[Greg Street]
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Life After Death the mixtape, Da Brat
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You know the swag is crazy, you know the verse is crazy
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So So Def got the beats so
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it's go time, it's the return, and she never went nowhere
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The B-R-A-T!
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[Jermaine Dupri - echoing]
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This is a, So So Def, world premier
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A world, premier
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So So Def, world premier
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[Chorus: repeat 8X]
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Dumb stupid crazy, spittin harder than a muh'fucker
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[Da Brat]
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Yo, I want 'em lined up
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'Bout a block and a half, tryin to get on in
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My Benz shined up
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With the windows down, so they can see on in
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And they can watch me drive up
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And it's written all over they face
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They know the place about to get liver
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Cause when I enter the building I give these niggaz the feelin
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Like "Oh my God, is it really who I think it is?"
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They 'bout to get fired up
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and start sendin me bottles before I make it to my table
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Like I ain't already made reservations in V.I.P.
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With a couple of cases there waitin on me
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I'm fly as fuck
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So they start comin at me tryin to spit that game
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If it's lame I'ma they Daytona Tired off
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Then I gotta walk away
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cause I'm headed to the DJ booth, he drink Grey Goose
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Gotta make sho' he's straight, cause he cool
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He plays anything I want him to
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I deserve a stiff drank or two
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Look at all the bullshit I been through
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Been to hell, came back
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My breed rare - name Brat
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[Chorus]
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[Twista]
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Twista! Know when to drawbridge
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Here come the King of Vocal Choreography
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and I'ma be the one that gotta be
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goin bananas when I spit it for Da Brat
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I'ma never do it sloppily, even though I'm a oddity
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Product of insanity, vocal chemistry off of the meter
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Out of another dimension when I perform
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Killin off your family if they don't finish me
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Full of energy, make 'em a memory soon as I get warm
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Show 'em all I'm the truth
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Put me in a straightjacket because I throw up in the booth
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Eyes roll up back in my head
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'Fin to be vivid and when I'm mental
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I'm makin a nigga not know what to do and I think
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everybody hate me! Now I'm fin' to murder 'em all
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But what I spit so cold, it's the crazies
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Watch as I get dumb, bust a verbal dum dum
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Make a motherfucker run like a dog with rabies
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"House of 1,000 Corpses"
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Leavin heads that be talkin shit spattered on porches
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Amityville horror, a devil's reject
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Spirit of a gangbanger, ready to penetrate your fortress
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Makin sure we leave a lot of blood
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Get Da Brat back down now muh'fucker what?
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So everybody show love
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Or give a hug or salute when you see us in the club
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We go
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[Chorus]
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[Da Brat]
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Muh'fucker! [4X]
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Dumb Stupid Crazy
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Da Brat |