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to Bates quick
Rippin' out braids with bare hands amazes
The crowd, go crazy, hands raised, I'm laced with
Swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it
Hannah Montana, Hannah Montana
Let's make a movie, get it on camera
And it'll be the best of your life
I met her once, hit it twice, that's a hell
Hannah Montana
Real French shit on my fwet du bwee
It's the 3 musketeers
No guest emcee
My Alexandre Dumas when I'm rhyming too raw
Rest in peace Ol'
speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard from the judge
Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo
I'd rather hear Hannah Montana, than half
from the buzz
I speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard from the judge
Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo
I'd rather hear Hannah Montana
right.

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note: The 1st verse relates to the last verse of 'That's What My Baby Likes' 
Recorded by Lucille Bogan as follows: 

'I gets red ripe tomatoes,
repeats in background 4X)
..
(vocal "Only the strong'll survive" repeats in background 4X)
You say be a man, let's go toe to toe
But that was like
Written by keith andes, melvin edmonds and kevon edmonds
Lead vocals: melvin edmonds, kevon edmonds

Hey lady, yes I've been watching you with your
ladies go crazy
They wanna have all my babies
They love me cause I'm famous
And haters hate that I made it
"Oh Baby Oh Baby"
Let me get in your
ladies go crazy, They wanna have all my babies.
They love me because I'm famous, And haters hate that I made it.
Oh baby, Oh baby.
Let me get in your
She wants to lick my body,
And I want to lick her body.
So let's all have a party,
Lick each other,
Let's get naughty.
She thinks that I'm
out and act like a lunatic
He does Donkey Kong and as soon as it gets to my eardrums from his vocal chords
I get hyped up no matter how bored I am he
Mac millies, Daz with Daz Dillies
Dippin through LA where it don't get chilly
I got a attic where I stash my scrilla
Keep a automatic mini heata by
the power, some living a lie
Keeping the truth from the vocal booth
Hoping you cool, big brother scoping you
Ready to get hi-tech and dissect your brain
ya know what the squadron is like
And he can get it too
But I let him die slow death I probably just collectin his food
I'm deadin ya crew
To tell
(screwed vocals)]
Let me start off this letter saying I don't like you too
And the reason why we haven't met because I've been busy dude
But ever since
n****, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, s*** was hard
(Alright)
But once we got through the trials it's all smiles
'Til a big
a ocean of sharks
And a back full a hackmarks

They say I'm fallin' off
Yeah, they better call it off
and get muscle
and find another hustle quick
kissin` and huggin` you (all the time you`re on my mind)
Can`t get you off my mind (you`re on my mind, girl all the time) 
Lead Vocals by Taryll Jackson
The sucker-motherfucker stopper
Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one
So now, let's get the motherfuckin' session
Goin', flowin', it's time to start throwin'
Rhyme, so
get a chance I'ma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
(Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot,
nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the trials it's all smiles
'til a big
Yes, let me dig into your brain, folks falling like rain
Property got me selling things, guess I'm gon' explain
Jane is rolled up, no gangs be
yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the lord rakim
What's the matter g, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You try hard
away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable
Peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello
That's crazy blunts,