Anutha Tantrum (explicit)

I had some problems
That no one could seem to solve them
But you had the answer
You told me to take a chance
And learn the ways of love, my baby
And all that it has to offer..
You told me your secret love won't let you down
Ohh allll my love baby...

Da brat:

Hey nigga ain't shit gonna ever change
Between you and your boo.
Put a hold on me ever since i held you
What compelled you to be my nigga
Besides passion and love
You ran up on a real bitch with understanding and trust
Fuck the others, none of them compare to us
And under covers you my muthafucka nigga,
When you stickin my stuff
You laid pipe unlike any other plumber
Took me shoppin all day and at night, you kept me cummin.
Made dinner, collard greens, candied yams and steak.
Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks, and chop weights
Caught a case, cuz you're boy ran his mouth too much.
And it's a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch
But as the days keep passin, keep it actin with stacks of letters
Hit you so you don't forget us
When you'd rather not be livin in the cella
Hella muthafuckas want your occupation
But they can keep pacin, cuz i'm gonna be waitin on my baby...

Chorus:

T-boz:
And all this love, is waiting for you
My baby... sweet darling...
And all this love is waiting for you

Da brat:
Don't worry bout a thing, nigga stay down
As long as you can hang, i'm-a be around

Da brat:
Ran into your boy, had heard he'd spread the word
That you was soft, braggin he collecting your cheese,
And pissing me the fuck off.
The first thought of committing a felony never left
I missed the big breaths you took when we waz puffin an l,
Just the little things you do with the bigger ones i
Saw better sl 500s colorful gucci sweaters and leathers
Diamond letters girl you broke, i saved the sugar for you
Keep the business runnin, droppin off keys in cancun
Cash rules, and you remain to be the king of my throne
Position taken, flippin calender pages till you get home
Wanna blast your boy for snatchin up my happiness
But i regret what'll happen to this dollar foundation
If i'm incarcerated
Too you can make it through, we bail on the jealous
Who tell us the opposite of that,
Forever you and brat
I tried to take the blame, but you prefered to handle my fame
So i'm waitin with open arms to rekindle the flame...

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Anotha tantrum dealin rugged don't give a fuck i'm denied nothin'
Gotta still get it spoiled rotten real wit it deal wit it
Don't you feel me livin' in you
When mothafuckas make promises and can't come through (say 2x)

Whateva obstacles they dig to me from gettin' my way
I gets revenge to the end then begin the fourplay
My forte is sippin' alize and acting up
Looked into your mirror at ya face you started backing up, what the fuck
You slowly stepped away and started panic
As you witness anotha tantrum fantasmatic to keep a niggas frantic your manic
Yall wanna be told shit if i can get it
You might feel my spirit off on anotha mission
Fishin for my next victim with no permission
Switchin bodies had to get some new goddies put on da benz
Jump in da mind in many mens with no patience
The worst thing to do is wait and waste time its constantly slippin away
Take it manipulatin' all ages bring da frustration
Waitin for da left of my cavin to face e-all-lu-cation
Appearing crazy untract but seem daily
Some say shady but so what mothafucka

That i shouldn't smoke weed and shit, huh
That i should cuss and shit, huh
That i shouldn't do the shit i wanna do
You know what i'm sayin'?
But i don't give a fuck about what these niggas think
That's they beliefs, here go mine

I gets embedded in your cerebellum, deeper than the ocean
Focusin' on fuckin' a nigga up, who got jokes?
Provoke me, my vision of lust is money, trust is funny
Too many sheisty motherfuckers comin' for me
One in the chamber, ready for repetition if possible
Hate to mention this, poppin' that nigga, bitch
It be the intellectual, get sexual in a second heffer
You could never be no competition to me
You bit the poison apple, tryin' adapt to this shit
Show you how it happened
While we laughin', diggin' your ditch
And you can get your boys
I got disciples and vicelords
Planted through every city ready, declare war
If you feel i stepped on your toes
It was intentionally
Cause it was meant to be the shit since i found jd
My lyrical thesis broke in pieces
For you pussies who can't feed off it
Everything'll be fine, just hit the weed often

Chorus: repeat 2x

I believe good things come to those that grind
Never take a step back, leave the past behind
Keep your mind on some money and don't ever stop tryin'
And everything'll be fine, everything'll be fine

It's time to let your lighter spark
Crank up the weed session
With one of the best in the midwestern section
Flexin' with no shame
Cause a mi solo female mc's be back in the game
Sun up to sun down i puff leaves
Filled with imported trees from the west indies
Chi-town's finest in more ways than one
Me follow in the path of another, days is done
See i got mic checkin' down to a science
Meanin' i perfected the ways
To shit on you and your alliance
I write the type of shit that'll hypnotize ya
Fuck around and kill your whole click like kaiser
In the streets of prazza, the westside of niggas
Ain't expects, smellin' like cannibus
Can't nothin' handle this
They wanna dismantle this but it will never go down
Shit, cause my beliefs is i'm the baddest around, bitch

