[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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[Da Brat]
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It's too late now, shit I'm already a convict
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I been convicted, but I done done my time
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Y'knahmsayin? My whole life been turned upside down and inside out
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I done lost a whole GANG of opportunities
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It's hard for me to a muh'fuckin car, a crib
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a condo without a co-signer, shit
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But no matter what I do, where I go
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I got a shadow nigga, and that bitch named felony
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Y'knahmsayin? But I'm STILL a muh'fuckin survivor
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And no matter what y'all think of me, I'm STILL smilin!
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I'm still goin to court, still takin pictures
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Still signin muh'fuckin autographs
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But soon I'ma go crazy, cause I'm tired of tryin to defend myself
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from muh'fuckers that keep tryin to steal my joint
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This So So Def for life nigga, and I'm the motherfuckin Brat
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Don't forget that shit!
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[Chorus]
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Nigga it's Brat (yeah) nigga it's Brat
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That's what all these bitches screamin that, nigga is Brat
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Take a look at me now, I'm 'bout to fire it up
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Nigga oh I think they like me cause I'm fly as fuck
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That's what I'm lookin fo', Brat don't go nowhere see they pay me
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And I'm stackin my paper I need a brand new Mercedes
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They screamin nigga it's Brat (yeah) nigga it's Brat
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That's what all these bitches screamin that, nigga is Brat
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[Da Brat]
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Since the day of my birth, I've been throwin a tantrum
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Bein a menace to society, I die for my family
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I be grippin them hammers, point blank range on them hits
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I was hired by J.D. to blow a hole in you bi-tches
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My motto is pay me, or see my frame in the pen
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When they stopped us from smoke I let one Newport go for ten
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Don't worry I got it ye know
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I'ma give it to you now worse than I gave it to you then
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I'ma beast with the pen
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And my lease in this shit don't never end
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I was destined to win
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Soon as they let a bitch out my life begin
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Then I jumped on the remix
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and realized how much I've been missed my fans
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Feedback, I need that; let's all get high where the weed at?
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It's ladies night and I'm "Funkdafied" ain't no one else like the Brat
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I'm what you like; even with the lights turned out you still see me
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Back on lobster and steak, no more mystery meat
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I got that ghetto love, every nigga and they bitch wanna fuck
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I can't give enough to none of you busters
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'til I'm dead and my casket covered up
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[Chorus]
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[Mister]
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Yeahhhhh, yeah, M.R., some of y'all like hey who's that?
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Explain that later but for now B-R-A-T's back
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I had that Range doin calisthetics just to evac'
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Finally done with weekend visits, no more dealin with hacks
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My homey call, I'll be there, in a lickety split
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You don't want no tensions want no problems kept them tools in my kicks
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So let's get high, mind blowin, now you back in the mix
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Let's get it crackin like the Knicks you makin cake in this beeiiiiitch
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Betty Crocker... Urlacher...
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Keep them hits comin... Hurt Locker...
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How we bomb shit... let's make it happen baby
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Goin off the hook now, saw Da Brat lately?
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But OF COURSE! These niggaz out they mind
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Like where the hell they been? You runnin out of time
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Don't make me [?] on my nuts, these niggaz tryin to ride
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It's Rare Breed, TNT, yeah that's B-side
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[Chorus]
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It's Brat (Tupac Back Remix)
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Da Brat |