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mixtape: "Life After Death" (2011)

Intro - Life After Death lyrics - Da Brat (feat. Greg Street)

[Greg Street]
Aiyyo the girl is out
She's 'bout to go crazy
Life After Death
Whassup to the B-R-A-T?
Ay check this out
I'm tryin to find Da Brat right now
cause I'm about to drop this mixtape
J.D., somebody pick up the phone right now
I'm tryin to call So So Def
to see if I can get somebody to pick up the phone
'Bout to set it off
Y'all heard her destroy that Chris Brown remix
She put Chris Brown back on the charts with one verse
I'm tryin to find her right now!
I gotta find out about this mixtape
It's gotta be a Greg Street exclusive!

It's Brat (Tupac Back Remix) lyrics - Da Brat (feat. Jermaine Dupri, Mister)

[Jermaine Dupri - echoing]
This is a, So So Def, world premier
A world, premier
So So Def, world premier

[Da Brat]
It's too late now, shit I'm already a convict
I been convicted, but I done done my time
Y'knahmsayin? My whole life been turned upside down and inside out
I done lost a whole GANG of opportunities
It's hard for me to a muh'fuckin car, a crib
a condo without a co-signer, shit
But no matter what I do, where I go
I got a shadow nigga, and that bitch named felony
Y'knahmsayin? But I'm STILL a muh'fuckin survivor
And no matter what y'all think of me, I'm STILL smilin!
I'm still goin to court, still takin pictures
Still signin muh'fuckin autographs
But soon I'ma go crazy, cause I'm tired of tryin to defend myself
from muh'fuckers that keep tryin to steal my joint
This So So Def for life nigga, and I'm the motherfuckin Brat
Don't forget that shit!

[Chorus]
Nigga it's Brat (yeah) nigga it's Brat
That's what all these bitches screamin that, nigga is Brat
Take a look at me now, I'm 'bout to fire it up
Nigga oh I think they like me cause I'm fly as fuck
That's what I'm lookin fo', Brat don't go nowhere see they pay me
And I'm stackin my paper I need a brand new Mercedes
They screamin nigga it's Brat (yeah) nigga it's Brat
That's what all these bitches screamin that, nigga is Brat

[Da Brat]
Since the day of my birth, I've been throwin a tantrum
Bein a menace to society, I die for my family
I be grippin them hammers, point blank range on them hits
I was hired by J.D. to blow a hole in you bi-tches
My motto is pay me, or see my frame in the pen
When they stopped us from smoke I let one Newport go for ten
Don't worry I got it ye know
I'ma give it to you now worse than I gave it to you then
I'ma beast with the pen
And my lease in this shit don't never end
I was destined to win
Soon as they let a bitch out my life begin
Then I jumped on the remix
and realized how much I've been missed my fans
Feedback, I need that; let's all get high where the weed at?
It's ladies night and I'm "Funkdafied" ain't no one else like the Brat
I'm what you like; even with the lights turned out you still see me
Back on lobster and steak, no more mystery meat
I got that ghetto love, every nigga and they bitch wanna fuck
I can't give enough to none of you busters
'til I'm dead and my casket covered up

[Chorus]

[Mister]
Yeahhhhh, yeah, M.R., some of y'all like hey who's that?
Explain that later but for now B-R-A-T's back
I had that Range doin calisthetics just to evac'
Finally done with weekend visits, no more dealin with hacks
My homey call, I'll be there, in a lickety split
You don't want no tensions want no problems kept them tools in my kicks
So let's get high, mind blowin, now you back in the mix
Let's get it crackin like the Knicks you makin cake in this beeiiiiitch
Betty Crocker... Urlacher...
Keep them hits comin... Hurt Locker...
How we bomb shit... let's make it happen baby
Goin off the hook now, saw Da Brat lately?
But OF COURSE! These niggaz out they mind
Like where the hell they been? You runnin out of time
Don't make me [?] on my nuts, these niggaz tryin to ride
It's Rare Breed, TNT, yeah that's B-side

[Chorus]

West Side lyrics - Da Brat (feat. Jermaine Dupri)

