Lyrics 2 Much - Sasha , Blaise , DJ Jimmy Jatt , Bouqui
Still
the
Definition
Cool
DJ
Jimmy
Jatt
in
here
I
got
all
my
chicks
with
me
Bouqui
Kemistry
Sasha
About
to
spit
fire
It's
Blaise,
y'all
I
bring
the
heat
when
I
hear
a
dope
beat
I'm
a
top
dealer
woman
Not
I'm
the
baddest
legal
drug
on
your
street
Legal
drug,
man
Music
is
the
opium
me
and
all
my
people
Naija
people
we
unrivaled,
we
got
no
equal
(c'mon)
Mathematically,
I
expand
exponentially
I
take
over
eventually,
I
got
my
eye
on
the
industry
I
do
it
like
never
been
done
before
Take
'em
down
to
the
ground,
spread
eagle
on
all
floor
(yeah)
Hardcore,
what
for?
I
never
play
hard,
I
play
smart
You
showing
all
your
aces,
save
my
best
card
You
could
be
the
king,
I'll
be
the
joker
Your
one
move
from
me
is
game
over
(game
over)
Games
I
never
like
to
play
'em,
if
I
had
to
play
'em
I
play
the
Canon
like
the
Israelites
did
to
Canaan
I'm
Mortal
Combat
celebrity,
I
never
just
finish
I'm
ending
with
fatality
(osha
mo)
It's
like
any
mic
we
rock
we
own
Major
league
chicks
about
to
set
the
tone
We
too
much,
we
too
much
We
too
much,
we
too
much
It's
too
hot
(c'mon),
it's
best
you
don't
touch
(don't
touch)
It's
like
any
mic
we
rock
we
own
(welcoming)
Major
league
chicks
about
to
set
the
tone
(sexy)
We
too
much,
we
too
much
(sassy)
We
too
much,
we
too
much
(it's
Sasha)
It's
too
hot,
it's
best
you
don't
touch
(yo,
yo)
They
are
afraid
to
say
my
name
is
why
they
whispering
When
I
come
through
straight
repping
for
the
females
So
now
they
wanna
boo
(yeah)
Heard
cats
had
my
name
in
a
diss
I
never
get
pissed
Mind
on
the
grind,
gotta
make
mad
hits
But
magnets
when
I
own
the
stage
Turn
your
back
on
me,
I
become
the
lady
of
rage
I'm
not
available
for
small
talk,
got
the
whole
world
to
work
Rumor
has
it
I'm
the
realest
star
(c'mon)
Heat
blazing
to
fill
the
void
But
the
pressure
get
me
under
I
had
to
redeploy
Got
the
limelight
got
my
rhymes
right
and
my
fans
tight
Tryna
get
a
chart
two
rating
then
I
get
it
right
Them
know
you?
See
I
no
dey
fear
Albums
been
ready,
drops
this
year
So
Jesse
laylow
review
your
tactics
'Cause
anything
you
come
up
with
is
gonna
lack
It's
like
any
mic
we
rock
we
own
Major
league
chicks
about
to
set
the
tone
We
too
much,
we
too
much
We
too
much,
we
too
much
It's
too
hot,
it's
best
you
don't
touch
(don't
touch)
It's
like
any
mic
we
rock
we
own
(right
about
now)
Major
league
chicks
about
to
set
the
tone
We
too
much,
we
too
much
(you
know
who
I'm
talking
about)
We
too
much,
we
too
much
(it's
Kemistry,
baby)
It's
too
hot,
it's
best
you
don't
touch
(yeah!)
Yo,
miss
Kemi
just
like
a
semi
Automatic
to
the
brain
while
I
drop
bombs
with
pain
(c'mon)
Can
you
stand
my
rage?
Get
prepared
'cause
I'm
coming
Naija
best
kept
secret
is
what
they
humming
What
I'm
gonna
do
with
mics
like
gas
and
things
Hungry
for
the
money,
diamond,
and
platinum
red
'Cause
all
the
glory
that
fame
and
fortune
brings
Can't
stop,
won't
stop,
it's
not
the
quietest
thing
A
material
girl,
so
what?
Call
me
Madonna
Intellectual
girl,
I'm
about
to
be
the
eight
wonder
(yeah)
Shake
this
planet
with
my
storm
and
my
thunder
Have
them
screaming
my
name
from
the
US
to
down
under
My
ambition
baby,
go
ahead
tryna
stop
me
(c'mon)
Chickens
that
wanna
beef,
but
the
game
is
all
snappy
Make
a
whole
lot
of
noise,
but
you
ain't
saying
much
pappi
Got
a
message
to
the
haters
can't
touch
me
(too
much
joor!)
It's
like
any
mic
we
rock
we
on
Major
league
chicks
about
to
set
the
tone
We
too
much,
we
too
much
We
too
much,
we
too
much
It's
too
hot,
it's
best
you
don't
touch
(don't
touch)
It's
like
any
mic
we
rock
we
on
(still
one
more
to
go)
Major
league
chicks
about
to
set
the
tone
(one
last
chick)
We
too
much,
we
too
much
(about
now)
We
too
much,
we
too
much
It's
too
hot,
it's
best
you
don't
touch
(BOUQUI,
c'mon!)
Yo,
my
mic
is
my
pen
my
beat
my
paper
I
affect
your
confidence,
I
make
you
stutter
C-C-Can't
catch
my
brains
and
thank
God
to
do
both
Go
home
write
it
down
and
read
it
out
slowly
Again
and
again
you
might
just
get
it
Then
you
can
be
sure,
brother
never
to
forget
it
Ain't
nothing
I
need
to
be
ashamed,
I
schooled
your
teacher
Now
I
stare
in
your
eyes,
boy,
I'm
glad
to
meet
you
I
dine
with
the
best
and
I
cope
with
the
rest
I'm
a
balanced
individual,
you
dare
to
protest
(yes,
oh)
I
got
the
IQ
of
a
nerd
and
the
charm
of
a
princess
Can
become
a
cheap
copy,
an
original
is
priceless
I
know
my
worth,
the
apple
of
somebody's
eyes
Host
is
the
Lord,
you
dare
to
criticize
I
know
you
are
convinced
beyond
reasonable
doubt
God
is
the
remedy
that
you
can't
argue
about
(osha
mo)
It's
like
any
mic
we
rock
we
own
Major
league
chicks
about
to
set
the
tone
We
too
much,
we
too
much
We
too
much,
we
too
much
It's
too
hot,
it's
best
you
don't
touch
(don't
touch)
It's
like
any
mic
we
rock
we
own
Major
league
chicks
about
to
set
the
tone
(done!)
We
too
much,
we
too
much
We
too
much,
we
too
much
It's
too
hot,
it's
best
you
don't
touch
Yeah,
sick!
All
my
chicks
Blaise,
Sasha,
Kemistry,
BOUQUI
My
boy
Gucci
on
this
one
Cool
DJ
Jimmy
Jatt
Still
The
Definition
Wow!
C'mon!
1 Intro
2 Rude Boy
3 Stylee
4 Proceed
5 Skit
6 Warning
7 Skillz
8 No Duplication
9 2 Much
10 Everybody Wan Rap
11 No Contest
12 Baby Girl
13 Jump Off
14 Dance With Me
15 Thank U Mr Deejay
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