[Millie Jackson]
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BuckWIIIILD outrageous do what you feel like doin
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til a motherfucker know when you don't feel like screwin
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I did it, you do it, break the ties that bound
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Keep a motherfucker off you, keep your feet on the ground
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HEYYY! FUCK YOU if you can't go for that
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And a double fuck you from Da Brat-a-tat-tat
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Let it +ALL+ hang loose, never feelin afflicted!
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Go for what you want and it's called.. Unrestricted
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[Twista]
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May the Lord be my witness
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From the "Funk" to the "Tantrum" now "Unrestricted"
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The K-Town bitch too weak
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In Chi-villain they be killin every mark in the district
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Can y'all skill match it?
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Right I kill Patrick from the six-oh-six-fo'-fo'
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Got hit cause ya clip so slow
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Motherfuckers can't do shit with "So So"
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Shine like a twenty inch Mo-Mo
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for the Navi' on top of them dub's
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Hit me in the mug, and deliver the bud
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Now you talkin bout my gul
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Terror for the millenium, straight fuckin up anyone
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(hah, anyone.. ssshit) Steady bust like a semi gun
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Murderin over any drum; comin out from the dark
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Here to let you know here she come
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[Da Brat]
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Can't nobody do what I done
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Niggaz and bitches think they run
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Fin' ta throw another one of my "Tantrums" redrum
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And the six-oh-six-fo'-fo' is where I'm from
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Callin on my nigga Twista to set this shit off
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Two of the best motherfuckers on the Westside
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if I need to relieve stress I get high
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This the introduction - Unrestricted is how I bust in
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Like a blow to the dome and a severe concussion, shock a hoe
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And niggaz can talk about me, all they want
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cause I'ma bad bitch
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and I'ma continue to be that, til I'm gone
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[Twista]
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Shit, babygirl you ain't even gotta hurt em like that
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Commit a murder like that
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Let off like a asskick and serve a hype track
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Hit the world like volcanos,
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earthquakes, bombs, thunder and lightnin
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No wonder it's frightening
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Hoes might as well not come out of hiding
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Could you really be about to crush em
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Dustin em off like Hoffman and hush em
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Feel the repercussions of a girl
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from a place where that gangsterin and hustlin
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ballin and bustin so lie low
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Dodge low from my Chi flow
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We smokin up five-oh
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and work thirty calories off like Tae-Bo
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In the middle of the function flossin
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with a grip no script but "Legit Ballin"
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Better go on with the shit talkin
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I create corpses for caskets and coffins
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Niggaz don't want Twista to spit
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I kick that Mobtastic shit
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Introduction for a raw and sometimes psychotic bitch
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[Millie Jackson]
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Oh +I'M+ the befo', but Da Brat is the after
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We pimpslap lame bitches just for the laughter
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All or nothin, never a fraction
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Yeah, you got it.. motherfuckin Mil-lie Jackson
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You BITCHES!
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.. You BITCHES!
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Intro
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Da Brat |