Intro (feat. Millie Jackson & Twista)

Buck wild outrageous, do what you feel like doin'
Tell a motherfucker no when you don't feel like screwin'
I did it, you do it, break the ties that bound
Keep a motherfucker off you, keep your feet on the ground
Hey, fuck you if you can't go for that
And a double fuck you from da brat-a-tat-tat
Let it all hang loose, never feelin' afflicted
Go for what you want and it's called unrestricted

May the lord be my witness
From the funk to the tantrum now unrestricted
The k-town bitch too wicked
Chi-villain, they be killin' every mark in the district
Can y'all skill match it?
Right off kil Patrick from the six-oh-six-fo'-fo'
Got hit 'cause ya clip so slow
Motherfuckers can't do shit with So So
Shine like a twenty inch mo-mo'
For the navi' on top of them dubs
Hit me in the mug, and deliver the bud
Now you talkin' 'bout my gul
Terror for the millennium, straight fuckin' up anyone (anyone, shit)
Steady bust like a semi gun
Murderin' over any drum, comin' out from the dark
Here to let you know here she come

Can't nobody do what I done
Niggas and bitches think they run
Finna throw another one of my tantrums redrum
And the six-oh-six-fo'-fo' is where I'm from
Callin' on my nigga Twista to set this shit off
Two of the best motherfuckers on the westside
If I need to relieve stress, I get high
This the introduction, unrestricted is how I bust in
Like a blow to the dome and a severe concussion, shock a ho
And niggas that talk about me, all they want
'Cause I'm a bad bitch
And I'ma continue to be that till I'm gone

Shit, babygirl, you ain't even gotta hurt 'em like that
Commit a murder like that
Let off like an ass kick and serve a hype track
Hit the world like volcanos
Earthquakes, bombs, thunder and lightnin'
No wonder it's frightening
Hoes might as well not come out of hiding
'Cause you really be about to crush 'em
Dustin' em off like Hoffman and hush 'em
Feel the repercussions of a girl
From a place where they're gangsterin' and hustlin'
Ballin' and bustin' is all I know
Dodge low from my chi flow
We smokin' on Fye Bo
And work thirty calibers off like Tae-bo
In the middle of the function flossin'
With a grip no script but legit ballin'
Better go on with the shit talkin'
I create corpses for caskets and coffins
Niggas don't want Twista to spit, I kick that Mobtastic shit
Introduction for a raw and sometimes psychotic bitch

Oh, I'm the befo', but Da Brat is the after
We pimp slap lame bitches just for the laughter
All or nothin', never a fraction
Yeah, you got it motherfuckin Millie Jackson
You bitches
You bitches