[Fat Joe]
Yeah.. uh-huh..
Chill.. hah, yeah..
C’mon..

I’m comin rougher than the roughest motherfucker could get
Playin Russian Roulette, never lost a bet yet
Bluffin, ain’t my style, niggaz ain’t sayin nothin
Cause I’m buckwild without frontin
Raw to the core, I grew up poor
Once I hit the door, I began to explore
Curiosity killed my cat, but not me
because I learned how to kill with agility
I grew up in the South Bronx, punch you in your mouth punk
I know these streets like Fred Sanford knows junk
In the trunk of a car lays a body
Head decapitated, bust him with my shotty
Stabbed the mug, to make sure, he wasn’t comin back
Now police, can picture that, with a Kodak.. huh!
They can’t stop me with a homicide investigation
Cause if they do my crew is hittin up the station
Your best bet, is to let me jet
Cause I bring war, like a vet, when I’m upset.. huh!
I’m not the one you wanna play out in a program
Yo, you better tell them who the hell I am

“This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta” Yeah! (2X)
“This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta” Tell em who the hell I am
“This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta”

[Fat Joe]
Now on the hip-hop tip, I’m no joke
Get live at a jam, and leave a system broke when I spoke
MC’s froze, but I never said freeze
Hopin I don’t hit em like a fucked up disease
Fall up in the club, Mr. Hype for a night
Choke a rapper with a cord, hang him from the lights.. huh!
Now you do wanna mess around with the Fat Man
cause you see my face in every newsstand
Every other magazine from Billboard to Spin
Pick it up and read Fat Joe strikes again
How true, I’m not about weed and brew
I’m just another papichulo like the rest of my crew
So give me the microphone
This jam is dedicated to my main man Tone
Cause he flips, and I flip, and we flip the script
And you know, you don’t wanna get your ass WHIPPED
Party over here, another in the hospital
Lincoln, Memorial, notice that’s how I sent you, hah
I was the one who played the shoot ’em up games
Here’s another patient, and yo what’s my name?

“This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta” Yeah! (2X)
“This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta” Tell em who the hell I am
“This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta”

[Fat Joe]
So I cruise around in the B-M
or in the Benz, hurtin enemies and makin new friends
They shake my hand, smile in my face
The nine’s in my waist, so there won’t be a chase
That’s it, the situation is blown out of proportion
When you leave, you must use caution
Look over your shoulder, even on your block
When I come to visit, you know you’re in shock
So don’t say who is it, act like you know
Kickin down doors is the Gangsta Fat Joe
And I got no time for games
My name is goin down in the gangsta hall of fame

“This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta” Yeah!
“This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta” Tell em who the hell I am
“This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta”

[Fat Joe]
Yeah.. Fat Joe Da Gangsta
Representin in ninety-three
Peace to my man Diamond D
Peace out to my man Ski
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Verse 1, Redman (Reggie Noble) talking to himself:

Yo, yo, yo check this out
Yo, yo we gon go back to the old school right now
Yo, yo Red
Yo, what’s up G?
Yo, yo, yo check this out
I believe there’s no nigga out there as funky as you
True
So, what we’re gonna do, is we’re gonna go back to the old P
Funkadelic
Get the fuck outta here, word?
Remember that old cut you did?
Yeah, yeah
That ol’ P funk cut?
Yeah, make my funk the P funk
Yeah, yeah, that’s it
Well, what we gonna do is we gonna reminisce on that ol’ shit
Word?
We gon go right back to the old school, but before we do
I wanna know is my niggaz in the house?
Hell yeah!
I said is my motherfuckin niggaz in the house?
Hell yeah!
So everybody just light your spliffs up
Yeah
Get your skunk weed and light that shit up
And let the funk be your guiding light
You heard it comin from the lungs of the funkadelic brother himself
More funk than a bag of skunk
Twice the funk that James Brown’s socks
Hit me
Hittin you straight across your notch
Wit a tune
Yo, Redman, drop it

