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Da Brat lyrics : "Intro (unrestricted)"

[Millie Jackson]
BuckWIIIILD outrageous do what you feel like doin
Til a mother$#&@er know when you don't feel like screwin

I did it, you do it, break the ties that bound
Keep a mother$#&@er off you, keep your feet on the ground
HEYYY! !#@* YOU if you can't go for that

And a double $#&@ 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 (*##$ too weak
In Chi-villain they be killin every mark in the district

Can y'all skill match it?
Right I kill Patrick from the six-oh-six-fo'-fo'
Got hit cause ya clip so slow

Mother$#&@ers can't do %#@! with "So So"
Shine like a twenty inch Mo-Mo
For the Navi' on top of them dub's

Hit me in the mug, and deliver the bud
Now you talkin bout my gul
Terror for the millenium, straight $#&@in up anyone

(hah, anyone.. ss%#@!) Steady bust like a semi gun
Murderin over any drum; comin out from the dark
Here to let you know here she come

[Da Brat]
Can't nobody do what I done

^!$$%z and (*##$es think they run
Fin' ta throw another one of my "Tantrums" redrum
And the six-oh-six-fo'-fo' is where I'm from

Callin on my ^!$$% Twista to set this %#@! off
Two of the best mother$#&@ers 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 hoe
And ^!$$%z can talk about me, all they want

Cause I'ma bad (*##$
And I'ma continue to be that, til I'm gone

%#@!, babygirl you ain't even gotta hurt em like that
Commit a murder like that

Let off like a $$#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
Could 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 that gangsterin and hustlin

Ballin and bustin so lie low
Dodge low from my Chi flow
We smokin up five-oh

And work thirty calories off like Tae-Bo
In the middle of the function flossin
With a grip no script but "Legit Ballin"

Better go on with the %#@! talkin
I create corpses for caskets and coffins
^!$$%z don't want Twista to spit

I kick that Mobtastic %#@!
Introduction for a raw and sometimes psychotic (*##$

[Millie Jackson]
Oh +I'M+ the befo', but Da Brat is the after
We pimpslap lame (*##$es just for the laughter

All or nothin, never a fraction
Yeah, you got it.. mother$#&@in Mil-lie Jackson
You !#$*ES!

.. You !#$*ES!

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