Big Pun, Remy Ma - Ms. Martin lyrics
[Big Pun, Remy Ma - Ms. Martin lyrics]
Yeah, sometimes you gotta fool 'em
Sometimes you gotta send a woman
To do a man's job, knahmean
In this case
My girl hit like a grown motherfuckin' man
Y'all niggas better lay low
Catch you where it hurt, knahmean
Blow your balls off nigga
Where my girl at, quick to bust the MAC
Better believe that
She always got my back, nigga twirl that
About to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She don't know how to act
'cause that's my girl black
With that monster rap, better believe that
You know the Bronx is back
She represent that
'Cause Terror Squad got her back
Some say heed that my niggas love to scrap
I inhale the deepest
Cock back and bust rhymes at your speakers
I'm troubled
Shoot out the air bubbles in your sneakers
The type to cop a Range
Along with all the features
Then take the back streets
To avoid the leeches
A pregnant bitch talk shit
I'ma destroy her fetus
Her dead baby popped this pussy
And his boys can't beat us
Straight strong armin', bombardin'
And bogardin'
Remy don't write her own rhymes, nigga
I beg your pardon
It's Ms martin I done broke
Night in the studio writin'
While fraud broads don't get no publishin
Still be bitin' they kill me lyin
Like they the ones doin the scribin'
When you can hear the ghostwriter
All up in they rhymin' i flows like water
Got this drizzle with little C
Catch me with Pun eatin Skittles in
The middle of Little Italy
Y'all don't know diddly
I spit hot and drop shit
Every time I kick a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip
Take another pull, bust another shot
Y'all can't stop me
Come through in a jail suit
And the new Beef and Broccoli's doin it
If I'm havin a good time and you ruin it
I seen a nice casket that'll look
Good with you in it new improved shit
The year start with a two shit
Next millennium, sell a million, Clue shit
Exclusive, to tell the truth, y'all useless
'Cause, I'm a dime that could rhyme
You still on the deuce list
Where my girl at, quick to bust the MAC
Better believe that
She always got my back, nigga twirl that
About to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She don't know how to act
'cause that's my girl black
With that monster rap, better believe that
You know the Bronx is back
She represent that
'Cause Terror Squad got her back
Some say heed that my niggas love to scrap
Remy Martin, dash, reminisce, slash
Remy, cash like a check in a stash
Me without rhymes is like a
Flynt with no flash
Stripper with no ass, car with no gas
Tryna go fast
I love to hear the guns go blast
I love the sounds of the shells fallin' down
Love to smoke weed, stay blowin' trees
Fuck liquor when shit get thick
I love to hear my bitches raise his clique up
You sick, but I'm sicker
Plus our guns is bigger
If you really wanna kill us
Do it nigga pull the trigga how you figure
You could really come and take what's mine
And all I gotta do is send
A little letter to Rah
He'll send the troops out
My brother don't hesitate to pull a tool out
And I'm his little sis
So he taught me the same shit quick to flip
But your name should be prickless
'Cause every time you open your mouth
You suckin' my dick
Talkin' shit, as if you a soldier, nigga
When you a no cash, low class, doja nigga
Y'all rock rocks, we bling bling boulders
Nigga look over your shoulder I'm in
The Rover, it's over, nigga
Inhale, cock back and bust, just because
I know none of y'all busters is touchin' us
I got the thoroughest thugs and
Baby reminisces that don't give a fuck
With a aim that never misses
Hugs and kisses never
Just slugs and stitches
Thugs and bitches forever
Check the mugshot pictures
Fuck the weather, I still got my tan Timbs on
Just copped the pink mink
And winter been gone
I been on this thug shit y'all
Can't seem to fuck with
My shit is hot dogs, to top it off
Still spittin' mustard no fair
'cause I don't care I go to war wit a musket
Just give me some Oreos
A jar of 'dro and two dutches
'Cause Pun be the nicest
Motherfucker on the market
Now he got the nicest bitch, what
Remy Martin
Where my girl at, quick to bust the MAC
Better believe that
She always got my back, nigga twirl that
About to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She don't know how to act
'cause that's my girl black
With that monster rap, better believe that
You know the Bronx is back
She represent that
'Cause Terror Squad got her back