Chorus:

Make my funk, the P funk
I wants to get funked up

Verse 1:

Make my funk the P funk, we thump
Lyrics that bounce the brain, make emcees jump
Sky high
Can’t touch the level so why try?
Fall Guy compare me status to fly guy
Rough and rugged, and brother it takes ten to conquer
That’s why I’m on probation
Ever since three, I cut throats of emcees
Mediocre lyricist who burnt with degrees
Of two-ten
Not from an oven, but mac ten
A mac twenty maybe if I didn’t subtract ten
My background straight from a black mans culture
Want more, buy the video or Redman sculpture
For your mantle, damn you
Too hard to handle
E Double slam once, and Redman slam two
Break hooks, earthquake shook the state of NJ
Okay, bust the big gate
For microphones that have swollen mic cords
PE fights for power
Redman fights for soul power
Funk is strong as a tree trunk
Ask me the flavor
Make mines the P funk

Chorus, Repeat 2X

Verse 2:

I’m back with the funk, chump
You want funk, how many lumps?
I got spunk
I’m well known like Donald Trump
I’m not…
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Niggas might as well (Yeah!)
niggas might as well fuck with me anyway
I got that fire green ha (Haaaaa!)

Verse 1:Noreaga

The way I rhyme sometimes,is reflect my style
When I speak to hoes, Yo i always be foul
Ask em do they suck dick, can they ride me wild
Here’s the day, sit down, lay down,Joe Brown
Here go the low down
Niggas just need to slow down
Melvin what! Yo from as good as it gets
Ya know now, need to slow down, nigga hold down
Flip from Larry, Ya know I hail with my marry
Holla when you hear me, respect me or fear me
Love me or hate me, but you gotta just hear me
Listen to superthug, listen to sometimes
Listen to halfbaked, and listen when thugs rhyme
I aint the best yet, but i’m next in line
It’s like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme
It’s like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme
It’s like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme

Chorus:2x

I’m just a hustla doin what the hustla’s do
I’m just a hustla hustlin with my hustlin crew
I just hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle


Verse 2: Noreaga

yo, I buy twenty for ten dollars, sell it for thirty
take that thirty dollars and I just buy four grams
take that two grand, take like four of my mans
go down to main street then wastelands
whut up, china man, china man, need some coke?
his girl do the wild thing like she know tone loc
she be shakin her ass and love to smoke
let her hit the weed, yo hit the weed
let her hit the weed til she ready to go
I roll a philly skinny, and you know I got plenty
conservitive thug like i’m holdin a penny
jenny craig or jenny jones but bitch it’s jenny
i’m like nore springer, no ring on my finger
in and out of cells like a bell ringer
i’m like hip hop yall niggas is rap singers
and I hate yall you get the middle finger

Chorus 2x

Verse 3: Maze

Yo yo, now when my pen glow, there’s no stoppin my zone
and while yall niggas clone, everything i’m spittin is shown
in my life even now and before
I did us all, the crystal ball in front of me say stay hungry and raw
I pop everything three’s, from my shell to my bottoms
i’m aware, when you shinin niggas watch you
I walk these ??conple?? stones alone shit is hostile
apostle in this grown and known from my eyes view

Verse 4: Musolini

Comin out the hood, we aint have to many choices to live
niggas hustled tryin to duck bids we learned as kids
how to sell drugs, cook grams, and get dubs young thug
snake niggas aint got no love
the same way I pump packs
the same way i spit on these cats
the same way it reflect in my raps
let the dro blow, holdin the fo fo, like BIG kickin in the doe yo
find me with Maze on doe low!

