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You see? I think it's for me put it down
For my females, ha, hah
let my females shine on this track
You see? I ain't biased, I ain't racist
So I'ma let uhh, Mocha it in

The one boss bitch, not on that horse
Honey, I score with money, I'm all for it
Speak the raw shit, on the floor quick
to be surprised if you think I'm a poor chick
Got off the wall shit, who be more thick?

Plus I can flip, rough up or flatten out four
As for the mic, I can break out or either bless 'em
My style is my own and a shorty test it
So y'all, ramble on, I'ma get my on
Ceram' arm, while y'all scramble on

Want to battle? It's on, I'll take you on
I'll you on a bus, on a boat or up in the air
I'll take you on with the gat, take you on, on the track
I'll take yo' ass on a and you never come back
this a freestyle, these styles ain't free
When I'm done, believe, they got a pile for me

cha know about this, ha?
You know
show you 'bout this, ha?
We gon'
We don't go hits, ha?
Get the
You can never this, ha? Ha?

cha know about this, ha?
You don't
show you 'bout this, ha?
We blow
We go without hits, ha?
Get the
You can never this, ha? Ha?

go 'head and yap on, I'ma keep rap strong
Talk but don't act on, you rap on
(Say what?)
I speak facts to beat and lead tracks
Heed that, relax, feedback? that
Betta ease back, see me slack

Break your kneecaps, then you do three laps
Tryin' to see this half a mil, y'all stacks
For in sacks, Tote, ki's to crack
Wonder why they can't they eyes off me?
Y'all ain't 8, I'm a dime plus 3

Got a 6? I got a stack, got a I got a jet
Got a I got a tec, that's why you not a threat
Wanna how you could be down too?
Cannot do, 'em say ahh, ooh
Been it, put too much into it
And so long, I ran out of pen fluid

What cha about this, ha?
You don't
Lemme show you this, ha?
We gon'
We go without hits, ha?
Get the
You can doubt this, ha? Ha?

What cha about this, ha?
You know
Lemme you 'bout this, ha?
We blow
We go without hits, ha?
Get the

Blue

Y'all assed out, Babe Blue's here
out your mind 'cause my debut's near
All y'all chicks see me when you master yours
I surpass you then I smash your broads
Shorty, don't get hopes high, praise the most high

Babe Blue, livin' loca, I crush all those small hoes,
My go to the store clothes is than your wardrobe
You seein' mine, I walk right in the club
You one of chicks that be in line
Me? out, ice flooded out

Bitch, you nice, please, cut it out
Bronx to the death, we gon' raw
Timbaland got beats, what you talkin' shit
Forget yours, Moch' and Blue, comin'
Bystorm, Z Man, tell me what you do?

What cha about this, ha?
You know
Lemme show you this, ha?
We blow
We go without hits, ha?
Get the
You can doubt this, ha? Ha?

What cha know this, ha?
You don't
Lemme show you this, ha?
We blow
We don't go hits, ha?
Get the
You can never this, ha? Ha?

It ain't

Y'all chicks a lot, now you wanna hate me?
and Blue, Cagney and Lacey
Start the biddin' at 1.2
We gonna show all of y'all what one do

You wanna get the third degree, you never heard of me?
See thugs murder me, deep blood
Hell, nah, see I'm to get my mail ma
But y'all chicks know, so I had to tell y'all

What cha know this, ha?
You know
Lemme show you this, ha?
We gon'
We don't go hits, ha?
Get the
You can doubt this, ha? Ha?

cha know about this, ha?
You don't
Lemme you 'bout this, ha?
We blow
We go without hits, ha?
Get the
You can never this, ha? Ha?

Doubt this, uh, uh, uh,
Let it ride, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Tonight, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(1 2 live)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(1 2 live, baby)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, 1 life 2
What, Uh, uh, uh, uh
What cha know this, ha?