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[Intro] Yes my name is Clarice My husband I think he is fuckin the Avon Lady that comes through every day Could you tell me how can I not be a stupid bitch? {Fuck the mail man, you stupid muthafucka} Where my bitches at? [Chorus x3: Lil Dap] These stupid muthafuckas wanna fuck with me, fuck with me And get that ass torn up see Cuz my success, rings from the top of hip hop One day, will rule the game, in the game of hip hop [Lil Dap] You 3 times around the world, were we plannin the mark Settin the art, niggas gettin torn apart Cuz my CD flow through your blood stream yo Cuz niggas is shook to see a little nigga come back Blowin holes in your tracks, watching freaks react Let's take it back, in the Group Home talkin with mack These hoes with tracks, can't fuck around with Lil Dap Yo 30 minutes to war, and we ready to get it on These bati boy, jet like niggas beefin for rap Letras de cancionesGrab my nina from the back, smack that shit outta her black Ready to attack, Group Home is strong like that Watch your back, cuz you made it on like that [Chorus x3] [Melachi The Nutcracker] Aiyo I break date, concentrate on how to make One million straight, by the Y2K Eight mob, puttin suckas on their jobs People got robber trying to flash jewels at bars Roster farayan yellin "Go select a" I'm the Nutcracker, and you know I teach ya Comin from the burks, of street regulator Rhymes out the ash, I dig in my stash Punks through the dash, cuz you get slashed fast 12 O'Clock mass, kneel down and pray Like my man Ray, I got the right one ba-bay So say what you say, or say it in my face I'm like an open case, with no clues to trace Face your defeat, I would like you to meet This punk ass clown who walk down the street [Chorus x2] [Lil Dap] Yo niggas really don't wanna fuck with me Stains like jeans, to tear that ass out the front key My history of rap, got me comin back with the gat I sing on tracks, my ghetto audience they react When I rap, these 89 niggas they bring it back Like dippin in the club, you and your team you rub a dub Press prenub, watch these niggas run the fuck out Without a doubt, I hope these niggas ate there pea sprouts Comin from Brooklyn, yo we explore to get it on Comin from different boroughs and we flauntin the shit If these niggas try to act up, we be packin shit Diggin the drop, the dread set watchin this Walk the streets, serious, but understand this My halomic swing got them kinda lost in The Source These are the days, the 90's and we got to get paid On my niggas, we shine like diamonds on a ring [Chorus x4.5] [Outro] Straight like that, straight like that Uh, straight like that From Letras Mania