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{Miz Marvel}
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It's the sinister sister, leave mics so hot make hands blister
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Try to catch me but all you heard was "Damn you just missed her"
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Daily means and whereabouts, more secret than a whisper
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Cut sharper than a scissor, lookin for the love elixir
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Like most listeners, let them know it's all in they reach
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Spittin my verbal attack with the impeccable speech
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How bout niggas, gotta keep your dog on a short leesh
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Got 'head speak, If not they try to play us like suckas
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The most commitment, wanted non commitment givin mothafuckas
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Not sayin that all men fall in this category
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But one look in his eyes and I can tell they whole story
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Lookin for a friend or wife for late nate creep if he's horny
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If he's sincere, got G, or pick up lines that corny
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Tryin to say that he adore me, when he don't even know me
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That type of weak game will leave a nigga, poor broke & lonely
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Willin to go and stick anything that let's em stick 'em
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Cuz thru all that bullshit, he's lookin for anotha victim
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Chorus 2X: Jeru The Damaja
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Brrr, stick 'em, hahaha stick 'em
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Brrr, brrr, stick 'em, hahaha, stick 'em
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Brrr, stick 'em, hahaha stick 'em
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Hahahahahaha
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{Miz Marvel}
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Perfect example, it was like Monday the 10th
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Late afternoon, just on my king and it was time well spent
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In any event, this niggas eyein me, it's evident
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Try hard to cement, to ignore his twisted compliments
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He seem hell bent for my time, a hundred percent
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Asked to come to sit at my table, if I was the age of contended
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And no why he would put himself thru such torment
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And despite the corny line, you could see the extent
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That he would go, said he'd pay my rent, dress me and give me dough
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Follow by cants and comments bout my bodies measurements
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I said "I don't drink moet, take loot to get bent
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Or use niggas to pay rent, I'm independent"
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His response that "You heaven sent
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But I haven't met a chick that ain't have a price yet"
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I said "Well, I must be a different type of female
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While bitches waitin to exhale, I plot schemes to black male
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Talkin bout, you wash your car, who you knew and your wealth"
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A new expirement, thinkin this niggas playin himself
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With just his arogance, not to exclude his rude attitude
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How he pursued, relentless references to seein me nude
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The wrong move, this jiggy nigga really thinks he's smooth
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Like he got somethin to prove, and I got nothin to lose
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I know his style, never ran into a femme fatale
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Like you hearin right now, comin thru ya ear canal
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I smile politely, so as not to blow my cover
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Carryin on conversation, knowin that I'm on some other shit
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Should have stopped when he had the chance to quit
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Talkin about his income, and how bout he wanna get some
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Next time we meet, he'll just be the next victim
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Chorus
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{Miz Marvel}
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Like my girl Nina, bangin body and she was cute
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But she'd only fuck with niggas if they had mad loot
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Plenty ice, nice ride, but she'd always have to drive
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Trying to compesate the shit, that as a youth she was deprived
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She survived, only to end up to being 85
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Talkin bout I played that nigga, keep it real baby...
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Anotha Victim
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| Jeru the Damaja |
