*featuring Redman
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[Missy]
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Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy
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[Redman]
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Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin
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I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not
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Doc,hood lynchin, icey flows, I wrtie with wool mittens
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Its two not one, Missy dot dot com, come once in the blue like free hot lunch
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So once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in
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Shoppin at birds are us, murderous, don't blame me, blame the music
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I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you go
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I'm nice battin, I practice when the park is closed
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I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans
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Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model
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I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin
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Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, like open hous on a school night
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Animal House gettin thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly don't give a fuck
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An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck
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[Missy]
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Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans
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Hang down to your knees, its mwa the don-wan, carry on, D.A.N to the danger
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Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger, change up all your rhymes you need beats
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My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee
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See its the shots of Henessey thats in me, Reggie Noble through after me
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[Redman]
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It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck
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I done fucked in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks,used to move weight
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Now you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws and nuts
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Pussy tight jiffy lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up
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Now my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets
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We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee occasion
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One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is blown
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Two minutes later I'll make it hotter, snap you from the vine
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To my um blada a boom glada
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[Missy and Redman]
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So what you wanna do, what you wanna do
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[Redman]
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Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next, an much room Def Squad in the house
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Drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car
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[Missy]
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I'm from the south you better watch your mouth, Its the M.I
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The S.I, if you try then you die, I don't take no mercy on you suckers so
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Would you still be in love baby, if I cut your throat, cut the jokes
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I ain't got no love for yo, no friends with those, who imitate me ya bold
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My style I own, I'ma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe
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I gotta say no more, BITCH!
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Thats right nigga, Its Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh
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Muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh, I'm out
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Dangerous Mouths
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Missy Elliott |