[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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Yall niggas 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 babys mothas dont like me
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Chicks is heated then I give my ice see
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Im the knockout queen yall hos dont wanna fight me
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Sexy brown skin complexion
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Cuz shits in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah
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I dont pay for nothin at all i even get free dutches at the corner store
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Shot caller dudes stop as soon as i see
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Babs bunny the black jet queen of the week huh
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Im 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 niggas squeak their tires
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Got every club for more we passin street flyers
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I been there VIP its a short night
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With a bottle of haze my weave is so tight
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Im ready for some action hands in the air
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Crystal over here in the club no beer
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Struttin 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 im somethin that the rap game needed
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Thorough bread plus i stay weeded
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[Fred]
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Im in and out the magazines back to the tv shows
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Attendin business meetings with the 40s and my 34s
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Every days an episode all because im episode
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Just like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows
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Everydays like valentine hah i keep it rollin
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Never made a dime for rhyme yeah
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I make the people no my people dont beleive it though
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Someone has been leavin no words sayin cold you stack on no you serpico
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Cuz you headin through the line makin and carryin their flow
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So it must be those freaky po pos i hope
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They better pray they dont run no chrome 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 all 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 Third Wall Magnolia
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Let me catch a nigga bootin up ima be like whats hap nigga
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I crush balls and it a mothafuckin fact nigga
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You know what type of shit im 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 im sayin we see them ninjas
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Hoppin off of they cottage and choppin you down like timber
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You can try to stop me i will end ya
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Shit my killer instincts like cinder
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Im a bad boy you better make it
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Make it out fifty
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Chopper city by position i can paint you a picture
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[Ness]
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Hey yo Choppa I dig you like a fuckin shovel man
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You see its ness the enforcer from the band man
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We the hottest thing since microwave popcorn dog
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This is real its about to go down like this hey yo
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Puffin on sour deezys you know it aint legal when i never been to iraq but packin desert
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eagles on me
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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 heals
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Lookin for me huh so were in devilles
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I take the planes trains automobiles boats
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Overseas passport to brazil
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Survival with the fittest nigga i talk it i live it
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Gotta talk before you walk any nigga can get it
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[Dylan]
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We Da Band!!!
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For the family ya know
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Elliot Ness Me ah Hold it down till death
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Before the annaducks what me tell ya
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Dylan Dyllanger!
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Guerrilla family, West Indian hype
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Me ah say somethin like dis
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Come look
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Yo me, me nah born rich, me was poor n needy
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But SEE, man ah die now me nah bloodclot beegie
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See ME, shot ya high up
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You nah see me see see
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Little more me a'go wire up with set CCC
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She check all of me guns n rocs
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Thieft it thieft
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Of all me points legalize cause we need it
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Treat the people like "come out" "yes sir"
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Rule the people with me guns
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Like moses rule with him rod
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BUMBA CLOT!
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We not the warriors with Ouigi
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Me men right chest hard and
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We love the almighty
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Me nah burn out me truck see
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Peal back the back seat
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Shot every area of fools who nah like me (WAH!)
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