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Intro) Anuthatantrum to the ruck it, Don't give a fuck, I'm denied nothing, gotta still get it, Spoiled rotten, real with it, Deal with it, Don't you feel me living in you? When muthafuckas make promises and can't come through, Anuthatantrum to the ruck it, Don't give a fuck, I'm denied nothing, gotta still get it, Spoiled rotten, real with it, Deal with it, Don't you feel me living in you? When muthafuckas make promises and can't come through. Whatever obstacles that detour me from getting my way, I gets revenge to the end then begin the foreplay, My forte is sipping Alize and acting up, Looked into your mirror at your face you started backing up, What the fuck? You slowly step away and started panic, As you witness anuthatantrum, fantastic, mantic, keeping niggas frantic, Your manner don't wanna be told shit, If I can't get it you might feel my spirit off on another mission, Fishing for my next victim with no permission, Switching bodies, had to get some new Gotti's put on the Benz, Jumped in the minds of many mens with no patience, The worst thing to do is wait and waste time, It's constantly sipping away taking, Manipulating all ages, bring the frustration, Waiting for the lift of my karat to face in your location, Appearing crazy on track, but seen daily, Some say shadey, but so what muthafucker |
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That I shouldn't smoke weed and shit, huh That I should cuss and shit, huh That I shouldn't do the shit I wanna do You know what I'm sayin'? But I don't give a fuck about what these niggas think That's they beliefs, here go mine I gets embedded in your cerebellum, deeper than the ocean Focusin' on fuckin' a nigga up, who got jokes? Provoke me, my vision of lust is money, trust is funny Too many sheisty motherfuckers comin' for me One in the chamber, ready for repetition if possible Hate to mention this, poppin' that nigga, bitch It be the intellectual, get sexual in a second heffer You could never be no competition to me You bit the poison apple, tryin' adapt to this shit Show you how it happened While we laughin', diggin' your ditch And you can get your boys I got Disciples and ViceLords Planted through every city ready, declare war If you feel I stepped on your toes It was intentionally Cause it was meant to be the shit since I found JD My lyrical thesis broke in pieces For you pussies who can't feed off it Everything'll be fine, just hit the weed often Chorus: repeat 2X I believe good things come to those that grind Never take a step back, leave the past behind Keep your mind on some money and don't ever stop tryin' And everything'll be fine, everything'll be fine It's time to let your lighter spark Crank up the weed session With one of the best in the Midwestern section Flexin' with no shame Cause a mi solo female MC's be back in the game Sun up to sun down I puff leaves Filled with imported trees from the West Indies Chi-town's finest in more ways than one Me follow in the path of another, days is done See I got mic checkin' down to a science Meanin' I perfected the ways To shit on you and your alliance I write the type of shit that'll hypnotize ya Fuck around and kill your whole click like Kaiser In the streets of Prazza, the Westside of niggas Ain't expects, smellin' like cannibus Can't nothin' handle this They wanna dismantle this but it will never go down Shit, cause my beliefs is I'm the baddest around, bitch Chorus Now it's the shit, you wanna contest me Never will you be the opponent left Leave'em swept off they feet So So Def got that chief shit, keep it brief Under the covers ain't another bitch bad as me So I must keep comin' Keep on runnin' but you can't escape me I'm in your brain Remember the bitch you love to hate She on the paper chase In any case, but not any rate Keep the currency's increase, shit ain't cheap And my belief is to get the money, nigga So what's the beef to this? Enough cheese for Brat, never endin' G's Hundred thousand dollar bills by the stack The weak supportin' my habits Enough karats for the whole salad Smokin' cabbage every five minutes Beginnin' my days rollin' swishes I never listen to penny pinchin' Pussy eatin' punks advice To catch'em slippin' is my theory Be weary what I bust, make niggas weak And pack a bleeder, top notch in my speeches Chorus |
