| I told you before: you burn when you play with fire
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| So take off your hats, matter of fact hail the new Sire
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| You’re hungry as hell, so i’m cookin up the chowder
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| It’s laced with ingredients, gon' come on like gunpowder
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| Pom-pom! |
| lick a shot, then I got to order
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| I’m runnin for the border for causin disorder
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| Pom-pom! |
| lick a shot, got on my defenses
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| I’m runnin for the fences, of course I’m relentless
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| The particular name of this queen is Latifah
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| I’ve often been classified as a feminine teacher
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| Collectively capture the heart of a nation
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| Love my culture and show appreciation
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| You’re lookin for the black influ'?
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| I do want too give it to you
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| What are you mad?
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| Give me some of what you had!
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| You can huff-huff, puff-puff and bluff-bluff
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| But I got nuff of the ruff stuff
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| (Ruff and tuff)
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| (And all that stuff)
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| Now nuff of the ruff stuff, that’s what I do, and I do it well
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| The proof is in the puddin, I show and prove, not show and tell
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| Talk tales, you get caught up in a crossfire
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| Buckshot must be what you want and desire
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| I write concepts, I don’t be frontin or be buggin
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| I solely write the rhymes for the beats that you be lovin
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| It’s a love thang, the Queen doin her thang
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| If I was a liquid, you would drink me like Tanq'
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| You think I’m kickin things that I myself don’t even heed?
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| I rap not for the love of music, but for greed?
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| «Latifah's booty, yo, she could never succeed»
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| Shiiit…
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| You watch me do it and boom it, the Flavor Unit will snap necks
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| You a-fi listen a likkle, you fi go buy the cassette
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| You’re starvin, cause you ain’t had enough
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| That’s right, nuff of the ruff stuff
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| (Ruff and tuff)
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| (And all that stuff)
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| You talk about flavor…
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| I got enough flavor to make a grapefruit sweet
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| Get old ladies jumpin out of their seats
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| Change a peach to a pear to a plum with a little sun 'n rays
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| I got flavor for days
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| Now I’m the type that the fellas call a honey, and
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| ]From me you know you get a worth for your money, and
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| This is no meaningless attack, I gave you a chance
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| Matter of fact, yo, I ordered them to 'dance
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| For me', they tried to turn me 'inside out'
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| They felt the 'wrath of my madness', I let them 'come into my house'
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| It’s called 'latifah's law', for the criminal to curse
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| And all the gentlemen know its rule: 'ladies first'
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| Not the typical female that tends to
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| Fall vitim to the 'evil that men do'
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| Small puff, I call your bluff
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| I’m not mad, I just had enuff of the ruff stuff
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| (Ruff and tuff)
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| (And all that stuff)
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| Everybody know Latifah love positivity
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| Now positivity erase negativity
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| Mi comin inna di dance ???
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| Me rollin with the Flavor Unit posse
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| As a black woman mi want equality
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| Equality, and di freedom to be me
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| Mi have a mother Rita, only call her Mommy
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| Likkle brother and sister, Angelo and Kelly
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| A brother in them laws, but mi call him Winki
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| Lost mi daddy and ??? |
| family
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| ??? |
| black ??? |
| black country
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| Believe in one God, one tribe, one destiny
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| Cease! |