[Jermaine Dupri - echoing]
This is a, So So Def, world premier
A world, premier
So So Def, world premier

[Intro: Da Brat]
Heh! I've been away and shit, heh
But I'm back now, heh heh
It's really like I ain't even went nowhere
Ya dig? Heh heh, cause I'm the shit
Been the shit, past present and future
Ya dig? Heh Chi-Town stand up
For the West side (West side, West side)

[Da Brat]
I don't need an intro, it's no, secret that I've been gone
Keep yo' attention like I'm swimmin in a fish bowl
All eyes on me, they tell all kind of lies on me
But I'm all smiles homey cause I'm on they mind
Only one Brat, Twitter that, figure the stats
See ain't picture me quittin, when in fact I'm still winnin
Came out of a pissy predicament and still grinnin
No matter the opposition, I play my position
I be the pitcher, the batter, the center or the point guard
Hook up a dinner do dishes and mow the front yard
Domesticated and educated a understatement
The streets raised me and I'm a grandma's baby
I made it, possible, for niggaz not to know
I surpassed gold and ran right past goals
My monopoly invested in this rap shit (rap shit)
And I'm the best that ever did it, it's Da Brat bitch!

[Chorus]
Pop a bottle if you fuck wit Da Brat
Smoke one and represent where you at
Got'chu somethin to bump in yo' ride
It's none other than that nigga from the West side (West side)

[Da Brat]
Throw one in the air for your girl (girl)
Send a bottle to them over there from your girl (drink some'n)
Tell them I can feel it when they stare at your girl, glare at your girl
I understand, they wishin I am in they world
You're nobody 'til somebody kill you Biggie never lied
The time I wasted felt like I died
Now it's "Life After Death," So So Anita Baker
Caught up in this rap shit, so so inebriated
Chi-Town, West side, you know how we stand up
Man up, motherfucker get your hands up!
I'm a representer, the presence of a winner, it lives in her
From a teenager to right now, I ain't no beginner
The history paid is relayed, who the illest is
It's okay, I can take your lil' criticism
Long as it's constructive, and I can be productive
and you learn Brat, is not to be fucked with

[Chorus]

[Outro: Da Brat]
Yeahhhhhh, ha ha
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeahhhhhhhh
So So Def in the building
Brat on the mixtape, hah
Yeah, how we do?
Yeah

Get It Get It lyrics - Da Brat (feat. Jermaine Dupri, Greg Street, Jadakiss)

[Greg Street]
Greg Street checkin in, the B-R-A-T
Hey it's time to get "Funkdafied" all over again
It's been a long time, but it's go time right now

[Jermaine Dupri - echoing]
This is a, So So Def, world premier
A world, premier
So So Def, world premier
Y'all know what this is!

[Chorus: sung]
I'm just tryin to get it, get it, don't worry about me
You need to take a look at yo'self
I'm just tryin to get it, get, no time to play around
You can take that {shit} somewhere else

[Da Brat]
Yo! E'rybody wanna know about
What I do, when I do what I do, who what when where how
You, should know by now that life is unpredictable
I'm "Unforgettable" like Nat King Cole
Un{fuck}wittable when I unload
"Untouchable" as Al Capone
Start duckin when I'm in my zone
When I bust these verses somebody better call some hearses
I'm a homicidal (American Idol) with a purpose
If I don't murder what I recite, I'm worthless
Why should I settle for just aight?
Ain't nobody 'round here in my life (nope)
Nobody out here give me fright
So So Def or give me life
Toast it up to the most high, yeah
Broke a lot of records, wrote a lot of best sellers
But I ain't do {shit}, let you tel it
I'm the {shit}, bet you smell it
From the mountaintop, I'm gon' yell it
Made it over, been made over
Been all over around the world, been laid over
My complaining days over
I don't take nuttin for granted no mo'
Those of y'all who can't stand me there the do'
so walk the {fuck} up out it
I'm 'bout it, if you ever doubt it
Show your face when I'm rockin the crowd
Any place, any time
At the drop of a dime I puts it down
Get it how I gotta get it
cause I gotta get it while the gettin gettin good