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[Intro]
(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good)
Man: So what’s up with you right now?
Girl: What you mean what’s up with me? What’s up with you?
Man: I’m trying to find out what you want to do
Girl: I think I need to go home chill out, relax
Man: I think you need to go with me and lay down and relax with me
Girl: Naw it’s too early for that
Man: Too early? I been thinking about it for a long time
Girl: But I just met you I don’t do that…on the first date
Man: Been with a man you should have been doing it girl, what’s wrong with
you?
Girl: What’s wrong with you? You ain’t getting none

[DJ Paul]
The shit started off real well
Real swell the bitch was talking lovely
She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8:30
It’ll be my first time hitting this bitch I gotta work
I call me nigga Big L for about two ounces to serve
I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me?
I’m thinking I know I’m anxious this bitch is beeping me
This one right here is too wheezy I’m damn near scared of that
But I’ma let you boys know when I take care of that
I’m pulling up to the crib lights out
I hit her Nextel celli tell her to come on out
Stepping out of the crib sexy looking bad as hell
I’m knowing goddamn well I’m bout to get in that tail
So we pulled out first stop J&S liquor store
Don’t you play no games young boy you know that’s where I gotta go
She talking about going back to my crib but that ain’t trying to happen
I changed the subject poured another cup and I kept on yapping
Jumped on the title of six hoping the hoe peeps game
Hickeys all over her neck so I know she got a man
I’m coming out can we fuck? I’m on my period
Bitch the lies
So I dropped the trick off at the first stop sign
And I’ma holla hoe

[Chorus]
My conversates
I’m trying to fuck on the first date
Weaving all on that oil but still you hesitate
I’m wasting time with this funk ass bitch
Riding round with this drunk ass bitch
Hoe let it bump

[Juicy J]
Chicken chicken
Don’t be tripping
When I’m bout to spit this pimping
Stacking cheese and counting up easy cause you know I’m into winning
Heard your niggas like a pigeon
Punk ass faggotts always switching
See that Lexus that he ride in
I got that strapped on my wrist’n
Come on hoe and stop the fronting
Keep my dick from jumping jumping
Take a shot of fifths and liquor
But I can’t be buying nothing
Where I’m from I can’t be saying
Cause I’m just to cheap for paying
Can’t be hanging drinking drinking
With this guru what a behavior (moan)
Bout to ball the troops to college
Watching haters ow they be falling
Looking for the freaky freakys
That be chewing the dick and swallowing
We can take a short’n riding
Through the cut to reach your housing
We can ride down to the river
While you work on using your mouth’n
Everybody know you going
Bet you probably saying oh no’n
Then I’m gonna teach you lessons
Stranglin all to death and rowing
And your sister know she with it
Cause she let me nigga hit it
Then she get the licking licking
Then she have to pay to quit it

Chorus(x2)

[Lord Infamous]
Bitch I don’t wanna just hold hands
And listen to slow jams
I’m not with that romance
Or candle light slow dance
Hoe why don’t you take a chance?
Ain’t like you ain’t fucked before
Come out those tight ass pants
Stop thinking that I won’t call no more
Don’t listen to the rumors that Lord will school ya and slide
You wanna wine and dine
But don’t wanna bump and grind
There’s plenty hoes that wanna bone
So next time we don’t get it on
The next time you phone
You gets a dial tone bitch

[Koopsta Knicca]
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I was walking in the Wholesale Flower District that day.
And I passed by this place where this old chinese man…
He sometimes sells me weird and exotic cuttings.
‘Cuase he knows, you see that, well, strange plants are my hobby.

He didn’t have anything unusual there that day.
So I was just about to, you know, walk on by.
When suddenly, and without warning,
There was this…
(Total eclipse of the Sun)

It got very dark…
And there was this strange humming sound,
Like something from another world…

And when the light came back this weird plant was just sitting there.
Just, you know, stuck in, uh-among the zinias.
I coulda sworn it hadn’t been there before.
But the old chinese man sold it to me anyways.
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Intro-

This goes out to all the women in the world
Especially her
You know it don?t even matter your age
don?t even matter yo color

Yo fellas I ain?t forget about y?all
This is for everybody who like to dance
just listen to what I?m sayin?
and do it
and take a chance
Chorus-

