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Jeru The Damaja

You wanna front WHAT??Jump up and get bucked The original, Dirty Rotten's fuckin shit up Empty your clip of lyrics, in your chest and gut All punks

a hundred percent true, word to bill clintons mother sexy and brown i met her downtown i said hey lady your (wicked, lickin')body drives the average nigga crazy im jeru

I'm not talking about the queens But the bitches Not the sisters, the bitches Not the young ladies, the bitches The bitches, the bitches Now a queen'

I heard some MC's wanna bring it But a female is one of their strongest men When I step to you, don't seek refuge Make it happen, fuck the rappin' Because

What niggas deal, they last 24 I did in the first Before the doctor cleaned off the afterbirth I kicked a verse, smoked a blunt, shooked the Earth

I got a freaky freaky freak, give you a freak you turns em out I put them hoes in a row and turn out Queens no doubt Don't need a vest, but flow freely

*Premier cuts and scratches Jeru saying "My Mind Spray" for four bars* I annihilate, as I articulate Words of power, your ryhmes are unconfounding so

all my young brothers and sisters Hold ya head, things ain't always what they seem I'm about to give you a dose of reality Real deal {Jeru The Damaja

Well Prophet, it seems like you're in a bit of a jam I hope you can unstick yourself Oh, and what you did to my wife It was nothing, I have others The