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Ms. Martin lyrics

Intro: Big Pun
Yeah, sometimes you gotta fool em
Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a manīs job, nawmean?
In this case, my girl hit like a grown motherfucking man
Yīall niggas better lay low
Catch you in a hurtin, nawmean?
Blow your balls off nigga

HOOK: Big Pun
Where my girl at
Quick to bust the mack, better believe that
She always got my back, nigga twirl that
About to blaze a sack, where the weed at
She donīt know how to act, cuz thatīs my girl black
With that monster rap, better believe that
You know the Bronx is back, she represent that
Cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that
My niggas love to scrap

Verse 1: Remi Martin
I inhale the deepest, cock back and bust rhymes at your speakers
Iīm 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, Iīma destroy her fetus
Her dead baby popped this pussy, and his boys canīt beat us
Straight strong armin, bombarding, and bogarding
Remi donīt write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon
Itīs Ms. Martin I done broke night in the studio writin
While fraud broads donīt 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
Yīall donīt 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, yīall canīt stop me
Come through in a jail suit, and a new B from Broccoliīs
Doin it, If Iīm havin a good time and you ruin it
I seen a nice casket thatīll look good with you in it
New improved shit, the year start with a 2 shit
Next millenium, sell a million, clue shit
Exclusive, to tell the truth, yīall useless
Cuz Iīm a dime that could rhyme you still on the deuce list

HOOK

Verse 2:
Remi Martin, dash, reminisce, slash
Remi, 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
Tryin to go fast, I love to hear the guns go blast
(Blau, blau, blau, blau) 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 Iīm 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 whatīs mine
And all I gotta do is send a little letter to Rah
Heīll send the troops out
My brother donīt hesitate to pull a tool out
And Iīm his little sis, so he taught me the same shit
Quick to flip, but your name should be prickless
Cuz 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
Yīall rock rocks, we bling bling boulders nigga
Look over your shoulder Iīm in the Rover, itīs over nigga
Inhale, cock back and bust, just because
I know none of yīall busters is touchin us
I got the thoroughest thugs and, baby reminisces
That donīt give a fuck, with a aim that never misses
Hugs and kisses never, just slugs and stiches
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 yīall canīt seem to fuck wit
My shit is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin mustard
No fair, cuz I donīt care I go to war wit a musket
Just give me some oreos, a jar of dro and two dutches
Cuz Pun be the nicest motherfucker on the market
Now he got the nicest bitch, what, Remi Martin

HOOK




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