Lady Of Rage

Real nigga shit..
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit..

Here come The Villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town
This nigga shit make the world go round
It's that black nigga Ren, duck when I bust
Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss
You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it
Ask this nigga here, his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I Ren-incarnate
Droppin West coast shit in every motherfuckin state
Motherfuckin legend, y'all niggaz be knowin
You can leave yo' bitch and keep on goin

I am Doggy Dogg bitch (beitch) love to hit a switch
Never hit a bitch (beitch) love that gangsta shit
Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo' hoe?
Boy you hard on 'em - nigga you ain't know?
When you testify, you got to keep it fly
A lot of niggaz lie, shit we do or die
E'ryday we high, it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my

Chorus: repeat 2X I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (RAGE!)
[Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self Verse One: The Lady of Rage
I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must
It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust
So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap
And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap
Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time
When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine
Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a
This grand diva's runnin shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a
lyrical murderer... I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate
Check it how I rock it
I'm the one that's throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo
to find out I'm the number one solo, uhh
The capital R-A now take it to the G-E
I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me
I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style
For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child
No need to say mo', check the flow
Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know Chorus Verse Two: The Lady of Rage Now I'm hittin MC's like hit MC's like (""Hoo-yu-ken!"") *Street Fighter sound*
Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed
So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up
I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks
So put your money on the bread winner
I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners
I got the tongue that is outdone anyone
from the rising to the setting of the sun
or the moon, I consume the room with doom
When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM
BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM!
I'm hittin so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks
get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk
of the rhythm (fresh) that I give em
Let it hit em, split em, did it now I'm rid of em, yeah
I put that on my unborn kids
Rage in effect so you know how it is Chorus 2X Verse Three: The Lady of Rage Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you
flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit
Ohh shit, I'm the shit!
You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie
I pi-ty the fool, that gets
with the lyrical murderer cause my shit is rude (OOOH!)
You wanna get with the wickedness? With that
big bot-ty that's kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason
You'll be, chasin a dream like Freddy
are you ready for the cream de la creme?
I'm steam pressurin those who ain't measurin up
I keep competitors stuck
in the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up
like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real
That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA
(So what you gotta say?) Chorus 2X Huhh
I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?)
I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
(repeat 4X) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest
Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah)
Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest
I am the uhh, wickedness (RAGE!) Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo'
The indo blow and the grass grow
Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe
But you gotta give credit when credit is due
Women back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl
The Lady Of Rage
She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs
Handcuffed and she busts
And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shit up
Y'know what I'm sayin

Yikes!

(Rage)
Uh-huh, right back at cha
Uh-huh, The Lady of, The Lady of Rage
Still remain the undisputed
Ahh, still hit MC's like ("hoo-yu-ken" *Street Fighter sound, from Afro
Puffs*)

Uh, I begin like this; with the wicked ass flow
Somethin for you wack MC's to think about y'know (you what?)
You better be on point (they what?), ya better be on deck
You better be strapped and buckled down cause I'ma wreck
*tires squeel, car crashes and glass breaks* like vehicles
I pop suckers like sickle
I tickle your fancy like Nancy and Wil-son get ill son
rock it from Farnville, the Tilden Projects (hah)
Concealed when I wreck
So hey, step like stairs, or prepare for the levitate (to what?)
to mount up on that ass like Warren G the Regulator
I won't hesitate to put a sucker on his back (uh-uh)
I don't hesitate to take a sucker out like that (uh-uh)
I close my eyes and dig deep into myself
Come up with the shit that's hittin harder than belts
cause I'm spankin, fakin MC's
off the batboard smack another hit from the back door

*chorus*

It's that Sho Shot shit I release
MC's from the West and the East get a motherfuckin piece
Cause it, ain't where ya from it's, where's ya gat
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at

(repeat 2X)

Now they call me Rage cause I rush and come down like a hammer
Live rhythm get driven by vocal vehicular grammar
Untouched, the walls come crumbling down
You get clutched, in my clutches fifty feet from the ground
Fatally feminine, poisonous enought to extinct
cities of war fled the valley, so all of Cali sink
I come stompin like Snoop, hit the N-Y next
I ain't puffin up that shit between the East and the West
I use my, hip-hop precision, perfectly put to use it's
metaphoric phrases, spittin like deuce deuces
Continuous and strenuous, crafty and shady
Brothers notice me like Jodeci, now Forever They Lady
I puts it to ya like this, you can despite me, dislike me
I makes money like Spike Lee
You either wanna be me or be just like me
I'm nasty, nice-ty, no sheisty
Ahh, so cold I'm icy, hah, so throw them dice G

*chorus* (repeat 2X)

Now I speak with expertise, and any heffer won't beef (moo)
I be that A-1 Sauce, on your lips like floss
I eat suckers as my entree, Rage got da bombay
I gets total wreck and I ain't, playin wit a full deck
it's just this, ace in your face, kicks from Earth to outer space
Gimme space room to breath, roll up my sleeves just to breeze
Blowin up the spot like infrared dots on your knot
your knoggin, lyrical murderer a Rockin Robin
I be dishin out that puddin, all you suckers pussyfootin
be actin, but I ain't got time for theatrics
My crews be crushin, shitty MC's
I be flushin down the commode as I explode cock back and reload
Right the beat until they say WHOA
Then they tell me, "Momma don't hurt me no mo'!"
I'm strictly bout them skills on the reala
Strictly bout this motherfuckin MC cold killa, illa

*chorus* (repeat 4X)

It's that Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot
Sho Shot Sho Shot
It's that Sho Shot Sho SHot Sho Shot
That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit
It's that Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit
That Sho Shot, sheeeeit, sheeeeit
That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit
That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit

Uhh, the heavyweight undisputed, still hit MC's like
("Hoo-yu-ken!") break it down now
Lyrical murderer, hit MC's like what?
("Hoo-yu-ken!") c'mon now
Ain't a damn thing changed
I still remain, the ill, reputed
And just in case y'all forgot or, just didn't know
I hit MC's like ("Hoo-yu-ken!") break it down now