Ms. Martin Lyrics - Big Punisher

Yeah, sometimes you gotta fool 'em 

Sometimes you gotta send a woman to do a man's job, nawmean? 

In this case, my girl hit like a grown motherfucking man 

Y'all niggas better lay low 

Catch you in a hurtin', nawmean? 

Blow your balls off, nigga 

Yo 

Where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better believe that 

She always got my back 

Nigga twirl that about to blaze a sack, where the weed at 

She don't know how to act 

'Cuz that's my girl black with that monster rap, better believe that 

You know the Bronx is back 

She represent that 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that 

My niggas love to scrap 

I inhale the deepest, cock back and bust rhymes at your speakers 

I'm troubled, shoot out the air bubbles in your sneakers 

The type to cop a Range along with all the features 

Then take the back streets to avoid the leeches 

A pregnant bitch talk shit, I'ma destroy her fetus 

Her dead baby popped this pussy, and his boys can't beat us 

Straight strong armin, bombarding, and bogarding 

Remi don't write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon 

It's Ms. Martin I done broke night in the studio writin' 

While fraud broads don't get no publishin', still be bitin' 

They kill me lyin', like they the ones doin' the scribin' 

When you can hear the ghostwriter, all up in they rhymin' 

I flows like water, got this drizzle with little C 

Catch me with Pun eatin' skittles in the middle of Little Italy 

Y'all don't know diddly, I spit hot, and drop shit 

Every time I kick a rhyme, Pun I burn my lip 

Take another pull, bust another shot, y'all can't stop me 

Come through in a jail suit, and the new Beef 'n' Broccolis 

Doin' it, if I'm havin' a good time and you ruin it 

I seen a nice casket that'll look good with you in it 

New improved shit, the year start with a 2 shit 

Next millennium, sell a million, clue shit 

Exclusive to tell the truth, y'all useless 

'Cuz I'm a dime that could rhyme you still on the deuce list 

Where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better believe that 

She always got my back 

Nigga twirl that about to blaze a sack, where the weed at 

She don't know how to act 

'Cuz that's my girl black with that monster rap, better believe that 

You know the Bronx is back 

She represent that 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that 

My niggas love to scrap 

Remi Martin, dash, reminisce, slash 

Remi, cash like a check in a stash 

Me without rhymes is like a flint with no flash 

Stripper with no ass, car with no gas 

Tryin' to go fast, I love to hear the guns go blast 

I love the sounds of the shells fallin' down 

Love to smoke weed, stay blowin' trees, fuck liquor 

When shit get thick, I love to hear my bitches raise his clique up 

You sick, but I'm sicker, plus our guns is bigger 

If you really wanna kill us, do it nigga, pull the trigga 

How you figure, you could really come and take what's mine 

And all I gotta do is send a little letter to Rah 

He'll send the troops out 

My brother don't hesitate to pull a tool out 

And I'm his little sis, so he taught me the same shit 

Quick to flip, but your name should be Prickless 

'Cuz every time you open your mouth, you suckin' my dick 

Talkin' shit as if you a soldier, nigga 

When you a no cash, low class, doja nigga 

Y'all rock rocks, we bling bling boulders, nigga 

Look over your shoulder I'm in the Rover, it's over, nigga 

Inhale, cock back and bust, just because 

I know none of y'all busters is touchin' us 

I got the thoroughest thugs and baby reminisces 

That don't give a fuck with a aim that never misses 

Hugs and kisses, never, just slugs and stitches 

Thugs and bitches forever, check the mugshot pictures 

Fuck the weather, I still got my tan Timbs on 

Just copped the pink mink and winter been gone 

I been on this thug shit y'all can't seem to fuck wit' 

My shit is hot dogs, to top it off, still spittin' mustard 

No fair, 'cuz I don't care I go to war wit a musket 

Just give me some oreos, a jar of dro and two dutches 

'Cuz Pun be the nicest motherfucker on the market 

Now he got the nicest bitch, what? Remi Martin 

Where my girl at, quick to bust the mack, better believe that 

She always got my back 

Nigga twirl that about to blaze a sack, where the weed at 

She don't know how to act 

'Cuz that's my girl black with that monster rap, better believe that 

You know the Bronx is back 

She represent that 'cuz Terror Squad got her back, some say heed that 

My niggas love to scrap