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Jermaine Dupri (Jadakiss): over Chorus]
Uhh, get it
Talk to 'em right now
Uh-huh... (ayy)
Take it somewhere else (ayy)
(Ayy) Yeah
(Ayy - ha HAH!)
Bet y'all know what that means (nah)
'Kiss, holla at 'em

[Jadakiss (Dupri)]
This is about money then I'm widdit, I'm just tryin to get it
They got me goin hard in the paint on my pivot
The voice is unique, but the flow so exquisite
It's one thing to talk it, it's another thing to live it (ya heard?)
Main man listen (uhh) game plan switchin
I hit the block and the booth with the same ambition (DAMN!)
I brought that house, I drove that car
My financial future is controlled by MUAH
I be V.I.P. in the club that you wait in line fo' (me too)
Only question I ask is what you worry about mine for? (Uh-huh)
Need to get your own, stop worryin 'bout what I signed for
Reason you ain't got nuttin now is you need to grind more (ehehehe)
Need to take a look at yourself, maybe you'd find more
The impact I made on the game stronger than Pine Sol
Yeah, dedicated and committed
Don't stop, never quit it, nah I'm just tryin to get it

[Chorus - 2X]

[Jermaine Dupri - over Chorus]
Uhh, uh-huh
You need to worry about yourself man
Stop worryin 'bout me
Bitch you know me
I've been tryin to get it
Gettin it, and still tryin to get it, hehehe
Brandon, take me out man
[?]
Uhh, rock with me y'all [5X]
Just keep goin man

[singer]
I'm just tryin to get it, get it
OHHHHHHHHHH!
I'm just tryin to get it, get it
Get ittttttt, ohhhhhhhh
I'm tryin to get it

Racks (Remix) lyrics - Da Brat (feat. Jermaine Dupri, YC)

[Jermaine Dupri - echoing]
This is a, So So Def, world premier
A world, premier
So So Def, world premier

[Intro]
What'chu got? Racks on racks on racks
He got - racks on racks on racks
We got - racks on racks on racks
There it go - hey! We got racks on racks on racks
She got - racks on racks on racks
They got - racks on racks on racks

[YC]
Got a campaign goin so strong
Getting (skirt) while I'm talkin on the phone
Spend money when your money this long
Real street {niggaz} ain't no clone
We at the top where we belong
Spread {lean} Rose', Patron
Smokin on thousand dollars worth of strong...
{"REEE-MIX!"}

[Da Brat]
If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back
If you ain't talkin stacks, what the fuck I'ma do with that?
If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back
You know me I'm about my money (what'cho name is) Brat-Tat-Tat
I got a So So sickening flow, six-oh-six-fo'-fo'
Tryin to get to my crib, Westside Chicago (there it go)
Atlanta where I live, nigga got mo' than one residence
I'm the undertaker, for them dead Presidents
I gave 'em two and a half, I been behind that fence
Threw on an ankle monitor, on parole, then probation seven mo' years
I ain't got no mo' piss for 'em, my fear gone
Strong, 'bout to show 'em how the fuck I come home
Jumpin on e'rything I can get on, spit on
Gettin down and dirty well I'm bound to get my grit on
Bottle hustle hard, 'bout to buy two, three mo' cars
Grand open my club, let me empty out the whole bar
The next stop is Magic (yup) City we stop traffic
Police escort we got it, gone I'm showin out and I'm laughin
Some faces lookin shitty, cause they can't do what we do (never)
I'ma make it, make it, rain, for me and you
Have you ever seen a lady, who stacks the hundred dollar bills?
Better get'chu an umbrella, I'm floodin it up in here
If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back
If you ain't talkin stacks, what the fuck I'ma do with that?
If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back
You know me I'm about my money (what'cho name is) Brat-Tat-Tat

Sure Thing (Remix) lyrics - Da Brat (feat. Jermaine Dupri, Greg Street, Miguel)

[Greg Street]
Yo yo, it's Da Brat, the B-R-A-T
Life After Death, the mixtape
Greg Street in the building
So So Def, ay, let's go!

