Jeru The Damaja - Bitchezwit Dikz - Sözleri

f/ Lil Dap, Miz Marvel







Intro: Jeru The Damaja



Yes yes





Check it out right here now, knowhatimean?

Henryville, the muthafuckin bitchez wit dikz



That's in the midst, 

of the real brothers whose the true wonders





Knowhatimsayin? Talkin all that shit about this and this and that





But fakin shit, I'mma drop it like this





{Jeru The Damaja

Bad bitches and techs, and sound affects







Talk but skate like Tara Lipinski, when shit get hec-tic

Out in Brooklyn, too late you's a vick



And if spend major dough on a hoe, you a bitch ass trick



Pimps and players, no I'm not a hater





'cause I smashed it off, she bust me down I ain't pay her



Shoutin youse a regulator, 

soft like C3PO, but pop shit like Darth Vader



For Princess Leia, with flesh hard like Shaggy



Your booty, when shit get raw you Doo like Scooby

I'm snatching chains, mics and those platinum groupies







Dutches, chins, and hips get twist

And let it be known, I eat ya'll pussies like a porno movie



Drop that bitch with a dick, and get a nigga like this









Chorus: Jeru The Damaja (Miz Marvel)





You never see him the in the ghetto (Bitchez Wit Dikz)



Think they pimps, but they tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz)



Turn to states evidence (Bitchez Wit Dikz)



When beef come they skip (Bitchez Wit Dikz)



*bitch!*



You never see him the in the ghetto (Bitchez Wit Dikz)



Think they pimps, but they tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz)



When beef come they skip (Bitchez Wit Dikz)



Turn to states evidence (Bitchez Wit Dikz)



*bitch!*







{Lil Dap



You niggas are like East New York waste, spit in your face



Open your mouth, swallow the taste, listen to the pace



It's like showin the love, the same thing as pullin the club



Spit it out, ya hoes know what this shit is about



Bitchez wit dicks, and make a nigga mad as shit



Cough the cough, when singing thru the streets of New York



Holdin it down, but wavin my banner all around





'cause these whole motherfuckers, wanna round are town

Thinkin they down, but dont know BK grounds



*bitch!*







Chorus







{Miz Marvel



The next contestant left to be a secret lethal weapon



Against half steppin, niggas is fake, 



I scope them first impression



Take the mics possession, with the greatest discretion



And quick wit, fully equipped, mental lie detection



Ya eyes cross like an intersection



You forget to count your blessings, all in the mix



Sold your soul for it's weight in gold bricks



Bitchez wit dikz, with chips like chicks



Only talk with snares and tits



In the time of revolution, be the first to submit



Try to be God, but there mental seem unfit



Speakin mathematics, but quick to kiss a crucifix



Won't admit that their style is rip and counterfeited



Contradict, sell their men to bang their fit, a moving target

Thrown into the bottomless pit, bitchez wit dikz









Chorus







(bitch! scratched over and over)

														   

														   



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