(feat. Streetlife, Sunny Valentine, Tash Mahogany)
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[Chorus: Sunny Valentine (Tash Mahogany)]
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She's my number one gangsta chick (my starter) She's my number one starter chick
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She's my number one drafted pick, she's my number one line on the hit
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I only wanna see it (my starter) It's truly needed, When the ball drops...
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Anything she say, you know I'm gonna do (my starter)
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Watch out, watch out, when that ball drops...
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[Streetlife]
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You'se a starter, like Candice Parker
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Take flight like Skywalker, might wolf it on ya father
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Still the athlete, play of the week
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G.P.A. 4.0 and the game's complete
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Skintone buttercream, all defensive team
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Dreamgirl like Jennifer Hudson, you're my Queen
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To be, I'm ya King, keep ya under the wing
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Together we can capture the ring
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You the human highlight, body type, just right
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Hairdo stay tight, go hard ball all night
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All-star shine so bright
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Hall of famer, about to take the game to new heights
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You're my number one draft pick, Madonna classic
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No look dunks to the basket
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Yeah, yeah, that's mine, that's mine...
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[Chorus]
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[GZA]
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Blunt smoke, fifth hundred stroke
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I'm going nuts, full clip, shoot up her fat lips
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And round butt, catch Heat when I'm In Too Deep
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The answer beeps, she take dives on the busiest streets
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Whatever situation or the circumstances
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Outdoor, indoor, she's taking the chances
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Hotel, motel or Holiday Inn
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Overlooking that bible, she continued to sin
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Spread wide on the desk, paperwork all in a mess
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While the ceiling fan blowing her dress
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Ten minutes of jerking along with the slurping
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Her skirt hid her talent until I raised the curtains
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Showtime at the Apollo, she'll follow my lead
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Then get on her knees, then swallow her pride
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Strapped and ready to ride
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[Chorus]
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Yeah, that's my down bitch
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That's my down bitch, anything she do for her man
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If it's lying on the stand, fish frying in the pan
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She a Queen like Liz the third, wicked curves
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On her word, stay still, rocking linens and furs
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While she do it in the sack, jazz music in the back
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Flat blew a nigga back, act two, I'm into that
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Damn right, she the star of my team
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When we stepped on the strip, baby girl, we the heart of the scene
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Whether Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan or Queens
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Staten Island, she styling, if not, she's not seen
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Playboy status, every man's lust
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She acting all shy, but she likes handcuffs
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[U-God]
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I'm the first on the court, first to hit the dance floor
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The floss in this rap sport, what more can ya ask for?
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Let ya glass pour, Wu-Tang is here now
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All my Independent Women, time to let ya hair down
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Bottles popping, everything is fair ground
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Fresh legs, window shopping, can't help to stare it down
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You'se a starter cuz I chose ya first
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Baby, you'se a starter, where you throw that skirt
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Lady, you'se a starter, where ya hold it down
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Yeah, I'm Cold Blooded, then ya love my style
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This is rush hour traffic, first one to merk off
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It's like clockwork, first to get ya work off
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I'm the workhorse, Killa Bee performer
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Pro darter, starter, not a bench warmer, what?
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: kung fu sample]
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You've learned how to kill
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Every moved you've learned is trained to that end
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Yet, we wish to preserve life
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The first thing to learn, is that difference
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Then you can start training with us, from the beginning
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Starter
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Wu-Tang Clan |