| I came to this country with my mama
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| Everybody called her the white girl
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| But you all knew I had a lil' somethin' somethin' on me
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| Cause my outer was slightly tanned
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| Southern folk called me a yellow gal
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| I’ve been out here in this world for a while now
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| Bringing madness and mayhem to man, woman, and child
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| You see my mother, the white girl had several lovers
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| So my father’s true identity has yet to be discovered
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| Some call it A-1 soda others V-12
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| Doctor Tishner has been implicated
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| But all of their seeds are incriminating evidence
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| As far as my perception goes
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| My mother, she was indeed good, but I was most powerful
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| Just ask anybody in your hood
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| You can even ask those in corporate America about this mobstress
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| Most times, I as little as a pea, though my weight fluctuates
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| Size ain’t shit, cause I have enough game to make you steal from ya mama
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| And call her out by her name
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| I can make her neglect her children, sale her body, perform dirty tricks
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| On her knees and be called the neighborhood hottie
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| Everybody’s a thief and a liar once they make my acquaintance |
| They be anxious to buy my love, they lust for me
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| Want to hold me and test my purity, but it’s only for a moment
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| You see the ecstasy that I give to you
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| It’s only temporary but quite costly
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| I’m bossy from your very first encounter with me
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| I tell you, you need me, gots to have me, can’t live without me
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| The pea, my game extends, it gets deeper
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| You see my skills don’t pimp just the weak minded
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| The so-called big ballin' brothers are obsessed with me
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| They kill, rob, and plot on one another to possess me
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| They see me as a goddess
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| The financial path that will lead them out the ghetto
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| But don’t they know, have a clue
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| That I and my mother were sent here to destroy them
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| To entice, baffle, and trap them
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| Conscious people call the conspiracy genocide
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| Well, what do you think
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| I mean you make money off me, while they pile up evidence on you
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| Then get you to spend all the money you’re stackin'
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| On lawyers and bail bondsmen
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| They seize your property and worldly items
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| That have you caught up in this lifestyle
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| Material things that turn friends to foes |
| Woman to hoe, man to monster
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| Yeah nigga you’ve changed but so what
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| Cause I give you what you need I give you power
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| Make you feel invincible right by me
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| I make you feel like a big man, timer
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| No matter how fat, ugly, illiterate you are
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| I make the prettiest women love you
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| Fight over you and compete with others trying to give you babies
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| I make your relative, want to kiss your ass
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| Treat you like a king and roll out the red carpet
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| They’ve got one hand out for money
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| And the other hand has a pen in it so you can sign your life policy
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| My assistance makes you have that edge over the next man
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| Cause it’s all about me and money, the root of all evil
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| The necessities of function in this society
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| I make all your gangsta dumbass stories interesting
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| Cause you are the man
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| I mean we listen in awe as you speak of your murder tales
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| Ménage a trios, homosexual advances, and secret romances
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| I’m bout it and I make you feel bout it bout it
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| I split family, split friends, split lovers and even business partners
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| So niggas nickname me crack, ain’t that something |
| I’m the reason why a lot of people are homeless, crazy, crippled
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| Why they’re HIV positive and dead
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| But you still want me, feel the need for me to be in your possession
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| Fear to get high off my intoxicating little pieces
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| Or to spread my love to profit
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| You’re even willing to kill and die for me
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| And even though my mother, the white girl
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| Engaged in several orgies for my creation
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| I still know my father, you know him too
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| You follow his lead, and work with him
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| Claim you hate him but your actions are different from your tongue
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| Let’s face it, you serve him faster than you do your God
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| We own you nigga
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| And as far as the ones that send I and my mother here to destroy you
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| We own them too
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| So after all my destruction, I must pat myself on the back, uh uh
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| I am crack, the devil’s daughter
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| Human life, minds destroy ya
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| You need me, yeah ya do, for sho' ya do, you really do
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| So go head on nigga, take a hit
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| I’ma keep putting you out on the streets
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| Freeze you now, help me to kill you
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| Hoodlum poetry, food for ya mind |
| Wake up deaf, dumb and blind, it’s time
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| I’m the masteress, I’m the mobstress
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| I’m the pimpstress, and I own you
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| I’m the masteress, I’m the mobstress
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| And I own you, I’m trying to kill you
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| And I’m succeeding, yes I’m succeeding
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| I’m trying to kill you and I’m gon' do it
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| I’m gon' kill you, I’m gon' kill you
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| I’m gon' kill you, and it’s bloody |