[Jermaine Dupri - echoing]
This is a, So So Def, world premier
A world, premier
So So Def, world premier

[Jermaine Dupri]
Maybe they don't want it, hoes out on it
And we still party 'round they bitches 6 in the morning
Got my nigga back with me, uhh, kill a track with me
It's that So So Def shizzy Brizzy-tat hit me

[Da Brat]
I got a nine in my pocket, I'm lyin
Got no more time for confinin behind cages ran by cocky caucausians
I'm cockin and aimin, shockin the game and, rockin Jermaine
Remain an unstoppable team, that shit ain't changin

[Jermaine Dupri]
I'm the man but she the pro; doug E. Fresh, she "The Show"
I'm So So, she def, e'rybody know
about the musical molestation that takin place
Fuckin with us ain't safe, we be killin niggaz

[Da Brat]
Murderous conclusions, I ain't never heard of us losin
You must be out yo' mind, delusion-al
to think we ain't gon' do our usu-al
So So, gets it, for years you witnessed it
And you can bet that never had to sweat that, bitches!

[Miguel]
If you be the cash, I'll be the rubberband
You be the match, I will be your fuse - boom!
Painter baby you could be the muse
I'm the reporter baby you could be the news
Cause if you cigarette, then I'm the smoker
We raise the bet, cause you're the joker
Truth though - you are the chalk
And I could be the blackboard, you can be the talk
And I can be the walk, yeah

[Chorus: Miguel]
Even when the sky comes fallin
Even when the sun don't shine
I got faith in you and I
So put your pretty little hand in mine
Even when we're down to the wire babe
Even when it's do or die
We can do it baby simple and plain
Cause this love is a sure thang

[repeat 4X]
You can bet that, never gotta sweat that

[Miguel]
You could be the lover, I'll be the fighter babe
If I'm the blunt, you could be the lighter babe
Fire it up! Writer baby you could be the quote
If I'm the lyric baby you could be the note - record that!
Saint, I'm a sinner; prize, I'm a winner
And it's you, what can I do to deserve that
Paper baby, I'll be the pen
Say that I'm the one, cause you are a ten
Real and not pretend!

[Chorus]

[Jermaine Dupri]
Wicked and strong, we got it goin on
I'm like, I'm like damn baby
So wicked and strong, and got it goin on
I'm like damn baby

[Miguel (J.D.)]
This here, between you and I, is simple as pie babe
(Yeah, simple as pie)
Such a sure thing (sure thing) such a sure thing (sure thing)
Such a sure thing (ha ha, la la, la-let's go!)

[Chorus w/ Dupri talking over it]

Second Chance lyrics - Da Brat (feat. Jermaine Dupri)

[Jermaine Dupri - echoing]
This is a, So So Def, world premier
A world, premier
So So Def, world premier

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

[Da Brat]
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
I was sittin in my cell, worried for a moment
Ain't nuttin inspire me to write one rhyme
When the pen and pad was callin, I declined
I ain't give two shits about a passion I had
Wish I had a semi-auto, spray ALL they ass
I couldn't eat, sleep, shit in peace
Depression had me second-guessin myself in the belly of the beast
They wasn't tryin to put a bitch on before I was gone
So how the FUCK am I gon' ever make it when I get home?
I was cookin ramen noodles with no heat, and warm water
Fightin the gnats and flies off with no swatter
I got bit by spiders got sick
Got shipped to the hospital accompanied by a dick
No lie, Lord why I gotta go through this?
From a Sealy Posturpedic, to a two inch thick
No cleaners, no washing machine to do clothes
I stole, bleach with a mop bucket and blues so
granny panties, all I was allowed to wear
Victoria WAS a Secret, shit, she wasn't there
I couldn't pull that off, cause I had to squat and cough
Get butt naked, pull the cheeks open so they could check it
I was subjected to not havin pretty panties and bras
None of my different J's from Reggie to Jay Walk{?}
Most of the C.O.'s already pre-judged
The crooked officers made it a point not to show me love
and heat up, my spot by harassin me
Told me to turn around and cuff up, and grabbin me
A young dumb lil' frail nigga, tryin to be tough, a clown
A fool for the system, but he a victim now
Karma a bitch nigga, and he was too
Bid'ness wasn't mine though, see how God do heh?
I kept my composure; all I had to do was holla
"GET HIM" on the yard, and it woulda been over
But I done learned a lot, earned a lot
I been solidified my spot, from the bottom to the bottom
to the top to the top, and I don't give a fuck
about the clock cause it don't stop, won't stop
In a recent article with Jamie Foster Brown
She asked, what I was thankin before the shit went down
And I ain't know what to tell her, but my adrenaline was hinderin
any positive image there could've been
helpful in preventin this incident
I don't know where my setence went
I BLACKED OUT! ...
Did the crime did the time now I'm wonderin 'bout
dis light of mine, will it shine or is it burned out?
Told J.D. I was nervous, he said that's eagerness
Serve your purpose, I'm 'bout to send you these verses