Some say heed that my niggas love to scrap
Sometimes you gotta send a woman
To do a man's job, knahmean
In this case
My girl hit like a grown motherfuckin' man
Y'all niggas better lay low
Catch you where it hurt, knahmean
Blow your balls off nigga
Where my girl at, quick to bust the MAC
Better believe that
She always got my back, nigga twirl that
About to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She don't know how to act
'cause that's my girl black
With that monster rap, better believe that
You know the Bronx is back
She represent that
'Cause Terror Squad got her back
Some say heed that my niggas love to scrap
I inhale the deepest
Cock back and bust rhymes at your speakers
I'm troubled
Shoot out the air bubbles in your sneakers
The type to cop a Range
Along with all the features
Then take the back streets
To avoid the leeches
A pregnant bitch talk shit
I'ma destroy her fetus
Her dead baby popped this pussy
And his boys can't beat us
Straight strong armin', bombardin'
And bogardin'
Remy don't write her own rhymes, nigga
I beg your pardon
It's Ms martin I done broke
Night in the studio writin'
While fraud broads don't get no publishin
Still be bitin' they kill me lyin
Like they the ones doin the scribin'
When you can hear the ghostwriter
All up in they rhymin' i flows like water
Got this drizzle with little C
Catch me with Pun eatin Skittles in
The middle of Little Italy
Y'all don't know diddly
I spit hot and drop shit
Every time I kick a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip
Take another pull, bust another shot
Y'all can't stop me
Come through in a jail suit
And the new Beef and Broccoli's doin it
If I'm havin a good time and you ruin it
I seen a nice casket that'll look
Good with you in it new improved shit
The year start with a two shit
Next millennium, sell a million, Clue shit
Exclusive, to tell the truth, y'all useless
'Cause, I'm a dime that could rhyme
You still on the deuce list
Where my girl at, quick to bust the MAC
Better believe that
She always got my back, nigga twirl that
About to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She don't know how to act
'cause that's my girl black
With that monster rap, better believe that
You know the Bronx is back
She represent that
'Cause Terror Squad got her back
Some say heed that my niggas love to scrap
Remy Martin, dash, reminisce, slash
Remy, cash like a check in a stash
Me without rhymes is like a
Flynt with no flash
Stripper with no ass, car with no gas
Tryna go fast
I love to hear the guns go blast
I love the sounds of the shells fallin' down
Love to smoke weed, stay blowin' trees
Fuck liquor when shit get thick
I love to hear my bitches raise his clique up
You sick, but I'm sicker
Plus our guns is bigger
If you really wanna kill us
Do it nigga pull the trigga how you figure
You could really come and take what's mine
And all I gotta do is send
A little letter to Rah
He'll send the troops out
My brother don't hesitate to pull a tool out
And I'm his little sis
So he taught me the same shit quick to flip
But your name should be prickless
'Cause every time you open your mouth
You suckin' my dick
Talkin' shit, as if you a soldier, nigga
When you a no cash, low class, doja nigga
Y'all rock rocks, we bling bling boulders
Nigga look over your shoulder I'm in
The Rover, it's over, nigga
Inhale, cock back and bust, just because
I know none of y'all busters is touchin' us
I got the thoroughest thugs and
Baby reminisces that don't give a fuck
With a aim that never misses
Hugs and kisses never
Just slugs and stitches
Thugs and bitches forever
Check the mugshot pictures
Fuck the weather, I still got my tan Timbs on
Just copped the pink mink
And winter been gone
I been on this thug shit y'all
Can't seem to fuck with
My shit is hot dogs, to top it off
Still spittin' mustard no fair
'cause I don't care I go to war wit a musket
Just give me some Oreos
A jar of 'dro and two dutches
'Cause Pun be the nicest
Motherfucker on the market
Now he got the nicest bitch, what
Remy Martin
Where my girl at, quick to bust the MAC
Better believe that
She always got my back, nigga twirl that
About to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She don't know how to act
'cause that's my girl black
With that monster rap, better believe that
You know the Bronx is back
She represent that
'Cause Terror Squad got her back
Some say heed that my niggas love to scrap
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