(B-I-T-C-H) You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H (B-I-T-C-H) You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H (B-I-T-C-H) You're jus a B-(B)-I-(I)-T-C-H (B-I-T-C-H) You're jus
K J L H, you ain't about nuttin' You just a bunch of punk bourgeoisie black suckers And this one's for me You won't play no Public Enemy You ain't playin
you If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereens Cocksucker take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing (One thing) I came, I saw, I
't like it No, we love it I got a mommy with a body, don't touch it You can't fuck wit Young Easy, I on the Just Blaze production You get nothin' We get
't leave You opened the door, God, I'm at you annually An' I'm sorry Miss Rosie Perez I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is But you can't give
not jealousy, jealousy I know that, I know that you're pimpin', you're pimpin' I know that, I know that so I'm flippin', I'm flippin' I ain't a pimp
you want to 'Cause I'ma B R A V E H E A R T from Q B Put 'em up Throw your hands up 'cuz we wanna dance Don't be afraid just take a chance 'Cuz this
the animal Not a vegetarian, I'm more like a cannibal I'm comin' hard, I'm comin' hard, you can't stop the press Ak is a madman and I'm grabbin' hostages
beg a *** to stay But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life Now this is for the B's and the C's, and
dismiss you Oh boy, I gets more chips than ahoy I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully I ain't never had
3 days Poppin' p***, it goes down for real Don't stop, just keep rollin' down hill Crash and burn, can't stand, fall back You're doin' too much, you can't
, girl You gotta get a little closer, girl I ain't tippin' no mo' 'til you get buck booty Wanna see you a*** naked like you're in a f*** movie Shake
you wanna change for the children with a comma? For who? Me, I, myself, you know the one Doing what I gotta do when I do, come I just get off, not just that, yo I say I
but I got country cousins It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin' The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin' The flame you
Yeah! Come on! What it is? It's the P-L-A -N-E-T R-O-C-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play
Catch a corner with a Trill player like myself I'm a flip you through H Town Know what I'm sayin I'm a keep it real with you I'm a pour ya skee taste,
a** shook And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook You all in b****, sit down when you piss Sweet a**, you a h**, watch I blow you a kiss To my
times I kilt ya I burnt ya, I drowned ya, I froze ya I stripped your land and destroyed ya culture Next time you better give me some R-e-s-p-e (c-t) now
