| For starters peace to all the marters and all the pioneers
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| Cheers! |
| Here’s to a new breed of broad
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| Yeah we like it raw
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| Comin' to the floor I’ll be ??? |
| like ???
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| Look up in the sky it’s a bird it’s a plane
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| Nope honey’s from the ??? |
| y’all familiar with the name
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| I’ll be worse than any alien predator or ???
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| Witch from the East tell 'em how to spell it…
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| The R… the A… the H
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| The D… the I… the G… the G… the A… x4
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| I’m prime time, you’re on local or cable
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| I’ll battle you on your dick and then watse the label
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| Hit you with heat sweeter than vanilla candy
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| Flip it type wicked like cinderella family
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| (Fo' what) For tryin' to step to a Rah situation
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| Less rhymin' years, less formal education
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| Gettin' less Benz' than a BBS
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| Less hype in the street. |
| an' you writin' even less
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| You ain’t fresh… MCs goin' crazy
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| Nah, you ain’t fresh, y’all can never out-blaze me
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| Less know how, more ho' now
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| Stay up out of grown folks biz, before I show you motherfuckers
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| Yappin' all day about who proved it best
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| Take a few deep breaths, puff the budda cest
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| Continue to bless any track that come this way
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| Nine nigga nine nigga, on that ???
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| Peace to my peeps, from Jers' to Manhattan
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| Bitches on the freeway chit chattin in pig latin
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| Heads and ??? |
| now, all this road war
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| Waitin' in the bay for some niggas to roll on
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| The kinda heads take the ghetto approach
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| ??? |
| out the opposition or strangle the coach
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| Flashin' marijuana in my Dolce & Gabana
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| ???, if they don’t have no manners
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| Soon to be called the dopest MC my little junior
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| Playin the game and being a coach like Tuna
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| Mad, when I say go, B-Girl original
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| Want more than Chocolat
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| Where the chicks at? |
| Hoes might oppose
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| But most chicks happy I can rock without takin' off my clothes
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| And all the niggas say «(beep) this bitch is (beep)…
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| Ain’t heard a broad rip like that since MC Lyte» |