[repeat 2X]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to the Lord, for a second chance he grants me
See most don't get one, but I did, sheeit
I promise to do things much differently

Fab 5 Freddy lyrics - Da Brat (feat. Jermaine Dupri)

[Jermaine Dupri - echoing]
This is a, So So Def, world premier
A world, premier
So So Def, world premier

[Da Brat: repeat 2X]
Brat back, once again it's on
Still smokin in this bitch, call me Cheech & Chong

[Jermaine over second repeat]
They want that Fab 5 Freddy shawty
Let it go!

[Chorus 2X: Da Brat]
I got that good shit, y'all bitches sellin dirt
I got 'em comin at me all up out the woodwork
They want that Beat Street, that straight Rock Steady
That real rap shit, Fab 5 Freddy yo

[Da Brat]
2011, 199fo'
I've been here since 17 years ago
Longevity, rock like a rolling stone
The pink graf diamond clarity, a rarity
I'm home, please don't go comparin me or sharin
my name in some petty-ass bullshit I ain't never been
on, since the first hit, most got addicted
to the method of me, methamphetamine

[Chorus]

[Da Brat]
Poppin strawberry in the hookah
You could, not even do what I used ta
I'm the past, present, AND future; even if you was mustard
you couldn't ketchup, get you a booster - chair
Grown folk here, dare not challenge my greatness
Attempt to - lose! Realness vs. fakeness
Go on ahead, free yourself, Fantasia
Let it go, Teddy Pendergrass, Brat major

[Chorus]

Dumb Stupid Crazy lyrics - Da Brat (feat. Jermaine Dupri, Greg Street, Twista)

[Greg Street]
Life After Death the mixtape, Da Brat
You know the swag is crazy, you know the verse is crazy
So So Def got the beats so
it's go time, it's the return, and she never went nowhere
The B-R-A-T!

[Jermaine Dupri - echoing]
This is a, So So Def, world premier
A world, premier
So So Def, world premier

[Chorus: repeat 8X]
Dumb stupid crazy, spittin harder than a muh'fucker

[Da Brat]
Yo, I want 'em lined up
'Bout a block and a half, tryin to get on in
My Benz shined up
With the windows down, so they can see on in
And they can watch me drive up
And it's written all over they face
They know the place about to get liver
Cause when I enter the building I give these niggaz the feelin
Like "Oh my God, is it really who I think it is?"
They 'bout to get fired up
and start sendin me bottles before I make it to my table
Like I ain't already made reservations in V.I.P.
With a couple of cases there waitin on me
I'm fly as fuck
So they start comin at me tryin to spit that game
If it's lame I'ma they Daytona Tired off
Then I gotta walk away
cause I'm headed to the DJ booth, he drink Grey Goose
Gotta make sho' he's straight, cause he cool
He plays anything I want him to
I deserve a stiff drank or two
Look at all the bullshit I been through
Been to hell, came back
My breed rare - name Brat

[Chorus]