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You wanna know what the fuck I heard, bitch? I heard you wanna carbon copy me, Not possible to succeed. Bustin nigga's kneecaps, cuz greed is fuckin wit weed Gimme more cheddar than Ellie, No Hillbilly from Beverly Heavely sedated, still hated and Rated R You the next victim, and if you flinch you fall I got that sure shot method Guaranteed to make a nigga pause. Peep the Cars I'm in. Uncountable amount of Benjamin's, Benzes for all my friends If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin no fucking sense Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory Unloaded at the end of the story, I'm on top of the world, nigga... CHORUS: Sittin on top of the world Sittin on top of the world With 50 grand in my hand Steady puffin on a blunt Sippin hennessy and coke, Gimme what you won't. Sittin on top of the world Sittin on top of the world With my legs swingin, jewelry jingling baby Go head baby. Lemme hit you with some real PUMP PUMP It's the number one contender So So Def memeber known as Brat Girlfriend offender cuz they man's think I'm all that Krystal in my lap, chronic chokin me Nigga's hopin we fall off But we won't, we don't. All we do is keep fuckin it up. While all you do is keep lookin at us. Known evidence is that I dispense hits And make more house quakes than Prince leavin mother fuckers dense One of the baddest bitches on the planet. Act like you know it's the funk bandit dammit, and you can't stand it. You can run, but you can't hide From this bad mannered individu-AL Gal from the West Side Hit em up. I can't quick stick like the bottom of an ostrich Hung in your pants Hotness from your bull-shit And it's written all over your face You want my space but ain't got what it takes to take my place... CHORUS Now best believe I got more Trix up my sleeve Then that silly rabbit All day dream about G's and how I gots to have it Gotta weed habit, but I'm still on point, one of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joint. It be the B-R-A-T, the mind blower, The rough rhyme thrower, mother fuckers can't see Riding drop top roadsters, fuck all that gold stuff Only Triangles dangle when I bust. You see, niggas round town called this and that, Said I sound like the pound and my shit was wack. Dropped the album Funkdafied and they thought it was bold, 30 days later, the LP went gold, and I'm... CHORUS |
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Verse One: Da Brat Somebody call the cops, let 'em know the funk bandit's back, With more bounce to the ounce, its Da Brat-tat-tat-tat, The funk-keeper, competition sweeper, Known for makin' speakers bleed, smokin' hella weed, Givin' ya what you need, Indeed I'm nice, jewelery full of ice, The industry ain't been the same since I came and sprinkled my spice, Tonight's the night and we gonna all get lifted, Recognize the gifted and how it's no fuckin' around in the West Side district, Get it twisted if you wanna, choose your destiny, Leave all that simple shit at home, and bring your fuckin' best for me, Cause right here playtime stops, Okay, rhymes flop and all that real deal shit hits tops, See I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge, And there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've barred thus far, Repitoire full of wicked shit, lay back kick it shit, All the right shit to give a nigga a hit. Chorus: Da Brat If you let's nothin' hold you back, and your limit is the sky, Put your hands in the air and let's all get high, Roll up a fat one and pass it around, Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound, If you let's nothin' hold you back, and your limit is the sky, Put your hands in the air and let's all get high, Roll up a fat one and pass it around, Lay back wit' the Brat just get on down. Verse Two: Krayzie Bone Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together, Now how high can you go cause you know we can choke, Take it slow, we smokin' junk, Cause your rollin' wit' Mo, We having a celebration, we doing this all night if you wanna get away, You can play in my high times, And don't forget my niggas be doing this shit the Thuggish way, Well have you Thugged it with a Thug lately? We Krayzie, And nigga we often got the bud blaze-ay So if you get high, better get with this crowd, I bet you wanna get weeded, Fuck wit' your Thugs out of Cleveland, Stay peyoted and tweeded them Thugs we blazing we fiending, Now can you feel this connect with So So Def, Mo Thugs, My squad and your posse, my nigga we gonna be alright, So come around everybody party down, get down, And let that real shit hit your chest, cause I know when I get that hydro, Yo nigga Thugsta gimme some love, Can somebody bang and slang your dog with couple of Thugs from the cut. Chorus: Krayzie Bone You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whatever, we could all get high, get high, The sh~t we keep, we got you hypnoitzed, Ain't nobody dealin' with me, My nigga Billy get your smoke on man, Cause if we go broke you won't feel bad. Verse Three: Da Brat Yeah, but there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action, Certified platinum slashin' bastards, Draw shit faster than Eastwood, you wish you could be like me, I broke the Mo with fatality, visual shit that you can see, Leave synthetic niggas usually smoke refos with my peeps, Get deeper than the abyss, watch me and your nigga creep, Sky's the limits, dim them lights cause Krayzie got the hydro, Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slow, We non-fictional characters, carry grudges till its dealt with, Underestimate the wrong bitch, and get your shit split, You better light a splife and mind your muthafuckin' business, Or get that ass put in the Witness Protection Program, Till I'm finished, diminished, your entourage is my level, Blindin' with the VVS rocks possessin' like the devil, Pushin' custom drop-tops, keep Sagante' in the glove box, Puffin' with crooked cops, And can't nothin' hold me back cause nigga my shit don't stop. Outro: Krayzie Bone You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high, Go on, get high, get high, get high, You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high, Go on, get high, get high, get high, You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, I say you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, Nigga whateva, we can all get high, get high, Go on, get high, get high, get high. |
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Intro: Da Brat To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit, shit... To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit. Verse One: Da Brat Before the sun shine the rain fall, applause the encore, Haven't you heard of a bitch who get open like pores, Pop a nigga like a pimple, keep it simple enough, Make 'em wonder what the fuck happened leavin' 'em stuck, Get that ass kicked, fast quick, in a hurry, You felt the fist of fury when you envisioned that I was comin', Used to laugh when I had a demo, But since the big stretch Lex Limo, You ain't got no more jokes, You wanna come one and go wit' me, to my place, Hate to hurt ya feelings, sexual healin' ain't the case, Lace the track like angel dust, Thus fuckin' wit' us is deadly, Behead the whole crew of the last nigga who wasn't ready, Stay breghted up, platinum plus, Nubians E three four chromes eighteens, three piece BBS treat seek, And yee shall find riches it's made bitches gettin' doe, I'll die for I go broke just a lil' moe. Chorus: Trey Lorenz Just a lil' bit more, will do me just fine, Just a lil' bit more, will ease my mind, Just a lil' bit more, will do me just fine, Just a lil' bit more, will ease my mind. Verse Two: Da Brat Now put one hand in the air if you keep the chinky eyed effect, I live to party all night, and love to have sex, Got a main squeeze in the piece on the low, Make a good piece of cheese, but could use some moe', Who got a lighter? I'm bout to blaze up, its tucked in tight, I let the ventilation slide sensation between the windpipe, Ignite it up try, to bite my style too tough, Its too much, too lil', too late for you to come up, Be decieved of ya wanna be foolish, This bad mandate bitch is true to the shit, Envoke the spirits like the crafts, Serve the niggas half the stash, in case the cash get low, The bastard know, fuck over the dough and die, Pick yo casket if you feel that you gonna try some shit, No nigga ever lasted past the first attempt, I leave em baffled and gaffle 'em for all they keys, Then dispense to my niggas like Sony distribute LP's. Chorus: Trey Lorenz Just a lil' bit more, will do me just fine, Just a lil' bit more, will ease my mind, Just a lil' bit more, will do me just fine, Just a lil' bit more, will ease my mind. Da Brat To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit, shit, To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit, To the tic toc and ya don't stop, To the the beat beat and ya don't quit, To the tic toc ya don't stop, To the beat beat and ya don't quit, shit, A lil moe' bitch... A lil moe' nigga... A lil moe' baby. Outro: Da Brat Yeah, let it ease your muthfuckin' mind... Yeah, So So Def wit' that mind blowin' shit... Y'all muthafuckas better realize! |