I put my hand upon your hip
when I dip you dip we dip
You put your hand upon my hip
when you dip I dip we dip
I put my hand upon your hip
when I dip you dip we dip
You put yours and I put mine
and we can get down low and roll it round
Verse 1-

Get on the floor like I said before
y?all remember that down low
Just put a little dip with it
Now put those hips with it
Pop it push it rock it roll it
can?t control it?
I can hold it
It?s all in fun so take a chance
Just get on the floor and do that dance y?all
I know you like it
so don?t try to fight it
Turn around baby let me see it from the back
yeah, I like it like that
Get up now, roll those hips drop down double up on those dips
Freak Nasty wanna see can y?all do this
right like me
Chorus-

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put your hand upon my hip
When you dip I dip we dip
I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put yours and I put mine
And we can dip down low and roll it round
Verse 2-

Back again with the second verse
It?s all clean so I?m not gonna curse
droppin? bass like a bad habit
love all women cause I got to have it
comin? at y?all in stereo
I?m ridin? that thing like a rodeo
hang on baby cause the ride is rough
and
DONT STOP TILL YOU GET ENOUGH

Have them girls in the front
now or later just bumpin? that rump
Raise it up let me see that round
Slap it girl, make it jiggle round
Round and round that rump goes
where it stop yo no one knows
Freak Nasty wanna see if y?all do this right like me
Chorus-

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put your hand upon my hip
When you dip I dip we dip
I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put yours and I put mine
And we can dip down low and roll it round
Bridge-

ANNOUNCER: “Well alright y?all
if you ain?t dippin?, you must be trippin?
if you ain?t doin the down low, you gots to
go to the people thats movin? slow on the
dance flo? yo DJ pump it up some more”
Verse 3-

It?s off to the show in the limo
before the show gotta make that dough
pay them girls what they worth, slip that
money under that skirt
take it off baby let me see
you might get a little more loot chi-chi
string-havin thats so much fun
playin? that side, between them buns
shawty got it on like moms
teasin? me and she know I?m starvin
lick you up then like you down
but I ain?t finished girl turn around!
Like you up and down your back cause
I?m that freak I?m freaky like that
Freak Nasty wanna see can y?all do this
right like me
Chorus-

I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put your hand upon my hip
When you dip I dip we dip
I put my hand upon your hip
When I dip you dip we dip
You put yours and I put mine
then we can dip down low and roll it round
Verse 4-

Settin? it off to another level
you diggin? freak nasty without a shovel?
This is my world; I?m just a squirrel tryin
to get a nut, so what?s up?
Yo DJ, when the party?s getting slow
throw on this jam on and watch them flow
takin? over like in 94 when I had the world
gettin? down low
New Orleans born ATL-livin
Freak Nasty?s what I?m givin?
My juice is sweet like Georgia Peaches
women suck it up like leeches (uh-huh)
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Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da

I don’t know what you mean about nasty feelings, it’s

Let me help you out of this, you were starting to feel a
certain way, violence, resentful.

How do you know that? I told you? I told you that?

That’s right, remember yesterday?

I don’t want to talk about that, I don’t want to talk about it.
Let’s talk about, uh, talk about something else. Ok?

What would you like to talk about?

Uh

Tell me about your son.

My son, yeah well, he took care of me. He’s took care of me
for a long, he still takes care of me. And she takes good, and
she takes care of me. She takes, she takes good care of me.
He takes care of me,
Do you believe it
I have a daughter too.

You don’t have a daughter.

Yeah, I have a dauther, yeah.

A son – you have a son, a son.

No I, no I, all I have, I have
I have a son, I have a son and a daughter, and a daughter.
No, I have a son, daughter, daughter too, and a boy, and a boy

Da Da
Da Da

I’m a little tired now

Well that’s alright, I think that’s enough for today.

I’m feeling rough and kinda hungry too.

Da Da

Who’s my boy?

