't hold herself That sh** be kicks and n***as be smokin' in cliques and f**in'em tricks I rollin' from that Big Easy Where the buddha are beyond and n***as they rumble, over the least mumbo-jumbo Standing tall like this Mutumbo but turn that sh** to Briant Gumble That's how we do it when we kick it back on my block It's pop or get popped k** or get k**ed Drop or get dropped And n***a be wondering why they always spunnin is off of some dumb sh** Cause I ain't, cause I ain't, cause I ain't that n***a to f** with b**h [Hook]