It’s Brat (Tupac Back Remix) – Da Brat – letras

This is a, So So Def, world premierA world, premierSo So Def, world premierIt’s too late now, shit I’m already a convictI been convicted, but I done done my timeY’knahmsayin?My whole life been turned upside down and inside outI done lost a whole Gang of opportunitiesIt’s hard for me to a muh’fuckin car, a cribA condo without a co-signer, shitBut no matter what I do, where I goI got a shadow nigga, and that bitch named felonyY’knahmsayin? But I’m Still a muh’fuckin survivorAnd no matter what y’all think of me, I’m Still smilin!I’m still goin to court, still takin picturesStill signin muh’fuckin autographsBut soon I’ma go crazy, cause I’m tired of tryin to defend myselfFrom muh’fuckers that keep tryin to steal my jointThis So So Def for life nigga, and I’m the motherfuckin BratDon’t forget that shit![Chorus]Nigga it’s Brat (yeah) nigga it’s BratThat’s what all these bitches screamin that, nigga is BratTake a look at me now, I’m ’bout to fire it upNigga oh I think they like me cause I’m fly as fuckThat’s what I’m lookin fo’, Brat don’t go nowhere see they pay meAnd I’m stackin my paper I need a brand new MercedesThey screamin nigga it’s Brat (yeah) nigga it’s BratThat’s what all these bitches screamin that, nigga is BratSince the day of my birth, I’ve been throwin a tantrumBein a menace to society, I die for my familyI be grippin them hammers, point blank range on them hitsI was hired by J.D. to blow a hole in you bi-tchesMy motto is pay me, or see my frame in the penWhen they stopped us from smoke I let one Newport go for tenDon’t worry I got it ye knowI’ma give it to you now worse than I gave it to you thenI’ma beast with the penAnd my lease in this shit don’t never endI was destined to winSoon as they let a bitch out my life beginThen I jumped on the remixAnd realized how much I’ve been missed my fansFeedback, I need that; let’s all get high where the weed at?It’s ladies night andI’m « Funkdafied » ain’t no one else like the BratI’m what you like; even with the lights turned out you still see meBack on lobster and steak, no more mystery meatI got that ghetto love, every nigga and they bitch wanna fuckI can’t give enough to none of you busters’til I’m dead and my casket covered up[Chorus]Yeahhhhh, yeah, M.R., some of y’all like hey who’s that?Explain that later but for now B-R-A-T’s backI had that Range doin calisthetics just to evac’Finally done with weekend visits, no more dealin with hacksMy homey call, I’ll be there, in a lickety splitYou don’t want no tensions want no problemskept them tools in my kicksSo let’s get high, mind blowin, now you back in the mixLet’s get it crackin like the Knicks you makin cake in this beeiiiiitchBetty Crocker… Urlacher…Keep them hits comin… Hurt Locker…How we bomb shit… let’s make it happen babyGoin off the hook now, saw Da Brat lately?But Of Course! These niggaz out they mindLike where the hell they been? You runnin out of timeDon’t make me on my nuts, these niggaz tryin to rideIt’s Rare Breed, Tnt, yeah that’s B-side[Chorus]