["Set It Off" soundtrack]
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[Chorus 4x:]
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Name callin' hasn't fallen into what I'm runnin'
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I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin'
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?? I'm 'bout to catch a charge
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Bitches that think they hard get snuffed
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Fuck the bodygaurd
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They need to shut the fuck up, or step to me
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All they can do is be mad at me
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Bitch, don't threaten me
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Niggas don't know I'm nice with these
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You pay the price with these
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Come by this pisces, your life cease
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You couldn't see my if you looked at my life like Mary
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Your style is cheesy
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How you gon' beef? You dairy
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Better bewarey, cuz if it's necessary
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Be shoot the joint, I'll leave you somethin' for the tooth fairy
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And all you rappers sellin' more sex than skill, chill
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I'll rip your style, all the while keep my sex appeal
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Don't get it twisted yo, I never really favored you
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And I was raised by my niggas from the Flavor U
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So fuck givin' props where they ain't due, fuck you
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And that nigga who wrote the rhyme for you too
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I got hot, when you play my spot you get laid like rugs
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And you'll never be the woman that your father was
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Stop flirtin' with my last nerve and head south
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Next bitch say somethin' worse, goin' in your mouth
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[Chorus 2x]
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Another bitch after my crown but I don't hate her
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Cuz she couldn't come up if she was gettin' fucked in the elevator
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What, you thought I wouldn't check your chin?
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Though I was your fuckin' friend?
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See you and speak, tonight all that shit ends
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Don't act extra, where you from?
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High post on low income and then some
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Ready to leave your gums numb
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Listenin' to you is like wack sex
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A premature ejactulation
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A quickie, that gets me stressed
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You're doin' it but it don't thrill me
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Bitch, you know you feel me
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Don't get scared now, time to face the real me
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I'm ready to break my foot off in your anal
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Ready to bring you some pain yo
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Comin' up with that playdough
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Style you stole, tried to mix it up and make it blimp
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Sound like Lauryn, with a dash of Lil' Kim
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We know bootleg, Korean, coughin', schemin' ho
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I know it's bootleg cuz they misspelled "misquito"
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What's worse? Your press-ons, hair or gear?
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I should buy your contract, put your ass on hold for another year
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You picked the wrong one, so bring your click
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Now we can handle this like ladies
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Or care to smoke other shit
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[Chorus 2x]
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Makes ya feel like rappers be on some bandwagon shit
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But I gets boogie, quick fix with lyrics
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From toastin' too many spirits
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Fuck all these cheesy bum bitches fakin' these riches
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Niggas representin' for these real live niggas, '96
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What the deal? Chicks pimpin' they sex appeal
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How you feel? (stupid!)
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Got the still now, dead up in your grill
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Bout to go up in your raw, so you industry whore
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Never saw the lights before, now you model and floss
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Overload your hold on piece, when I rock shit like this
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You can't flip, cuz ? be gettin' twisted (what?)
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All that high shit that you be smokin' got you buggin'
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Think that you could step to my crew?
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We be nut smugglin'
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Turnin' rough niggas and the bitch is like "what?"
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Name Callin'
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Queen Latifah |