| Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin
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| I house MC’s like baths and full kitchens, ready or not
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| Doc, hood lynchin, icey flows, I wrtie with wool mittens
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| Its two not one, Missy dot dot com, come once in the blue like free hot lunch
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| So once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in Shoppin at birds are us, murderous, don’t blame me, blame the music
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| I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you go
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| I’m nice battin, I practice when the park is closed
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| I’m that man who squats out of jeeps and vans
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| Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model
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| I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin
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| Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, like open hous on a school night
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| Animal House gettin thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly don’t give a fuck
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| An Brick City niggas strictly don’t give a fuck
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| Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans
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| Hang down to your knees, its mwa the don-wan, carry on, D.A.N to the danger
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| Y’all MC’s in a whole lot of danger, change up all your rhymes you need beats
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| My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee
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| See its the shots of Henessey thats in me, Reggie Noble through after me It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck
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| I done fucked in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks, used to move weight
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| Now you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws and nuts
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| Pussy tight jiffy lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up Now my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets
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| We don’t buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee occasion
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| One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is blown
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| Two minutes later I’ll make it hotter, snap you from the vine
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| To my um blada a boom glada
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| So what you wanna do, what you wanna do Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next, an much room Def Squad in the house
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| Drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car
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| I'm from the south you better watch your mouth, Its the M. I The S. I, if you try then you die, I don't take no mercy on you suckers so Would you still be in love baby, if I |
| cut your throat, cut the jokes
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| I ain’t got no love for yo, no friends with those, who imitate me ya bold
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| My style I own, I’ma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe
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| I gotta say no more, BITCH!
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| Thats right nigga, Its Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh
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| Muthafucka! |
| 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh, I’m out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dangerous Mouths , by - Missy Elliott. Song from the album Da Real World, in the genre R&B