sat quietly waiting For someone else to make the first move Someone has to make the first move... That someone is you That someone is you That someone
quietly waiting For someone else to make the first move Someone has to make the first move... That someone is you That someone is you That someone has
alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan geurilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it R. E. Perot, get gold card soul
me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous You gon' make me aim this Leave your ass brainless I'm tryin' to stay R&B But these streets is a part of
Yea; You Gotta Hold Me Down Baby) By That I Mean That You Gon Hold Me Down (Uh) You Gotta Be Special (Yea; You Never Know Right?) Cuz You Never Know How
I'm gonna getcha Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha [
Afraid of being alone. But you can't love nobody else until you learn what true love is... "Is that where you're supposed to be?" Cause' in you heart there's no peace. (Does he make you
a higher plateau, to the peak and I'm taking it slow Enough for you to see the knowledge and to know I'm the Q-U-E-E-N, L-A-T-I-F-A-H Queen of the Army
that we flip into ki's The 'J's for the judgement handed by the ju-ry The 'E' is for enter, at your own risk You know the 'C' - that's for the cats that
that you never forget Tie that freak outside next time you come in a set Because my jams be crazt packed with all fly ladies I'm talkin' def girlies
up like some crank calls You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls I'm almost famous You dream of trading places I have been changing faces You
pay a fee 'Cause that's where we got R E S P E C T I have this one wife, her name is Miss Melody I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse
it But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow Don't ask how much of his passion is it that goes Just know, that all he knows is this It's better
my men's are tattle proof My mic is a dyke, my life is a light A day to God is a thousand years, how long is a night? You get trapped in my shadow of
(You!) Who are you? You have no talent. You're a bad juggler. You can't walk the high wire. You can't tame a tiger. Then I'll be a clown like my grandfather
