Intro (unrestricted) Lyrics - Da Brat

Buckwild outrageous do what you feel like doin' 

'Til a motherfucker know 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 weak 

In Chi villain they be killin' every mark in the district 

Can y'all skill match it? 

Right I kill 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 dub's 

Hit me in the mug, and deliver the bud 

Now you talkin' 'bout my gul 

Terror for the millenium, straight fuckin up anyone 

(Hah, 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 

Niggaz and bitches think they run 

Fin' ta 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 West side 

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 hoe 

And niggaz can talk about me, all they want 

'Cause I'ma bad bitch 

And I'ma continue to be that, 'til I'm gone 

Shit, baby girl you ain't even gotta hurt 'em like that 

Commit a murder like that 

Let off like a ass kick and serve a hype track 

Hit the world like volcano's 

Earthquakes, bombs, thunder and lightnin' 

No wonder it's frightening 

Hoe's might as well not come out of hiding 

Could 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 that gangsterin' and hustlin' 

Ballin' and bustin' so lie low 

Dodge low from my Chi flow 

We smokin' up five oh 

And work thirty calories 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 

Niggaz 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 pimpslap lame bitches just for the laughter 

All or nothin', never a fraction 

Yeah, you got it motherfuckin' Millie Jackson 

You bitches, you bitches