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Da Brat » World Premiere
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	Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man Some fine ass girl walked by And she was lookin, I'm lookin back She said uh "JD I love those 20's on your car" I said I beg your motherfuckin pardon Them is Michael Jordan's baby She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin with A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King Uh, holla at 'em Brooklyn is what I'm reppin Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin Cross my path, shots blast instant Extort your ass the kid got henchmens The whole Brooklyn for instance Red dot, ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin A best seller's what I'm inkin Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I'm twistin 'em Rims spin on sick vehicles, look we killin 'em Manson and gas my adrenaline, racin fast Switchin four lanes with weight up in the stash I'm livin so so better now, the so so dash is what I'm sittin on, blowin up so so fast Yeah, uh huh Yo, You really don't wanna get hit Hot lid when I empty the clip Drop kid if you droppin your lip Never know enough about but I talk shit You must wanna eat up my clit Everything we ever did on is sick We don't have a party, we rich We cut it up with anybody we with And I'm the main one, havin to fit Can't nobody do it like this I got a gat by the side like my man Big Stand out on that song he did with me You feelin the presence of So So Def Rest assure we gettin the money crush your label there's no more left Just fables fictional characters I Stay away from those who embellish the truth and LIE I'm kickin the same shit you been used to since "Funkdafied" Let your mind escape, you layed away back and enjoy the RIDE Yeah, I'm rollin on deuce trays Shoot all my Tequila straight Catch me at the bar of the bay I might even buy you a little drank We been choppin paper for years Ain't scared of you niggaz out here Some of ya'll might think we disappear But everytime the resurgence is clear Yo, yo Brooklyn has to be two of the illest Felons to be diluted I do whatever, to foot it Like I wanna do it, like I do it When I done it PUSSY (PUSSY), roll like caine Just rhymin with Benz or present with the Coupe-a Drive my lifestyle down I'm between lines and my new slip 2003, M.O.P. nigga you see My fundamentals of a street life nigga Cuffin her hair, have it over left nothin to fear, BIATCH! Warriorz! (WARRIORZ), Come out and play! (COME OUT AND PLAY) From the dark side, where we reside, we die for (BK) We a whole different breed of men you need to squeeze us in We'll get in where we fit in like BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK Still rockin what's poppin, you still lookin shooken We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn It's like lotto Duke the way we represent it You really gotta be in it to present it, you get it? We God!! Yeah, you see this shit right? You know what I'm sayin, it's So So Def You dig, this is a World Premiere JD, this is a World Premiere You dig? hahaha, yeah And I'm the Brat a tat-tat-tat, you dig
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