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Intro: Jermaine Dupri & Manuel Seal Uh uh oh o, uh uh uh o, Keep rocking, ah ah ah ah ah, Uh uh oh o, uh uh uh o, Brat tat-tat on that ass, ah ah ah ah ah. Verse One: Da Brat & Jermaine Dupri Bringing more noise than P.E., we true and flew in life, Leave us J.D. and rock a party all night tight, nigga, One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, I can rap like hell but make it sound like heaven, well, Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, J.D., what the deal is? Lemme get some, How many occasions, you and your liasons, Can't fuck with this phenomenon, division, separated from the norm, Pop a lot of Shawn Don and celebrate the good times, So get your groove on, put one in the air, And let's all get high, In the back of my black on black, you come through in ninety, Bumpin' you remind me with the cops right behind me, I got head rest, Genesis played by the Brat, hey, Bulletproof windows, for negroes that wanna act, Don't wanna face the fact, that that's the way we live, Lookin' everyday jig, buyin' everything big, You dig? Nigga, you don't wanna' go the distance, surrender, Consistence allows me the keep clockin' tender, And enter a new millenium, cracking motherfuckers craniums, Droppin' bombs, Saddam Hussein and niggas straining, Hit a little, I'm feeling tickles from the nickels I smoked, The sweat trickle, as I slid a little liquor down my throat, It ain't no hope for these niggas who broke and acting big willy, They dream to see a milly and talk shit before it happen really, Spark up another philly and eyewitness, The Brat fulfilling champagne and caviar wishes, The lifestyle of the bitch is famous, Make the payment to Shawntae, Embarass niggas as a hobby all day Harris, Fly me to the moon, soon and very soon stay tuned, Prepare to meet you doom, 'cause it ain't no room for you. Chorus: Da Brat & Manuel Seal No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking, We be keepin' it live, keepin' it live, Its' like straight to the scene, It's like that it's Da Brat just, Keepin' it live, keepin' it, we make you say, Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh, Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh. Verse Two: Da Brat & Jermaine Dupri And if you're feeling for masquerade, I can rock a party to daybreak, Parlay as we stack, Breaking parlay as we stack cakes of cheddar, Butter like parkay, wanted in four plate sex, So So Def-initely the best, better watch your step, It's booby trapped with hits, I make 'em clap to this, You knew we was coming back to kick some asses kid, It's niggas like me that have more fun, Pop moe' bottles than the next one, Supermodel sex and make a portion, Now catch me if you can like the gingerbread man, Fifty grand in my hand sittin' on, top of the world, Half drunk, high as fuck, shitting hard, legs swinging, Bringing the ruckus to all motherfuckers, Hey yo, Brat you da funk bandit, Act like you know, the baddest weed habit having mommy to hit the door, Flash it a little, living riddles can't buy the vittles, Get cash, life don't only come once to let it pass, To all my niggas rockin' big jewels, brand new shoes and new kicks, Niggas from the old school that started all this shit, Big time weightholders, dope clocking for years, Niggas, you watched as a shorty, thinking that's the way to live, Giving all I got to give, us bitches is pushing sixes, With ten thousand dollar bracelets around they wrist, Legistics, is strictly riches, The other fishes in the sea, can't be malicious as me, fucking with G's. Chorus: Da Brat & Manuel Seal No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking, We be keepin' it live, keepin' it live, Its' like straight to the scene, It's like that it's Da Brat just, Keepin' it live, keepin' it, we make you say, Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh, Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh. |
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Intro: T-Boz I had some problems, that no one could seem to solve them, But you had the answer, you told me to take a chance, And learn the ways of love, my baby, and all that it has to offer, You told me your secret love won't let you down, Ohh, oh all my love baby. . . Verse One: Da Brat Hey nigga ain't shit gonna ever change, between you and your boo, Put a hold on me ever since I held you, What compelled you to be my nigga, besides passion and lust, You ran up on a real bitch with understanding and trust, Fuck the others, none of them compare to us, And under the covers you my muthafucka nigga, when you stickin' my stuff, You laid pipe unlike any other plumber, Took me shoppin' all day and at night, you kept me cummin', Made dinner, collard greens, candied yams and steak, Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks, and chop weights, Caught a case, cause you're boy ran his mouth too much, And its a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch, But as the days keep passin', keep it laughin' with stacks of letters , Pictures so you don't forget us, when you'd rather not be livin' in the cella, Hella muthaf~ckas want your occupation, But they can keep pacin', cause I'm gonna be waitin' on my baby. Chorus: