at a nigga If ya down with yella boy won't chat holla at a nigga If ya down with lil' slim just holla at a nigga If ya down with ms. tee won't cha holla
blunt the hos was nothin' nice The big man started to make fight Chairs started flyin' in the air But when you at newtons nobody don't care Then ms. tee
my white tee Yup (In my white tee) Yup (In my white tee) Yup (In my white tee) Yup (In my white tee) Yup (In my white tee) Yup (In my white tee) Yup (
ras claat, bdp stand alone 1990 lyrics 'pon the microphone Every posse know we come in the dance We teach reality-ta-tee an' Reality, reality-ta-ta-tee
what this is my nigga (The creased khaki flow) The creased khaki flow ykno what I'm talking about, that gangsta shit, what else (the white tee spit)
real Cause me and my niggas ride, and we kill Causin homicides, that's the deal I'm bringin what a nigga feel Caps get peeled [Chorus]2x [Ms. Tee]
words were a little bit cold a little bit trife Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life Chorus: [Ms. Tee] Niggas.......they comin' to get'cha You betta
you wanna w-I-f-e me And it's tight upon entry, nickname her kitty cat of the century No hoe chick, wanna hit it in my tee-pee Gotta tripod let's do the
I remember when the mainstream hated rap music When James Brown samples was the new shit I yelled BOX like Cool J on some Krush Groove shit Dapper Dan shit, Ms
I know, we gon represent it everywhere we go and every time we drop hits, for hittin' everything we spit it gots to be the shit so gimme a fresh white tee
(feat. Ms. Tee) [Ms. Tee] When we met I thought we were ment to be Now you listening to your friends, you doggin me (doggin me) I'm sitting at home
my words were a little bit cold a little bit trife Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life Chorus: [Ms. Tee] Niggas.......they comin' to get'cha You betta
ras claat, BDP stand alone 1990 lyrics 'pon the microphone Every posse KNOW we come in the dance we teach reality-ta-tee an' reality, reality-ta-ta-tee
readin, Chubb never had a clue and this is not what I was taught in school and decoyed, made every grade was a ploy that mislead the head of the Bad Boy - Robin! [Ms
know what this is my nigga (The creased khaki flow) The creased khaki flow ykno what I'm talking about, that gangsta shit, what else (the white tee spit
Holton Street Dean Street (click clack) President (uh huh) Nostril out (DP's) Orange Al (RPG's) Tee Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn Come on, Come on