Bitchezwit Dikz Lyrics - Heroz4hire - Jeru The Damaja

f/ Lil Dap, Miz Marvel 

Intro: Jeru The Damaja 

Yes yes 

Check it out right here now, knowhatimean? 

Henryville, the muthafuckin bitchez wit dikz 

That's in the midst, 

of the real brothers whose the true wonders 

Knowhatimsayin? Talkin all that shit about this and this and that 

But fakin shit, I'mma drop it like this 

{Jeru The Damaja 

Bad bitches and techs, and sound affects 

Talk but skate like Tara Lipinski, when shit get hec-tic 

Out in Brooklyn, too late you's a vick 

And if spend major dough on a hoe, you a bitch ass trick 

Pimps and players, no I'm not a hater 

'cause I smashed it off, she bust me down I ain't pay her 

Shoutin youse a regulator, 

soft like C3PO, but pop shit like Darth Vader 

For Princess Leia, with flesh hard like Shaggy 

Your booty, when shit get raw you Doo like Scooby 

I'm snatching chains, mics and those platinum groupies 

Dutches, chins, and hips get twist 

And let it be known, I eat ya'll pussies like a porno movie 

Drop that bitch with a dick, and get a nigga like this 

Chorus: Jeru The Damaja (Miz Marvel) 

You never see him the in the ghetto (Bitchez Wit Dikz) 

Think they pimps, but they tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz) 

Turn to states evidence (Bitchez Wit Dikz) 

When beef come they skip (Bitchez Wit Dikz) 

*bitch!* 

You never see him the in the ghetto (Bitchez Wit Dikz) 

Think they pimps, but they tricks (Bitchez Wit Dikz) 

When beef come they skip (Bitchez Wit Dikz) 

Turn to states evidence (Bitchez Wit Dikz) 

*bitch!* 

{Lil Dap 

You niggas are like East New York waste, spit in your face 

Open your mouth, swallow the taste, listen to the pace 

It's like showin the love, the same thing as pullin the club 

Spit it out, ya hoes know what this shit is about 

Bitchez wit dicks, and make a nigga mad as shit 

Cough the cough, when singing thru the streets of New York 

Holdin it down, but wavin my banner all around 

'cause these whole motherfuckers, wanna round are town 

Thinkin they down, but dont know BK grounds 

*bitch!* 

Chorus 

{Miz Marvel 

The next contestant left to be a secret lethal weapon 

Against half steppin, niggas is fake, 

I scope them first impression 

Take the mics possession, with the greatest discretion 

And quick wit, fully equipped, mental lie detection 

Ya eyes cross like an intersection 

You forget to count your blessings, all in the mix 

Sold your soul for it's weight in gold bricks 

Bitchez wit dikz, with chips like chicks 

Only talk with snares and tits 

In the time of revolution, be the first to submit 

Try to be God, but there mental seem unfit 

Speakin mathematics, but quick to kiss a crucifix 

Won't admit that their style is rip and counterfeited 

Contradict, sell their men to bang their fit, a moving target 

Thrown into the bottomless pit, bitchez wit dikz 

Chorus 

(bitch! scratched over and over)