Da Brat & T-Boz And all this love, is waiting for you, my baby, sweet darling, And all this love, is waiting for you, Don't worry 'bout a thing, nigga stay down, as long as you can hang, I'm a be around. Verse Two: Da Brat Ran into your boy, had heard he'd spread the word that you was soft, Braggin' he collecting your cheese, and pissing me the fuck off, The first thought of committing a felony never left, I missed the big breaths you took when we was puffin' an L., Just the little things you do with the bigger ones I saw better, SL 500s colorful Coogie sweaters and leathers, Diamond letters girl you broke, I saved the sugar for you, Keep the business runnin', droppin' off keys in Cancun, Cash rules and you remain to be the king of my throne, Position taken, flippin' calender pages till you get home, Wanna blast your boy for snatchin' up my happiness, But I regret what'll happen to this solid foundation if I'm incarcerated, Too, you can make it through, we bail on the jealous, Who tell us the opposite of that, forever you and Brat, I tried to take the blame, but you prefered to handle my fame, So I'm waitin' with open arms to rekindle the flame. Chorus: Da Brat & T-Boz And all this love, is waiting for you, my baby, sweet darling, And all this love, is waiting for you, Don't worry 'bout a thing, nigga stay down, as long as you can hang, I'm a be around, And all this love, is waiting for you, my baby, sweet darling, And all this love, is waiting for you, Don't worry 'bout a thing, nigga stay down, as long as you can hang, I'm a be around. |
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They can only leave to live the linguistic full metal jacket of the macular ballistic Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics I got hairs on my funk and I didn't flunk diaper rash I'm hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary Malicious with malice and mayhem straight out of a p-funk dictionary Give me the mic and watch me slay Them those lame and illiterate poeticistics pisses me off? Be missing me with that shit putting your petty torched packaged Pathetically in front of me I suppress I'll rest of the best of MCs regularly In the beginning I was bout it slid in and we write it This shit deplace yall bitches wouldn't even thinking bout hit Heads flipped shittin' hard on niggas With a name like Brat exotic cars and large bank figures A high rank nigga shop squat taker Maker of some hot shit lose Makin' it hard for all yall bitches to move around like moose Truth whateva touch come through in a clutch Bitch beat me never heard of such niggas say I'm just too much consisted dollar clocker sippin a daily vodka Private chopper live and die hip hopper With the platinum touch that's what the fuck up And I ain't tryna pack and slack shit I'm tryna pack and stack shit To continue to make phat shit Chorus: ""And niggas know..the lyrical molestin is takin place"" - Biggie And when Da Brat is in your area your shit ain't safe To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin' Competitions a must everytime I bust (repeat 2X) I'm livin' in high times with a lifeline when the sun don't shine often Taught the bandits' testimy was to never let no nigga see me soften Coughin' up liph in the morning from choking on dank daily Beware my attitude shady pay me and serenade this lady Reach the possible limits no gimmick lyrics Livin' trife and lavish Ms. Harris with 25 karats To cherish the iced out ouster perpetual roll the swish and burn it slow cats me know Never fishin' for roaches or smokin' the hocus pocus Once I was the brokest bitch now I bought the dopest shit The poker Chips get place on the misses with? To shoot hits Chi town's windy city creeper weed keeper Redrumming niggas like the shining when the molestation begins Chorus If you consider yourself to be a competitor the object of the game is to bury ya Get the cheddar the mo' the merrier 312 the area Prepare for my brigade to stay paid and obligated To knock off niggas in ways you only saw take place in animation Your expiration date is pass due you copied off this shit To last you to infinity finna be multimillion in a minute Only solo hope to do more than your average bitch Making niggas sick and having fifth watchin me push the big six Admit it I'm da type to get addicted to like China why you fucking wit pure dough Tonight's da night we all get high niggas know Brat take without askin Leaving everlasting gashes on you bastards lyrical assassin and niggas know [Man Talking] Therefore this rap redemption introdention of competition made some motherfucker before the first admission Gets to a centamout and I sipped fout Rhyming at infinite and my pee in the fountain Then I claw clutchin the cliff cuz I gotta get higher into the mantic Or nabs' sucker geezees going crazy hacking or channel fool All the slackin' rappers I pack I pack a bag I travel to the peninsula with the posy I peep over the edge Drop a rock over your head as you leaving up the ledge To lead on leaving your mink on untangling your mic chord You mighta woulda been better in battling your ? is bogus silly pose it Putting your petty torched packaged pathetically In front of me I suppress I'll rest of the best of MCs regularly |
