name callin'

name callin hasn't fallen into what i'm runnin

i wouldn't dis another sista 'less she had it comin

name callin hasn't fallen into what i'm runnin

i wouldn't dis another sista 'less she had it comin

hold my heineken

'pache

i'm 'bout to catch a charge

bitches that think they hard get snuff

fuck a bodyguard

they need to shut the fuck up or step to me!

all they could do is be mad at me - bitch

don't threaten me!

niggaz don't know i'm nice with these

you paid the price with these

come by this pisces

your life cease

you couldn't see me if you looked at like mary

your style is cheesy; how you want beef? you dairy

better be wary

cause if it's necessary

we shoot the joints

i'll leave ya somethin for the tooth fairy

and all y'all rappers sellin more sex than skills chill

i'll rip ya style

all the while

keep my sex appeal

don't get it twisted yo

i never really favored you

and i was raised by my niggaz from the flavor u

so fuck givin props where they ain't due

fuck you

and that nigga who wrote the rhyme for you

too

i get hot

when you play my spot you get laid like rugs

and you'll never be the woman that your father was

stop flirtin with my last nerve and head south

next bitch say somethin

i'm goin in your mouth!

another bitch after my crown

but i don't hate her

cause she couldn't come up if she was gettin fucked on the elevator

what

you thought i wouldn't check your chin?

thought i was yo' fuckin friend?! see you and speak? tonight

all that shit ends

don't act extra

where you from?

i post on low income

i did some

ready to leave your gums numb

listenin to you is like wack sex

or premature ejectulation

or quickie that gets me stressed

you doin it but it don't thrill me - bitch

you know you feel me!

don't get scared now

time to face the real me

i'm ready to break my foot off in your anal

ready to bring you some pain yo

comin up with that plain ol'

style you stole

tried to mix it up and make it blend

soundin like lauryn

with a dash of lil' kim

we know

bootleg

korean-coppin schemin hoe

i know it's bootleg cause they misspelled moschino

what's worse

ya press-on

terror gear

i should buy ya contract

put ya ass on hold for another year

you picked the wrong one

so bring yo' clique

now we can handle this like ladies

or get into some ol' other shit

nikki kill it like rappers be on some bandwagon shit

but i gets boogie quick

fit with lyrics

from toastin too many spirits

fuck all these cheesy-bum bitches fakin these riches

niggaz representin for these real live jiggas

'96

what the deal? chicks pimpin they sex appeal

how you feel? got the steel now

dead up in your grill

'bout to go up in you raw

saw you industry whore

never saw the life before

now you modelin flaws

overload ya whole dome piece

when i rock shit like this

you can't flip

cause jiggaboos be gettin twisted

all that hot shit that you be smokin got you buggin

think that you can step to my crew? we be nuts smugglin

ha! turnin ruff niggaz into bitches like what?