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I, I came to put it down



Straight from New York to da A-Town



Haters wanna see me down



I ain’t even put, put, put it down





And when I’m flippin’ the script and they gon be like-Oh



And if I skip em’ or chip em’ they gon be like-No



Cause when I’m spittin’ they sittin’ cause they already-Know





This Real Music I Make It Hot





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It’s Little Mama voice of the young people



Mouthpiece for the young breeze so slow ya speed..Whoa!



I’m about dat fetty, about that dat dough, about dat flow



After me that’s as far as it goes



Cause Little Mama got whips and chains



The only time you see it bark is at a tear for I’m a walk ya game



Been G’d up since Hawk was lain



So you doubt me you doubt ya brain



Must, must be insane to ever thinkin’ that a chick like B could ever, ever see a chick like me



That’s Crazy!



And if you ever thought that it might be



Then you betta step ya J-O-B, Up Baby!



Been crazy since I was a baby!



Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazy



Let the whole world know I gets crazy!



Wit da music I make it hot





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Hot, hot my lyrics be popping



Oh how I could just spit it so sloppy



The way that I be rocking they probably think I’m cocky



But they don’t know about me I grab it til I lock it-Down



They pointin’ fingaz and chose me cause I’m a hold it-Down



I’m spittin records and bet this you can’t control it-Now



They spinning’ records and notice that I’ma hold it-Down



Wit da music I make it pop





Pop, Pop dough school, pro tool,



Get in da booth and I’ma show you how a pro do



Me to you whom



Not even I could stand up when I



Why try look, my eyes don’t lie



I don’t see nobody close as I



I been lookin’ through my periphial vision and I



Start to wonder hypnosed is I



Nobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I,





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It’s Little Mama!



Voice of the Young People!





This Real Music I Make It Hot



It’s Little Mama!!!!