Bitch

Ali

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    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    Now is you bout it or just talking if so then you'se a b*tch
    Got to get up & make it happen if not then you'se a b*tch
    Complaining & whining dirty you sounding like a b*tch
    If it look like, talk like it must be a b*tch
    [Verse 1]
    I came with Phil niggas with war wounds, true alivers
    I love Destiny but they ain't got nothin' on this survivin'
    f**k Christmas, f**k wishin'
    Listen roaches just missin'
    Hatin' school cause they dissin'
    Sleeping in the kitchen
    You need at least one parent on drugs to fill half our struggle
    This ain't pain it's muscle
    Stand up, Mase ain't a hustle
    Lil' nigga I was gettin' wet
    Young threat
    Too much of a cat
    For a McDonald headset
    Mama havin' breakdowns, Keisha got cancer
    Poor, no insurance, I'm thinking crime is the answer
    I guess Dancer, Donald & Prancer & the Blizzard
    Don't visit the place where life ain't so exquisite
    Is it hardly working cause it ain't working hard
    We hardly had a car
    Now I got a car & a harley
    Reflecting on this smoking, (Singing: I shot the Sheriff) bumpin' Bob Marley
    Thinking damn life a b*tch but I'm glad I ain't one
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 2]
    Stand up on your own don't live off another nigga
    Don't be like D-2 Dirty & straight eat off another nigga
    Gonna ahead & do your thing
    Without disrespecting the game
    You a b*tch & you know it
    Pull up your skirt & let me show it
    Spoiled brat bum
    Took balls & bats from
    Your type
    Matter of fact you a b*tch I took your bike
    Complaining & whining
    I went from the buildings to shining
    Fifty city tours
    Velour
    Minks & blue diamonds
    Twenty-two's on wild bodies
    Errnight a party
    Kickin' it with b*tches wit' lil' waists & wide bodies
    I know niggas with no future that still went to college
    Now they lawyers & doctors
    Mixing it in with street knowledge
    Used to polish
    Adias back when rap was only in Hollis
    Stacey Adams & golf clubs your crew I demolish
    Out the Impala
    Sun roof yellin' ain't nobody hotter
    You a b*tch I got to explode you
    Dirty, I got her
    [Chorus]

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