[Twista]
Twista! Know when to drawbridge
Here come the King of Vocal Choreography
and I'ma be the one that gotta be
goin bananas when I spit it for Da Brat
I'ma never do it sloppily, even though I'm a oddity
Product of insanity, vocal chemistry off of the meter
Out of another dimension when I perform
Killin off your family if they don't finish me
Full of energy, make 'em a memory soon as I get warm
Show 'em all I'm the truth
Put me in a straightjacket because I throw up in the booth
Eyes roll up back in my head
'Fin to be vivid and when I'm mental
I'm makin a nigga not know what to do and I think
everybody hate me! Now I'm fin' to murder 'em all
But what I spit so cold, it's the crazies
Watch as I get dumb, bust a verbal dum dum
Make a motherfucker run like a dog with rabies
"House of 1,000 Corpses"
Leavin heads that be talkin shit spattered on porches
Amityville horror, a devil's reject
Spirit of a gangbanger, ready to penetrate your fortress
Makin sure we leave a lot of blood
Get Da Brat back down now muh'fucker what?
So everybody show love
Or give a hug or salute when you see us in the club
We go

[Chorus]

[Da Brat]
Muh'fucker! [4X]

Motivation (Remix) lyrics - Da Brat (feat. Jermaine Dupri, Kelly Rowland)

[Jermaine Dupri - echoing]
This is a, So So Def, world premier
A world, premier
So So Def, world premier

[Kelly Rowland]
Go, go, go, go! [4X]

[Da Brat]
C'mere let me motivate you
to the point you can't enunciate my name
I had you speakin in another language
not even a foreigner could interpretate
Since you've been patient, we ain't got to hesitate
I ain't gon' keep you waitin
Wanna show my appreciation
Got somethin sensational to set on yo' plate
I got a pop bra, drop drawers, I took it all off
So once I bust Lake Michigan I can crawl on
I got a lot of thug in me - huh, it's cockiness
Now I got a lot of thug in me, with his cock in this
Huggin me, tellin me he feelin like
he fin' to fall in love with me
Tellin me that I'm the one
and everything so right he wants to be stuck with me
My occupation is to motivate him
and cultivate his mind frame to my type frame
All through the night to the early
I'm a rider like I'ma nigga talkin dirty
But be ready to put work in

[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]
But you can't stop there
Music still playin, in the background
No, and you're almost there
You can do it I believe in you baby
So close from here

[Kelly Rowland]
Baby I'ma be your motivation
Go, go, go, go! Motivation
Go, go, go, go!

[Da Brat]
Yeahhhh! Y'all know what this is, yo
I know I got your curiosity wonderin
Cause my swag so turned up
Am I gon' take control or be a little bit passive
I'm very passionate 'bout when I fuck
Face down, ass up, satisfactory no matter what
Main attraction when I'm makin love
All action, don't yell and cuss
Nobody with me never get bored
Nominate me for a V award
Best actress in the outdoors
On the matress or on the floors
In the ocean or on the shore
My emotions make you want more
Ye ain't never had it like this befo'
So you can't compare me to no previous hoe
I'm mo' thirst quenchin than a jug of water
Motivate ya wind ya 'til it's out of order
You'll want more than a friendship when it's over
Cause I don't just ride or die, I'm a soldier
"Stand By Me," Sam Cooke
My whole army leave a man shook
But I ain't really lookin for no kind of relations
If you need me doe, I can be your motivation

[Chorus]

[Kelly Rowland]
Whoa lover! When you call my name
No other! Can do that the same, no
I won't let ya, get up out that game no
So go on lover, go on and make me rain
And when we're done, I don't wanna feel my... legs
And when we're done, I just wanna feel your hands all over me baby

[Chorus]

Look At Me Now (Remix) lyrics - Da Brat (feat. Jermaine Dupri, Greg Street)

[Greg Street]
Chi-Town to the A-Town
Worldwide, whattup to my girl Brat?
She's back, Greg Street in the building
Life, After, Death
The B-R-A-T is the mixtape
Whattup Brat?
She's on Twitter @only1brat
JDLTL online on Twitter
And it's your boy Greg Street @djgregstreet
so you know what time it is
Global 14 Family, online at global14.com
Social networkers represent real big at So So Def
Greg Street's in the building!

[Jermaine Dupri - echoing]
This is a, So So Def, world premier
A world, premier...

