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[Verse One] I`m the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl Mo` rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl Niggaz say I`m too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty Fuck y`all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I`m {Diddy} Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane And dare one of y`all rappin chicks to mention Fox name "What`s Beef?" Beef is when bitches think it`s sweet See y`all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya
1- Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)
[Verse Two] Check, uhh It`s like I`m in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel Sometimes I feel like I`m just too fuckin real I love to stack riches, no disrespect y`all I respect the rap game, but I don`t fuck with rap bitches I`m speakin from my heart It`s not that I`m too good, I`m just hood Been like this from the fuckin start Since I bust my gun in ninety-six Y`all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit You a industry bitch, I`m a in the streets bitch I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs But, other than that it`s just me and my six
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[Verse Three] I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini` rum and whiskey Uhh, proper set off Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy Who y`all know rock Prada like Fox Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste Act like y`all don`t know I keeps gat beneath waist And like a hundred thou` each crib in each safe When Fox come through she have a gun in the place I`m like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan` race? Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin Fuck, y`all only nice around mics like Pippen Shit, to all my thugs that`s Blood`n or Crip`n I`m still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga
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