[Babs]
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Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focused
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Its ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady
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Diddy I see you baby
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Y'all niggaz done met ya match
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I'm somthin like a pimp you bust I bust back
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I game dudes got 'em callin me wifey
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My stomach stay flat baby mothers don't like me, huh
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Chicks this heated then I give 'em my ice see
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I'm the knockout queen y'all hoes don't wanna fight me
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Sexy, brown skin complexion
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Concealed in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah
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I don't pay for nothin at all
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I even get free dutches at the corner store
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Shot caller dudes stop as soon as I speak
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Babs Bunny the black jet queen of the week huh
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I'm fire just what the thugs desire
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Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah
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When I walk down the streets niggaz squeak their tires
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Got every club promoter passin me flyers
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I'm in there V.I.P. a sure night
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With a bottle of haze my weave is so tight
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I'm ready for some action hands in the air
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Crystal over here in the club no beer
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Stuntin bad girl I do it for nothin
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Tight dickies shirt with a pop top button
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Babs repeat it I'm something that the rap game needed
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Thorough bread plus I stay weeded
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[Fred]
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All I need from you, is your word that when I come to the stai
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You gon hold me down
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Cause when you come to M.I.
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I'm gon hold you down
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You know its Freddy p the hit man of the band
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Y'all know how I'm doing it now, shit
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I'm in and out them magazines back to the TV shows
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Attendin business meetings with a 40s and my dirty flows
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Everydays an episode all because them episodes
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Just like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows
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Everyday like valentine
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How I keep it rollin
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Never made a dime from rap¡¦..yet
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I thank them people no my people don't believe it though
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Someone has been leavin those words sayin cold
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You think I don't know you serving coke
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Cuz you ain't a dude alive that couldn't carry their coke
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So it must be them freakin po pos I hope
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They better pray they don't run up wrong
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Or your momma gonna be singin that song
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[Chopper]
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What you say Freddy P ya heard me
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Its Lord Chopper City ya heard me
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Your little brother ya heard me
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I representin the band ya dig to the death
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New Orleans the third ward magnolia
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Let me catch a nigga bootin up ima be like what's hap nigga
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I crush bones and ain't a mothafuckin fat nigga
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You know what type of shit I'm on I let the Mack hit ya
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You cant box my squad, our left jabs quicka
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Then any bitch nigga that tries to come against us
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All my sistas I promise to make it part of my agenda to get ya
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You know what I'm sayin, we see them ninjas
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Hoppin off of them Ducatis choppin you down like timber
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You can try to stop me, I will injure
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Shit my killer instincts like cinder
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I'm a bad boy guerilla making millionaire figures
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Chopper City bout to dis ya
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I can paint you a picture
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[Ness]
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Hey yo Chopper man I dig you like the fuckin shovel man
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Its E Ness the enforcer from the band man
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We the hottest thing since microwave popcorn dog
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Its real its about to go down like this ay yo
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Puffin on sour deezys you know it ain't illegal
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And I never been to Iraq but packin desert eagles I mean
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Call me a liar but the fires back
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Bad boy empire is where the fires at
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I got the Sean John truck with the tires to match
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The whole hood on fire the wires tapped
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Ok this part of the deal
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Bounty huntas all on my heels
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Lookin for me huh somewhere in the Ville
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I takes planes trains, automobiles, boats
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Overseas passport to brazil
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Survival of the fittest
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Nigga I talk it I live it
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Gotta crawl before you walk
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Any nigga can get it
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[Dylan]
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All dance
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For the family ya know
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Elliott ness, me I hold it down til dead
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Before dishonor trust what me tell ya Dylan Dillinger
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Join the family all West Indian, I for
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Lemme see some lighters now,
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Call you
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Ya me, me in a band which is poor in need
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Ya must see, man a don, nah me no blood clot be
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She see me, shot ya eye out
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You no see, see, see, see
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Little more me have to wild out
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With set she see, see
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She check all of me guns
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She plottin theify theify
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Me have a half a pint fa your
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An Eagle eye if |