[Intro: K-Def]?
Comin' straight from the House Of Hitz
Yeah, this is how we do it for 9 4
Yeah, now here we have some ol' Sah-B sh**
[Verse 1]
I'm comin' live and direct, from Northern Bricks
Guard ya man, keep 'em up when you see me and my clique
I buck, watch, do summin' terrible, leave ya edible
Having ya whole damn block saying "That's incredible"
When a female so small and so fragile manage to do
The damage to this I do
I'm Lady Hyper, get down off a ruffneck
I get 'nuff packs because of my dope check
I beat the s**er down like Pfeiffer
You don't know?
This stacks is dope, ya tryna get jumped you little ho
The S
It's for the sk**s that I possess
The A is for the a** that I kick with Finesse
The H
The H is for [?]my size in the half[?]
Grab that, my chump, like I'm doin' right now
The B
What does the the B in Sah-B mean?
Oh... Uhh... Well let me see
Britton? YES!
Beautiful? YES!
Bad? YES!
Buckin'? YES!
Breakin'? YES!
Bustin'? YES!
b**hin'? YES!
Blowin' up? YESSS!
It's not near, not another that can flow like this
This style is mine! Some ol' Sah-B sh**
[Hook]
I'm the S to the
To the A to the
To the H to the
To the dash, the B
And I'm the S to the
To the A to the
To the H to the
To the dash, the B!!
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[Verse 2]
When I grab a microphone I get a cool sensation
And me hurtin' things is the only temptation
I come across with that ill flow, my sk**ed row
Sometimes I kick it fast, sometimes I kick it real slow
But don't compare me to the knick knack
Because I rip whack, and when I gun, I stick sack
My technique is straight up, unorthodox
You getcha boots knocked, like that ho from any block
Then I hit you with the [?]cuckoo[?], original
The force is digital, turn the power up to "critical"
Did you feel the rap show when I grabbed Yo! ?
Watch out!!
Because Sah-B is comin' atcha
Yes, and I'm up to no good
I know you wanna see my way, come on I wish you would
I got a fist for those that try to get me
I get to beat up microphones through my back
For those who try to snatch
I'm on that ol' New sh**, that rough sh**
That hoarse sh**, that other sh**
That type of sh** that all the muthafukkaz can't f** with
That Funk sh**, that fast sh**, that ol' underground sh**
When it comes down to it
It's all some ol' Sah-B sh**
[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
The S to the A to the H, the dash, the B
Yup that's me, the entire five-foot-three
When I get nice, on the ice is the Heineken
And in the busy is Mahogany by Rakim
I hate when muthafukkaz f** up my chillow
I drag their a** to the underground railroad
Cuz in the underground s**az are not allowed
You f** around and get your spleens on the sewer ground
I put the lock down on ya like a pig
Watch you have thick thing near ya face without spit
Then laugh atcha, and say "Ohh, sh**!"
If it looks like a s**er
Walks like a s**er
Talks like a s**er
You guessed that it's a s**er
Around my way you get no props for being whack
You mess around and get dropped on yo back
A chiropractor couldn't fix the sh**
That happens up and around, in, you know, Northern Bricks
So nice I just lay back with things on air
Go see my man, hit 'em off with some lead
Slam 'em right, rock 'em all night, wash them shirts
And when I'm done he can never wake it up to work
Put it on one, I gotta go, so here's the kick
I hit 'em off with that Sah-B sh**
[Hook]
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