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Nine six, it's Da Brat nigga we jackin these niggas for they beats and shit yaknowwhatI'msayin put this shit in ya mothafuckin mouth... Niggas know when they see the afro sym-boool they embrace themselves Lock doors and hold their breath For the black on black beamer drivin Shitin on niggas time after time And on da west side is confinement It ain't no gettin outta line with me I stays ready Split a mothafuckas shit fo free if necessary Gotta love for gettin blunted What you wanna do I done it......bitch And about to do it again So run and tell ya friends i'm comin' Chorus: repeat 2X My motto is make it all and never miss a buck I walk around attitude cuz I don't give a fuck However you gotta get it get it without getting stuck... I'm witcha Cuz life ain't shit if you can't live it up, live it up The next destination is to be the greatest heavyweight and undisputed Due to dem other bitches to the back of the bus with nothing much to it My milli0ons my main concern fucka factions and hurting feelings Its niggas that'll care just to kick it with a real bitch gettin' real rich quick Live it up to the fullest notch set up the plot Life expect to see levels drop its on again and it don't stop Anotha tantrum for crematin' mothafuckas in random Leavin' none standin keep da big willies hold'em for grants The money it cost to be boss is high my all time condition to da day I die that's why I be the best for this position listen Cleavage decorated wit ice flooded pieces I live for drop top corneshes and new releases Bouncin in little islands I can't even pronounce Way out laid out by da beach smokin a whole fuckin ounce This nigga stay jiggie flashy my name ain't baby Its Da B-R-A-T miss harris if you get nasty Chorus [Da Brat] Yea SoSoDef in this mothafucka, uh Chi-town in this mothafucka, uh At Lanta in this mothafucka, uh Chi-Lanta in this mothafucka, uh JD on this mothafucka, uh And its da brat on this mothafucka, uh So what you want mothafuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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This that sit, that sosodef shit, check it
One to the Two, it ain't a thing for da brat to give it to you Three to the Four in ninety-six Brat hit your ass with a whole lot more Verse 1: Ay, when I step inside your party yo I turn dat bitch out Let em know what i'm about this is my fuckin' house The uncompatible, capital B eyes stay chinky From da green inhaled into my body All spot lookers kill ya search cuz this block on lock And plus dem little bitches you got don't want no work Not even to come in contact with Its ritual to da death that we don't tolerate no wack shit and thats it All da way crunk half drunk off da remi Makin' niggas jump speakers pump is all dats in me Spittin' shit like a semi-auto don't never stop getting cheese Is da motto you's follow drinking straight from da bottle Attitude is shitty very inqwery kitty holdin' down the windy city West side thats right I ain't got no time for joy jappin' Test me and watch me make something happen Chorus: Das right....umhmm, Brat make it happen.... Well....umhmm, I like that, well make it happen...hey Uh, she was the one to make it happen when dat bitch went platinum Ain't nothing average about the magic between me and da mike and da actin' When asking a question who put it to the test check the record Hit top hottest rap and r&b single July second In ninety-four you flew the funk in, ninety-six back again Committed some moe sinnin' fuckin' up most men and women The bad seed with mad weed follow no fuckin' leader True believer in da factor can't no motherfucka beat her Keep ya feet up Brat bout to sweep up, niggas can leap up And creep up still stay beneath her Cuz she bust and what to death discuss they between us Take precaution prepare to bite da dust and just take dat shit as a lost Collect billboard and soul train awards from my trouble Crappin' you motherfuckas out and coming back for double Nice on da dice sippin on Hen and ice da time is right Seven eleven on the first go round with funkdafied I made it happen bitch Chorus |
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