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INTRO:
Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The Clef is back with some adjustments
Refugee camp
[Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!]
Yo, you see them Refugees right there, they goin in the car

HOOK:
WooWooWooWooWoo
Keys they goin in the trunk
WooWooWooWooWoo
Fiends they don’t give a uh

[Marie Antoinette]
And Flex couldn’t save you even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon be found in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin banks
I’m a fiend for the S-500 I want it
Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop
Chick like me be chasin after cops
And they don’t stop at my block after the Diallo shootin
Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin
Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason
Time and treatin, Air Force One we leavin
Panama red, holdin 52 hands for ransom
My man Johnny Handsome, itchin to cancel ’em
I’m like hold up, wait a minute, let’s get down to buisness
We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I got two hours to kill
We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel

[Supreme C]
Supreme C been after mean figures, ask my lil nigga
Since back in the days, before he was raised
Aint nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
I’m gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address
I come to kick it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you
Why try to hide from accomplice vibe
Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds
Gamble and scramble, F what your man do
It’s all about this husltin game, muscle and fame
Tussels in rain, take aim, blush you with game
My language is unexplainable, switch, changeable
And I stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at you

HOOK

[Hope]
I run up in Da Cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm
A python with poisonous charm, extending my arm
Pushing figures way to the back
Out of your reach, excessive like Fatal Attract
Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spades
I’ll kiss you wit a blade when I think I’m gettin played
Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman
You say you want it, you don’t wanna see the omen
When my sixth sense start flowin I bless like holy water
I don’t wanna die cuz I’m my daddy’s only daughter
But yo, sometimes I see the writin on the wall
You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls
Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fall
Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all
About the night shifters, me, I’ma cypher drifter
My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes

HOOK 2X

[Wyclef]
October 31st I was standing by the sour
These thugs don’t wanna talk they want these Pumas I just bought
Fresh outta school, picked on cuz I’m bilingual
I barely spoke English but the gun language was universal
Ran in the grocery store, spoke to Gabriel
He said, you have problems, here’s a feezy from Israel
Ran back outside, just before I could say… another homicide
Threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin like Jesse Owens
Police showed up, but I was nowhere in existence
Back in the crib thinkin bout what I just did
I’ma police of defense but I’m bound to catch this bid
My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homie
Like a super in the projects wantin rent money
Just when I thought I get my life straight in the states
Is when I found myself climbin down the fire escape
Bodies found in Virginia under the dumpsters, no
18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto’
Flee the scene of the crime before y’all kick the door
No your honor that must be some old rhyme that I wrote
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[Will Smith]
Uh, uh, uh
What?
Whoo! Ha-ha
Yeah mic check
Mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic
Alright now let’s go yo

[Lil’ Kim](Will)
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(Bringing it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
What? What? What? What?

[Will Smith]
Here come the butter baby
Bringing it smooth and hot
Got the staff from K-B
Singing this groove a lot
So I got my spiral notebook
Drink and pen
And then abracadabra y’all, done it again
Married but I flirt a little
Siking the ladies
In the videos I be bringing it like Mike in the 80s
Level of success based on my level of risk
You’ve been yelling for the lyricist
Then reveling this
Old school hip-hop a beat and a rhyme
Some chapters and some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
Flame by hip-hop burns eternal
All aboard on my train to fame
Rappers hoping that it’d rain
Trying to stop the game
But rain can’t stop me
I got a coat in the crib
Hey look y’all yellow bricks quit beefin’ at the whiz, what?

[Lil’ Kim](Will)
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(Uh, bringing it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
What? What? What? What?
(Lil’ Kim y’all what?)

[Lil’ Kim]
Lil’ Kim, Big Will give a damn how y’all feel
Hate, but on the real, Big Will is seven mill
If I wasn’t on top I’d have a lot less ends
I’d most likely have a lot less friends
You know what I learned, let them keep talking
Uh-huh, pull up in an Azure and watch them keep walking
[Will Smith]
Kim haters be making me wanna flip and react
[Kim]
No-no-no, chill Will and let me do that (alright)
Huh, I gotta eat can’t get with broke cats
You know the queen like to be where the money at
I’m the mother, y’all like adopted in this
Call us Mr. and Mrs. Papadapolis
When will y’all learn?
Y’all just interns
You gon’ get what you earn, just wait your turn
I rock telephones with the TV screens
So I can have real phone sex
Know what I mean?

