Ms. Martin (Explicit)

Yeah  sometimes you gotta fool em
Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man's job  nawmean
In this case  my girl hit like a grown motherf**king man
Y'all niggas better lay low
Catch you in a hurtin  nawmean
Blow your balls off ni**a
Where my girl at
Quick to bust the mack  better believe that
She always got my back  ni**a twirl that
About to blaze a sack  where the w**d at
She don't know how to act  cuz that's 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
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 b**ch talk sh*t  I'm destroy her fetus
Her dead baby popped this p**sy  and his boys can't beat us
Straight strong armin  bombarding  and bogarding
Remi don't write her own rhymes  ni**a  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 sh*t
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 a new B from 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 sh*t  the year start with a 2 sh*t
Next millenium  sell a million  clue sh*t
Exclusive  to tell the truth  y'all useless
Cuz I'm a dime that could rhyme you still on the deuce list
Where my girl at
Quick to bust the mack  better believe that
She always got my back  ni**a twirl that
About to blaze a sack  where the w**d at
She don't know how to act  cuz that's 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
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 a**  car with no gas
Tryin to go fast  I love to hear the guns go blast
I love the sounds of the shells fallin down
Love to smoke w**d  stay blowin trees  f**k liquor
When sh*t get thick  I love to hear my b**ches raise his clique up
You sick  but I'm sicker  plus our guns is bigger
If you really wanna kill us  do it ni**a  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 sh*t
Quick to flip  but your name should be prickless
Cuz every time you open your mouth  you suckin my dick
Talkin sh*t  as if you a soldier ni**a
When you a no cash  low class  doja ni**a
Y'all rock rocks  we bling bling boulders ni**a
Look over your shoulder I'm in the Rover  it's over ni**a
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 f**k  with a aim that never misses
Hugs and kisses never  just slugs and stiches
Thugs and b**ches forever  check the mugshot pictures
F**k the weather  I still got my tan Timbs on
Just copped the pink mink  and winter been gone
I been on this thug sh*t y'all can't seem to f**k wit
My sh*t is hot dogs  to top it off  still spittin mustard
No fair  cuz I don't 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 motherf**ker on the market
Now he got the nicest b**ch  what  Remi Martin
Where my girl at
Quick to bust the mack  better believe that
She always got my back  ni**a twirl that
About to blaze a sack  where the w**d at
She don't know how to act  cuz that's 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