Текст песни Bitchez Wit Dikz - Jeru the Damaja
F/
Lil
Dap,
Miz
Marvel
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
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!*
{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
(Bitch!
scratched
over
and
over)
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2 Great Solar Stance
3 Verbal Battle
4 Bitchez Wit Dikz
5 Seinfeld
6 Renegade Slave
7 Presha
8 Superhumanz N Luv
9 Anotha Victim
10 Blue Jean (Safe Sex)
11 Blak Luv
12 What A Day
13 MizMarvel
14 99.9 Pacent
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