Too Phat feat. Reefa , Mizz Nina , Noreen & MOB Wanna Battle? Lyrics

Plan B Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Boogie Down
  • 2 Anak Ayam (Freak to the Beat)
  • 3 EMCEE (INTERLUDE)
  • 4 Just a Friend
  • 5 Wanna Battle?
  • 6 DEEJAY (INTERLUDE)
  • 7 Camelia (skit)
  • 8 What You Want?
  • 9 It's on You
  • 10 Who Wants to Be an Illionaire? (skit)
  • 11 Illion
  • 12 Pinklady
  • 13 B-BOY (INTERLUDE)
  • 14 Get Stoopid
  • 15 GRAFFITI (INTERLUDE)
  • 16 You
  • 17 Clap to This
  • 18 Last Song
  • (Malique)
    Remember back in the time when it was all about the simplest rhymes
    Way before Malique be kickin' the the wickedest flows and ticklish lines
    But hey it's a little bit changed now, it's getting more strange now
    I'm feelin' the pain and sick of the dirty games and sick of the flirty dames now
    I'm sick of them kekos who kickin' their simile so similar to the mista
    I'm sick of them people that takin' advantage now is you diggin' the picture
    Slick with the raps I'm bringing, I'm killin' any cats in Sing Sing
    Your cat wanna battle me? Bring him in the ring ring
    And see this killa be sting him

    (Reefa)
    Wanna battle me dribblin'
    Gonna be laughin' at you like you be ticklin'
    While I be goin' fast you be tricklin'
    Doze off like a dose of penicillin
    And even though you be figurin wit the flow you deliverin'
    In a bose speaker bein' in
    For this ear to be listenin'
    Keep your head up for a dissin', I'm good like finger lickin',
    Wanna test the best and get yourself in a mess
    While you kickin' a dress
    I'll be up in the press
    Never settle for less
    While you feelin', depressed with a stick in your chest
    So bring it on, and lay it down
    And now you know I get around
    And while you kickin' it
    I'll be the fella in the back puffin' under breath lickin' it

    (Mizz Nina)
    Get ready for the attack 'cause look who's back
    Mizz Nina comin' through with the crew and Too Phat
    Have you ever seen a hot be-girl emcee.
    I bust rhymes with mad style
    Positions, baby freeze
    So please acknowledge the fact that I'm the equal in this hip hop sequel
    Don't be judgin' on my physicals
    I swallow you and your crew like small raisins
    Whether sober or under intense intoxication
    What you facin' are nights full of frustration
    It's amazing how I always keep my rap blazin'
    Hot like cajun, witness the chicks assassination
    It's evident, believe my hip hop dedication
    This highness be with wisdom, touchin' upon the throne
    Furious intensity bestowed upon my microphone
    Lyrical fitness, the impact like a hitlist
    Keep your s***list and won't stop till I'm finished, what?

    (Noreen)
    Your whole style feminine
    Sickin' when you spittin em
    No more fans be diggin em
    Cause I be the one who addictin' em
    Sugar make you high like I'm lemon gin
    Grillin' any man like I'm Eminem
    Who's that next chump? Bring em in
    I'll stomp on him wit' ma Timbalands
    Y'all know I ain't no fairy yo, some might think I' a scary ho
    Mind full of war scenarios, Noreen remain imperial

    (Joe)
    My dribblin' don't impress you
    But would you be depressed,
    If I address your female siblin'
    With my ticklin' too, and the figidy freakin fools
    Swing my diggity dingaling from Petaling too Timbuktu
    And got me impromptu freestylin' spits blow you to bits
    Turn your fans into my fanatics
    Jizzow addicts we'z a force to be reckoned with
    Now don't you know
    I can pull it off slow
    But then again I could be droppin jams
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    (Saint)
    No more time to be silent , it's time to get violent
    Cause you know here I come with the bomb and it's pumpin'
    So best beware don't sit down and just stare
    Pump it up in the air when you know we are there
    Get it up and down comin' to you straight from the underground
    Buck buck pow it's the sound of the shallow streets of my hood
    And it's makin' me frown
    Steadily standin' me, feelin' me, backin' me, bring it on to the top
    Better just makin it real so you can feel the beat don't make you drop
    Get your groove on, put your strap on
    Don't keep me waiting too long
    Cause I'm a blow it off

    (Sam)
    Feel ma' heat when I'm home alone
    Couldn't keep me asleep gotta sleep till dawn
    Shall I stick with me click
    Might get rid of the heat so I sit on
    My seat 'fore I slip or get prick on my feet makes me sick
    As I peeped out the street, got a tip for the treat
    Better hit down the beat start to lead on this song
    Couldn't keep me home
    Close up the wind blow
    Get in the car and close up the window lookin' in far and
    Ya'll better be holler me for battle as I rebel against the devil
    Friends form the past
    Enemy who dares to stop on my chest go ahead
    Be my guest



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