Resurrection

* cough * Youknahmsayin B, I mean<br>motherfuckers be talkin, you know what I mean?<br>[Da Brat] Talkin plenty shit<br>YouknowhatI`msayin? Just shit talkin<br>[Da Brat] And don`t know a motherfuckin thing<br>But, we gon`, we gon` gather all these niggaz from Chicago<br>[Da Brat] Hehe, Da Brat<br>Knahmean?<br>[Da Brat] That`s right, all them niggaz from Jersey<br>Yeah yeah yeah, and we just gon` do it<br>[Da Brat] Yaknahmsayin?<br><br>[all together]<br>Aiyyo, put your hands up, way in the sky<br>Light up your lighters, flame on the fire (yeah!)<br>Aiyyo, put your hands up, way in the sky<br>Light up your lighters, flame on the fire<br><br>[DoItAll]<br>Aiyyo I been on many stages of all sorts<br>Banged in many hoopties on blocks of all sorts<br>Ran to foreign ports, sippin on Port<br>Thinkin rap thoughts while I`m reppin for Newark, WHOAAAAAAH<br>Down-fall never, I rhyme too clever<br>Storm like the weathers, hip-hop for the pleasure<br>Feel the texture, how does DoItAll lecture<br>you and whoever, the more, the better<br>L-O-R-D, back from N-W-K<br>The U-N-D-A make me bounce this way<br>Why you say - here me from Chi to NJ<br>I swear one day it`s gon` all come your way, one day<br><br>Chorus: Da Brat (repeat 4X)<br><br>One day, that`s when it`s gon` come<br>For all you muh`fuckers, tell me where you gon` run to<br><br>[Mr. Funke]<br>Check it<br>Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust<br>Blackin out on anybody think they fuckin with us<br>We just, live the life of Billboards and mic cords<br>Straight buyin shit you can`t afford (hah) so put it down<br>and stop touchin it, you wanna step to us, see you rushin it<br>Watch your head, I`ll be bustin it, what`s this?<br>Who you think you talkin to - you think we slippin?<br>Yo Brat, stick the clip in, these niggaz is trippin<br>Bustin shots like pimpin (pimpin) hit you in your hip and (hip and)<br>take your Bills like Clinton (Clinton) nigga I ain`t bullshittin<br>You must be lost - thinkin Jersey niggaz is soft<br>I should whip out on your niggaz - make you take your rings off<br>Now take your fuckin jeans off, for thinkin that we soft<br>Before I squeeze off, make you nigga ease off<br>Cause me gettin burnt or hurt, won`t be tolerate<br>Funk Bizzy put a foot to your ass, you`re constipated - what?<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Da Brat]<br>Dearly beloved, we gathered here today to bust<br>Me and the Lords been in the lab, guaranteed to fuck it up - what?<br>If you got a problem with Jersey or Chicago<br>The revolver`ll go POP and the weaves`ll DROP<br>Rhyme-diesel heffer in it, don`t stop, the glock cocked<br>Ready to penetrate with every one of my sixteen SHOTS<br>Don`t be deceived by the pigtails, the butter colored ma<br>Smothered in cheese, the dopest bitch you`ve heard thus far<br>When in need, of an incredible high, you can flow<br>with the L-O-T-U-G and I, as we get lifted<br>til we die, all this stuff is weight<br>Make the money to buy the bank and the Benz and the vacation<br>(Sheeyit) Take time to kick it with niggaz in Jersey<br>You weren`t worthy and your day is comin<br>Motherfucker, you better keep runnin (hahahah)<br>And that`s all fact and no lie, one day got your name on it<br>Be ready to die (bitch, motherfucker!)<br><br>Chorus 2X