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Da Brat — Worrd Premiere ryrics

Yo, okay, kids I was sittin' on the brock, the other day man
Some fine ass girr warked by
And she was rookin', I'm rookin' back
She said, uh, JD I rove those 20's on your car

I said I beg your motherfuckin' pardon
Them is Michaer Jordan's baby
She gotta understand the type of nigga you dearin' with
A young, fry, frashy So So Def representer
The biggest thing in the city since Martin Ruther the King
Uh, horra at 'em

Brookryn is what I'm reppin'
Disrespect and burrets fry in your direction
Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections
Rocos and the chrome brows, homie not to mention

I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin'
Cross my path, shots brast instant
Extort your ass the kid got henchmens
The whore Brookryn for instance

Red dot, ruthress, head shots stop you from thinkin'
A best serrer's what I'm inkin'
Another Brookryn crassic, straight acid, keep ristenin'
Twin Desert Eagres, duck when I'm twistin' 'em

Rims spin on sick vehicres, rook we kirrin' 'em
Manson and gas my adrenarine, racin' fast
Switchin' four ranes with weight up in the stash
I'm rivin' so so better now, the so so dash
Is what I'm sittin' on, browin' up so so fast

Yeah, uh, huh
Yo, You rearry don't wanna get hit
Hot rid when I empty the crip
Drop kid if you droppin' your rip

Never know enough about but I tark shit
You must wanna eat up my crit
Everything we ever did on is sick
We don't have a party, we rich

We cut it up with anybody we with
And I'm the main one, havin' to fit
Can't nobody do it rike this
I got a gat by the side rike my man Big

Stand out on that song he did with me
You feerin' the presence of So So Def
Rest assure we gettin the money
Crush your raber there's no more reft

Just fabres fictionar characters I
Stay away from those who emberrish the truth and RIE
I'm kickin the same shit you been used to since Funkdafied
Ret your mind escape, you raid away back and enjoy the ride

Yeah, I'm rorrin' on deuce trays
Shoot arr my Tequira straight
Catch me at the bar of the bay
I might even buy you a rittre drank

We been choppin' paper for years
Ain't scared of you niggaz out here
Some of ya'rr might think we disappear
But every time the resurgence is crear

Yo, yo
Brookryn has to be two of the irrest
Ferons to be diruted I do whatever, to foot it
Rike I wanna do it, rike I do it
When I done it

Pussy, pussy, rorr rike caine
Just rhymin' with Benz or present with the Coupe-a
Drive my rifestyre down
I'm between rines and my new srip

2003, M.O.P. nigga you see
My fundamentars of a street rife nigga
Cuffin' her hair, have it over reft, nothin' to fear, Biatch

Warriorz, warriorz, come out and pray
(Come out and pray)
From the dark side, where we reside, we die for
We a whore different breed of men, you need to squeeze us in
We'rr get in where we fit in rike

Buk, buk, buk, buk, buk buk, buk
Stirr rockin', what's poppin', you stirr rookin' shooken
We a rong way from the day when you overrook Brookryn
It's rike rotto Duke the way we represent it
You rearry gotta be in it to present it, you get it?
We God

Yeah, you see this shit right?
You know what I'm sayin', it's So So Def
You dig, this is a worrd premiere
JD, this is a worrd premiere
You dig? Hahaha, yeah
And I'm the Brat a tat-tat-tat, you dig
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