Buck wild outrageous, do what you feel like doin' Tell a motherfucker no when you don't feel like screwin' I did it, you do it, break the ties that bound Keep a motherfucker off you, keep your feet on the ground Hey, fuck you if you can't go for that And a double fuck you from da brat-a-tat-tat Let it all hang loose, never feelin' afflicted Go for what you want and it's called unrestricted May the lord be my witness From the funk to the tantrum now unrestricted The k-town bitch too wicked Chi-villain, they be killin' every mark in the district Can y'all skill match it? Right off kil Patrick from the six-oh-six-fo'-fo' Got hit 'cause ya clip so slow Motherfuckers can't do shit with So So Shine like a twenty inch mo-mo' For the navi' on top of them dubs Hit me in the mug, and deliver the bud Now you talkin' 'bout my gul Terror for the millennium, straight fuckin' up anyone (anyone, shit) Steady bust like a semi gun Murderin' over any drum, comin' out from the dark Here to let you know here she come Can't nobody do what I done Niggas and bitches think they run Finna throw another one of my tantrums redrum And the six-oh-six-fo'-fo' is where I'm from Callin' on my nigga Twista to set this shit off Two of the best motherfuckers on the westside If I need to relieve stress, I get high This the introduction, unrestricted is how I bust in Like a blow to the dome and a severe concussion, shock a ho And niggas that talk about me, all they want 'Cause I'm a bad bitch And I'ma continue to be that till I'm gone Shit, babygirl, you ain't even gotta hurt 'em like that Commit a murder like that Let off like an ass kick and serve a hype track Hit the world like volcanos Earthquakes, bombs, thunder and lightnin' No wonder it's frightening Hoes might as well not come out of hiding 'Cause you really be about to crush 'em Dustin' em off like Hoffman and hush 'em Feel the repercussions of a girl From a place where they're gangsterin' and hustlin' Ballin' and bustin' is all I know Dodge low from my chi flow We smokin' on Fye Bo And work thirty calibers off like Tae-bo In the middle of the function flossin' With a grip no script but legit ballin' Better go on with the shit talkin' I create corpses for caskets and coffins Niggas don't want Twista to spit, I kick that Mobtastic shit Introduction for a raw and sometimes psychotic bitch Oh, I'm the befo', but Da Brat is the after We pimp slap lame bitches just for the laughter All or nothin', never a fraction Yeah, you got it motherfuckin Millie Jackson You bitches You bitches