| Don’t touch the merchandise you got it honey
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| You’re standing here see me coming you try to puff out your money
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| And I sure don’t give a toss about the car you drive
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| Whether Benz 500 SL or a banger five
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| So let me pass without a convo 'cause I’m not into
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| Your rap is kickin' boomin' a system with no rhytm to it
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| And I’ll be mighty obliged if you just step to the side
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| And move your sorry frontin' butt before I run right through it
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| You think I’m fresh, O well best you’ll never get to hear
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| And I got money in a bank account also my dear
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| So I don’t need you hanging round to be my sugar daddy
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| So you can paddy on that paddy wagon but without me and you can…
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| Let a woman B a woman
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| Coming through coming through make my way my tank is full
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| Like Sald and Pepa said my cow died I don’t need ya bull
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| So keep your skiving and conniving kindly to yourself
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| Nobody asked you for a statement stick it on a shelf
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| 'Cause Ima make it to the top to this there is no doubt
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| By my talent no stoppin' stones that’s what it’s all about
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| You can consider what you want 'cause I don’t give a bit
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| A lot of things are blowin' up and you ain’t part of shit
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| Go sing your boo boo song your life’s a loser’s drama
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| This chick is truly not with it so save it for your mama
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| Gettin' paid stayin' paid yep it is my way of life
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| I’m cuttin' through this funky rhythm as sharp as a knife
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| Your trashy talk is not romantic so get out my face
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| The litter of your loins is scattered up and down the place
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| So you can pucker up and kiss this here funky behind
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| I got to full cheeks I’ll take you 2 at a time
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| Let a woman B a woman
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| Kickin' up a fuss cuss cuss you’re full o' puss
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| We’re the underground legionnaires you ain’t part of us
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| All you do is complain all about the women’s role
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| Little do you know it’s climbing on the voter’s poll
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| Babblin' babblin' babblin' babblin' but not sayin' nothin'
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| Bring a cease to all your speech punk and quit the bluffin'
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| On this groove I’ll be as funky as I wanna be
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| So step off you little Chuck D wannabe
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| You can pop all that junk but keep it out my face
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| Make a move towards me and you will be erased
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| Stoppin' to a brother’s level no I’m not sucker
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| 'Cause when you lay down with dogs you catch fleas motherfucker |