Queen Latifah - Name Callin' lyrics

1 - name callin' hasn't fallen into what i'm runnin' I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin' Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 ?? i'm 'bout to catch a charge b**hes that think they hard get snuffed f** the bodygaurd They need to shut the f** up, or step to me All they can do is be mad at me b**h, don't threaten me n***as don't know i'm nice with these You pay the price with these Come by this pisces, your life cease You couldn't see my if you looked at my life like mary Your style is cheesy How you gon' beef? you dairy Better bewarey, cuz if it's necessary Be shoot the joint, i'll leave you somethin' for the tooth fairy And all you rappers sellin' more s** than sk**, chill I'll rip your style, all the while keep my s** appeal Don't get it twisted yo, i never really favored you And i was raised by my n***as from the flavor u So f** givin' props where they ain't due, f** you And that n***a who wrote the rhyme for you too I got hot, when you play my spot you get laid like rugs And you'll never be the woman that your father was Stop flirtin' with my last nerve and head south Next b**h say somethin' worse, goin' in your mouth Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Another b**h after my crown but i don't hate her Cuz she couldn't come up if she was gettin' f**ed in the elevator What, you thought i wouldn't check your chin? Though i was your f**in' friend? See you and speak, tonight all that sh** ends Don't act extra, where you from? High post on low income and then some Ready to leave your gums numb Listenin' to you is like wack s** A premature ejactulation A quickie, that gets me stressed You're doin' it but it don't thrill me b**h, you know you feel me Don't get scared now, time to face the real me I'm ready to break my foot off in your an*l Ready to bring you some pain yo Comin' up with that playdough Style you stole, tried to mix it up and make it blimp Sound like lauryn, with a dash of lil' kim We know bootleg, korean, coughin', schemin' ho I know it's bootleg cuz they misspelled "misquito" What's worse? your press-ons, hair or gear? I should buy your contract, put your a** on hold for another year You picked the wrong one, so bring your click Now we can handle this like ladies Or care to smoke other sh** Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Makes ya feel like rappers be on some bandwagon sh** But i gets boogie, quick fix with lyrics >from toastin' too many spirits f** all these cheesy bum b**hes fakin' these riches n***as representin' for these real live n***as, '96 What the deal? chicks pimpin' they s** appeal How you feel? (stupid!) Got the still now, dead up in your grill Bout to go up in your raw, so you industry who*e Never saw the lights before, now you model and floss Overload your hold on piece, when i rock sh** like this You can't flip, cuz ? be gettin' twisted (what?) All that high sh** that you be smokin' got you buggin' Think that you could step to my crew? We be nut smugglin' Turnin' rough n***as and the b**h is like "what?"