| Due to the fact that there are, some people
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| Like the lady over there said she was
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| Who thinks I’m dirty
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| I really couldn’t give a shit
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| Cause ya’ll by my records
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| Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I’m dirty
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| Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it
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| While all di dutty nigga dem sit around and judge me
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| All dem a chat bout, don’t even budge me cause
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| Mi no owe nobody no explanation
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| I convert it over to di almighty one
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| When dis bad gyal come out
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| We jus run dem in di morgue and dem caan’t come out
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| Some a di gyal 'em need to jus shut dem mouth
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| Some a di dutty niggas need to jus shut dem…
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| Lil' Kim stay hot
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| Pull up with my nigga in the eighty foot yacht
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| Man this hatin' don’t stop
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| Real recognize real you studio gangstas kill me
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| I know my vets in the game got to feel me
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| Cause from the gate I *brrrr-raaa* down the door
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| Like Eddie Murphy I gave it to you raw
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| Two-piece bikini, Fendi mink draggin' on the floor
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| Kim been the first lady since I dropped Hard Core
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| A lot of these hoes livin' vicariously through me
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| 'Steada doin' them, they’d rather do me
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| Watchin' them is like a Broadway play
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| Sittin' next to the Queen
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| Is the closest they’ll ever get to Brooklyn
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| Why ya’ll frontin' you know who the best be
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| I’m the reason why the game so sexy
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| Tha originator, tha trend creator
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| Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me
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| I know what you thinkin', she’s such a fuckin' lady
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| Yes I am, that’s right, I was raised that way
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| Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
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| Man want it, make 'im pay it down
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| Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
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| Man want it, make 'im pay it down
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| No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat
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| No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh
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| So don’t preach to me 'bout singing
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| All I want is mah self respect
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| You see your words don’t mean a thing
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| Show me a man, who neva sin yet, uh-uh
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| The feds pinched me for shootin'
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| But instead they indicted me for my fuckin' music
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| This jealous muthafucker and this prosecutin' dyke bitch
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| Probly go home, listen to How Many Licks
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| Stay away from 5−0, that’s that hiphop cop
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| These cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caught
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| You see when you on top, niggas want what you got
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| Even though they idolize you, they still critisize you
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| So don’t preach to me bout singing, I, I am just a woman
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| You’ve got your feelings I got mine, I’m only human
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| And I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
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| I’ve gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
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| I’m tryna go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
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| I… gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
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| So if mi waan fi skin out and gwaan like mi bad
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| That’s just between me and mi God
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| And if mi waan fi shack out and gwaan like mi bad
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| That’s just up to me
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| Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
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| Man want it, make 'im pay it down
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| Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
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| Mon want it, make 'im pay it down
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| No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat
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| No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh
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| So don’t preach to me 'bout singing
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| All I want is mah self respect |