I got a big booty bitch, Rose' bottles poppin
I ain't gotta say nuttin wild, look at me
I make a muh'fucker stay watchin, stay watchin
Stay rockin - uhh, this shit right here should be a crime
Nigga 'round here tryin to do me
That'll take you a whole lifetime, lifetime
Them pretty bitches love me (oh) I'm on my Chris Brown
Southside shawty, mayor of the A-Town
She suck it all night, all right, Heather Hunter
Prepare yo'self for a So So Def summer

[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]
Look at me now, uhh; look at me now, ohh!
I stay gettin paper
Look at me now, ohh; look at me now, yeah
I'm fresher than a muh'fucker!

[Jermaine Dupri]
Now when I say fresh, I don't mean Degree
Polo to the flo', Mr. Dupri
You missin yo' girl nigga come see me
She right up in my V.I.P.
Hunt her girl tryin to eat on me
My money go longer than Peachtree
Tryin to do the Dougie
and this bitch she talkin 'bout teach me
Man, hold up - heh heh
Look at all that ASS! Anyway
I don't smoke, but if I did
I guess it's time to puff, puff pass
Let's go!

[Da Brat]
Well I'm feelin like a winner
Cause I'm free I ain't gotta walk around as an inmate
And I been off the scene for a minute
But I'm back in the back and the fact is I'm GREAT!
Couldn't wait for the parole board
to go on give me a release date, February 28th
Now I'm home on the phone, twenty-fo'
Tryin to capitalize and get mo' dough, So So
I'm 'bout to take advantage of every opportunity I can manage
and do more damage than I have ever done
I'm capable of lyrically assassinatin a hater
I fascinate 'em for the hell of it I make it fun
You don't wanna run up or don't want us in the Hummer
with a hundred muh'fuckers, all Louisville sluggers
Ain't na'ar a one of us no suckers
Ain't na'ar a one of us no busters, or, hustlers
Yeah how I gotta get cause I gotta get it
while the gettin gettin good, lil' engine that could
Came from the bottom with nuttin up out the hood
I ain't fin' ta let nuttin stop it, I wish I would
Even though I'm labelled a crimi-nal, I'm a better individu-al
Look at me now, feet on the ground
People around, supporters
Surround myself with the most important, I'm fortunate
I'm scorchin it; and for the record ain't nobody better
I'm hotter than ever and I'm torchin this
Aesthetic to be recordin this, hypothetically and phonetic
when I'm at it, me at the mic married
like me and Mariah Carey, steadily stay ready
Heavily goin steady, happily ever after
Begin a new chapter, back at'cha
It's the B to the R-A-T, nuff camera

[Chorus]

"Limelite, Luv & Niteclubz" (2003)

World Premiere lyrics - Da Brat

Yo, okay, kids I was sittin' on the block, the other day man
Some fine ass girl walked by
And she was lookin', I'm lookin' back
She said, uh, JD I love those 20's on your car

I said I beg your motherfuckin' pardon
Them is Michael Jordan's baby
She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin' with
A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer
The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King
Uh, holla at 'em

Brooklyn is what I'm reppin'
Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction
Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections
Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention

I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin'
Cross my path, shots blast instant
Extort your ass the kid got henchmens
The whole Brooklyn for instance

Red dot, ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin'
A best seller's what I'm inkin'
Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin'
Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I'm twistin' 'em

Rims spin on sick vehicles, look we killin' 'em
Manson and gas my adrenaline, racin' fast
Switchin' four lanes with weight up in the stash
I'm livin' so so better now, the so so dash
Is what I'm sittin' on, blowin' up so so fast

Yeah, uh, huh
Yo, You really don't wanna get hit
Hot lid when I empty the clip
Drop kid if you droppin' your lip

Never know enough about but I talk shit
You must wanna eat up my clit
Everything we ever did on is sick
We don't have a party, we rich

We cut it up with anybody we with
And I'm the main one, havin' to fit
Can't nobody do it like this
I got a gat by the side like my man Big

Stand out on that song he did with me
You feelin' the presence of So So Def
Rest assure we gettin the money
Crush your label there's no more left

Just fables fictional characters I
Stay away from those who embellish the truth and LIE
I'm kickin the same shit you been used to since Funkdafied
Let your mind escape, you laid away back and enjoy the ride

Yeah, I'm rollin' on deuce trays
Shoot all my Tequila straight
Catch me at the bar of the bay
I might even buy you a little drank

