| Silly little girl, in a men’s world, wish I could fly
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| Dilly lilly pearl, caught up in a twirl, of a butterfly
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| Ladadadadi, ladadadada, wish I could fly
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| Silly little girl, caught up in this world, of lullaby
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| See when the, mics go on, the lights go on
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| It’s like Muhammad Ali, and Tyson sparring
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| I take a, stab at you, a jab at you
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| I do 'em, Carrey style, I make 'em laught at you
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| Try me, ain’t nothing worse than a little defeat
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| From trying to weak a sleeping giant that ain’t even asleep
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| I’m not your ordinary shorty, I be bobbing and weaving
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| Don’t even give me no excuses, just to knock a few teeth in
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| Bust a shot like it’s semen, you do not want to see it
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| Have you in predicaments, you do not wanna be in
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| The last man to try, the last man to die
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| Wiggle my toes, then turn to the last samurai
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| Move, who not to scare to die, we runnin' wit our spears
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| To the sky, screaming Bis Mi Allah
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| So please be advised, cuz she’s gonna light up the trails
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| Better listen to them old wise tales
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| Without warning, shit could get real appaling
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| And invalid, don’t even know what to call it
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| S.I.O., or you could call me bad business
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| Talking eyes, while your boys in the hood, down to menace
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| The skull smasher, basher, chicken head mangler
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| Then use you as a tool for my misplaced anger
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| The dude ripper, cuz they don’t even see me come out
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| I blind side 'em, 'fore they can even get they guns out
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| Now who next to try, who next to die
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| What you call fighting for your life, I call exercise
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| Huh, coming through, looking like Lucy Liu
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| Whipping shanks out, running down the block, WHOODI-WHO
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| Ooh, you acting all intusive, we rolling kinda deep
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| Up in this piece, now don’t be foolish
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| Don’t make a sister lose it, that would not be condusive
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| But wouldn’t be the first time people die, for something stupid, stupid
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| Here we go, baby, it’s Dirty Harriet
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| Digga digga ya’ll |