[Lil’ Kim](Will)
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(Bringing it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(Yo I bring it smooth and hot)
What? What? What? What?

[Will Smith]
It’s the fun king, I’ve been doing one thing
Running things for years, give me one swing
And it’s out of here, crack!
Over the fence ladies and gents
Keeping rappers impressed but depressed by my current events
[Kim]
Yes Lord!
[Will]
Big Will swinging the best sword
What’cha flexing for, don’t be testing me boy
Messing with me boy, you’re stepping on the root of a daisy
I have you’re girl saying
[Kim]
Will why you do that to my baby?
Yo Will, what they looking stupid in the face for?
What? I can’t have rocks the size of a baseball
Trust me when I cop I make sure mine cut glass
Never spend my last, like a crack head for the blast
Y’all can kiss my ass acting like you know me
You ain’t got a Rolley, take this one here you owe me
All in together now, wrists looking better now
Screw greyhound bound, I’m getting cheddar now
[Will]
Burrrr! When she step up in the scene!
Who! Ice gleam, y’all scream, “Bow to the Queen!”
Ring on her finger mad phat
Leonardo DiCaprio saw it and caught a flashback
*mouth noise*
All you rappers wanna snap, Jazzy Jeff got my back
*mouth noise*
Lil’ Kim bring it back, Lil’ Kim press the rack
[Lil’ Kim]
Yeah I’m short and sexy, my love’s divine
My name is QB and I blow your mind with the
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[Trick Daddy](Trina)
Who’s bad? Who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s bad?
(Wait hold up)
Who’s bad?

[Trina]
I’m representin’ for the bitches
All eyes on your riches
No time for the little dicks
You see the bigger the dick
The bigger the bank, the bigger the Benz
The better the chance to get close to his rich friends
I’m going after the big man
G-string make his dick stand
Make it quick then slow head by the night stand
Like lightning I wanna nigga with a wedding ring
Bank accounts in the Philippines
Blank note to take everything
See I fuck him in the living room
While his children ain’t home
I make him eat it while my period on
A little nasty ho, red-bone but a classy ho
Young jazzy ho and don’t be scared
If you’re curious just ask me hoes
And yes dick sucking comes quite natural
I’m da baddest bitch what

[Trick Daddy](Trina)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?

[Trina](Trick Daddy)
See I hate hoes who take their niggas on talk shows and for hoes
(Y’all sold fool)
See if I’m ever crossed or ever caught up in the cross
And if it’s your fault ho, I’m going off ho
See I’m unemployed with no boss ho
While y’all sucking dick for free I’m broke off ho
See it pays to be the boss ho
Shit that’s how you floss hoes
X-rated elevated, buck naked
And I’d probably fuck your daddy if your nanny wasn’t there hatin’
Cause I’m da baddest bitch
I’m da baddest bitch what

[Trick Daddy](Trina)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?

[Trina]
I got game for you young hoes
Don’t grow to be a young ho
That’s a no-no
See if you off the chains
Stay ahead of the game, save up buy a condo
Sell the pussy by the grands
And in months you own a Benz
Another week a set of rims
See if I had the chance to be a virgin again
I’d be fucking by the time I’m ten
See y’alls ass is my motto
Dick sucking in the auto
Quick fucking ’bout to follow
On the back of the truck
Or when I’m dead ass drunk
But I don’t get high though
I never took it up the ass
Often tried but I pass
And from what I heard it ain’t bad
I’m a curious bitch who took off to get broke off
From the baby’s dad
Cause I’m da baddest bitch

[Trick Daddy](Trina)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(That’s right I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad?
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