Chorus

Now it's the shit, you wanna contest me
Never will you be the opponent left
Leave'em swept off they feet
So so def got that chief shit, keep it brief
Under the covers ain't another bitch bad as me
So i must keep comin'
Keep on runnin' but you can't escape me
I'm in your brain
Remember the bitch you love to hate
She on the paper chase
In any case, but not any rate
Keep the currency's increase, shit ain't cheap
And my belief is to get the money, nigga
So what's the beef to this?
Enough cheese for brat, never endin' g's
Hundred thousand dollar bills by the stack
The weak supportin' my habits
Enough karats for the whole salad
Smokin' cabbage every five minutes
Beginnin' my days rollin' swishes
I never listen to penny pinchin'
Pussy eatin' punks advice
To catch'em slippin' is my theory
Be weary what i bust, make niggas weak
And pack a bleeder, top notch in my speeches

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This that sit, that sosodef shit, check it
One to the two, it ain't a thing for da brat to give it to you
Three to the four in ninety-six brat hit your ass with a whole lot more

Verse 1:

Ay, when i step inside your party yo i turn dat bitch out
Let em know what i'm about this is my fuckin' house
The uncompatible, capital b eyes stay chinky
>from da green inhaled into my body
All spot lookers kill ya search cuz this block on lock
And plus dem little bitches you got don't want no work
Not even to come in contact with
Its ritual to da death that we don't tolerate no wack shit and thats it
All da way crunk half drunk off da remi
Makin' niggas jump speakers pump is all dats in me
Spittin' shit like a semi-auto don't never stop getting cheese
Is da motto you's follow drinking straight from da bottle
Attitude is shitty very inqwery kitty holdin' down the windy city
West side thats right i ain't got no time for joy jappin'
Test me and watch me make something happen

Chorus: das right....umhmm, brat make it happen....
Well....umhmm, i like that, well make it happen...hey

Verse 2:

Uh, she was the one to make it happen when dat bitch went platinum
Ain't nothing average about the magic between me and da mike and da actin'
When asking a question who put it to the test check the record
Hit top hottest rap and r&b single july second
In ninety-four you flew the funk in, ninety-six back again
Committed some moe sinnin' fuckin' up most men and women
The bad seed with mad weed follow no fuckin' leader
True believer in da factor can't no motherfucka beat her
Keep ya feet up brat bout to sweep up, niggas can leap up
And creep up still stay beneath her
Cuz she bust and what to death discuss they between us
Take precaution prepare to bite da dust and just take dat shit as a lost
Collect billboard and soul train awards from my trouble
Crappin' you motherfuckas out and coming back for double
Nice on da dice sippin on hen and ice da time is right
Seven eleven on the first go round with funkdafied i made it happen bitch

Chorus

You wanna know what the fuck i heard, bitch?

I heard you wanna carbon copy me,
Not possible to succeed.
Bustin nigga's kneecaps, cuz greed is fuckin wit weed
Gimme more cheddar than ellie,
No hillbilly from beverly
Heavely sedated, still hated and rated r
You the next victim, and if you flinch you fall
I got that sure shot method guaranteed to make a nigga pause.
Peep the cars i'm in.
Uncountable amount of benjamin's, benzes for all my friends
If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin no fucking sense
Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit
Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory
Unloaded at the end of the story,
I'm on top of the world, nigga...

Chorus:

Sittin on top of the world
Sittin on top of the world
With 50 grand in my hand
Steady puffin on a blunt
Sippin hennessy and coke,
Gimme what you won't.

Sittin on top of the world
Sittin on top of the world
With my legs swingin, jewelry jingling baby
Go head baby.
Lemme hit you with some real pump pump

It's the number one contender
So so def memeber known as brat
Girlfriend offender cuz they man's think i'm all that
Krystal in my lap, chronic chokin me
Nigga's hopin we fall off
But we won't, we don't.
All we do is keep fuckin it up.
While all you do is keep lookin at us.
Known evidence is that i dispense hits
And make more house quakes than prince leavin mother fuckers dense
One of the baddest bitches on the planet.
Act like you know it's the funk bandit dammit, and you can't stand it.
You can run, but you can't hide
From this bad mannered individu-al gal from the west side
Hit em up.
I can't quick stick like the bottom of an ostrich
Hung in your pants
Hotness from your bull-shit
And it's written all over your face
You want my space but ain't got what it takes to take my place...

Chorus

Now best believe i got more trix up my sleeve
Then that silly rabbit
All day dream about g's and how i gots to have it
Gotta weed habit, but i'm still on point,
One of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joint.
It be the b-r-a-t, the mind blower,
The rough rhyme thrower, mother fuckers can't see
Riding drop top roadsters, fuck all that gold stuff
Only triangles dangle when i bust.
You see, niggas round town called this and that,
Said i sound like the pound and my shit was wack.
Dropped the album funkdafied and they thought it was bold,
30 days later, the lp went gold, and i'm...

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