We been choppin' paper for years
Ain't scared of you niggaz out here
Some of ya'll might think we disappear
But every time the resurgence is clear

Yo, yo
Brooklyn has to be two of the illest
Felons to be diluted I do whatever, to foot it
Like I wanna do it, like I do it
When I done it

Pussy, pussy, roll like caine
Just rhymin' with Benz or present with the Coupe-a
Drive my lifestyle down
I'm between lines and my new slip

2003, M.O.P. nigga you see
My fundamentals of a street life nigga
Cuffin' her hair, have it over left, nothin' to fear, Biatch

Warriorz, warriorz, come out and play
(Come out and play)
From the dark side, where we reside, we die for
We a whole different breed of men, you need to squeeze us in
We'll get in where we fit in like

Buk, buk, buk, buk, buk buk, buk
Still rockin', what's poppin', you still lookin' shooken
We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn
It's like lotto Duke the way we represent it
You really gotta be in it to present it, you get it?
We God

Yeah, you see this shit right?
You know what I'm sayin', it's So So Def
You dig, this is a world premiere
JD, this is a world premiere
You dig? Hahaha, yeah
And I'm the Brat a tat-tat-tat, you dig

In Luv Wit Chu lyrics - Da Brat

Yo, So So (wassup) So Def
Yeah, LT Hutton, uh
And it's the rat-tat-tat y'all, huh
And it's another album, huh
And it's so phat phat phat y'all

[Chorus]
Ohhh, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin I won't do for my baby
You drives me crazy
And you make me say
Ohhh, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin nobody can say cuz
You're the one for me baby

When I wake up in the morning (it's you)
When I can't sleep at night (it's you)
When I'm tossin 'n turnin (it's you)
When my body yearnin (it's you)

Yeah, I'm in love like Maxwell
You see me crying, but I just can't help it
My self esteem is even higher when I'm walking wit you
You give me fire and desire like Teena Marie and Rick James do
I don't care, burn up the minutes on the cell
Just turn up the music and feel that it's hard as hell
I get abusive with the flows on 'D?
When I seduce them, they just wanna hold me
Cuz I'm so smooth, and it's real not phony
With a nigga you'll never be lonely
It's beneficial, I'm hot, and since you is, let's do this
It seems I've been shot by cupid
I'm not gonna stop, think not
That's stupid cuz

[Chorus]
Ohhh, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin I won't do for my baby
You drives me crazy
And you make me say
Ohhh, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin nobody can say cuz
You're the one for me baby

I'm in luv wit chu more than my car, more than my house
more than the night I keep your name comin out of my mouth
I can't get you off of my mind
Finally found somebody who see's me besides what's on the outside
Fine as Roy Jones, stick 'n movin my bones
Your presence make everything else irrelevant when we close
Turn off the two way, do lay your head on my pillow
And do me baby, the rhythm gonna getcha groovin baby
And we can rock it till the broad daylight
Bodies knockin da boots, destroying property, proping me up to get through
It ain't right how you're feeling on my boo-hoo-hee-tee
It's just you and me, unexplanatory, the way that you adore me
Lord have mercy, somebody gon have to pray for me
You're worthy, my service superb, and on purpose
I swerved it all the way to your heart baby

[Chorus]
Ohhh, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin I won't do for my baby
You drives me crazy
And you make me say
Ohhh, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin nobody can say cuz
You're the one for me baby

When I wake up in the morning (it's you)
When I can't sleep at night (it's you)
When I'm tossin 'n turnin (it's you)
When my body yearnin (it's you)

When I wake up in the morning (it's you)
When I can't sleep at night (it's you)
When I'm tossin 'n turnin (it's you)
When my body yearnin (it's you)

[Chorus 3x]
Ohhh, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin I won't do for my baby
You drives me crazy
And you make me say
Ohhh, I'm in luv, I'm in luv
I'm in luv, I'm in luv wit chu
And there ain't nothin nobody can say cuz
You're the one for me baby

Yeah, LT Hutton, uh
And it's the rat-tat-tat y'all, huh
And it's another album, huh
And it's so phat phat phat y'all