(Bridge)
Put your hands up 'cause it's a standing ovation
Get your hands up 'cause it's a standing ovation
Throw your hands up 'cause it's a standing ovation
Man get your hands up to that sky high

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You get a standing ovation cause your shits whack
Throw your hands in the air clap clap clap
Twenty-one gun salute cause my shits hot
Throw your guns in the air pop pop pop pop
You get a standing ovation cause your shits whack
Throw your hands in the air clap clap clap
Twenty-one gun salute cause my shits hot
Throw your guns in the air pop pop pop pop

(Verse 1)
You're in Danger of leaving here sickly
You need to move quickly before you get tipsy
Off that rum and Hennessy, better be handling your business g
Over those whack ass vibes that you and crew be sending me
Better know this that i descended before dark turned to light
And all of that energy manifested into the 5 ft 3 shorty
That's me, B-A to the D K - A to the T
Represent through my flesh the vision of I 3
And I see you looking from across the room
I don't mean to come over and have to consume
The space in this building between me and you
But I'm about to write a final definition to your doom
And the only recourse of a time coming soon
Is to light your ass up at the chime of high noon

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(Verse 2)
And I'm saying I ain't playin y'all ain't ready for who gotcha
Better check your partner looking like biggie pops shot ya
I karate chop ya better call an ambulance better yet
better call your doctor
cause i'm a drop you right in your tracks
ain't no turning back, just the simple facts
if you front on my team forcing me to react
my flows are hard and fast like a rata-tat-tat
And that's that - you don't want to go and do this
You don't want to get yourself caught up in the wrong twist
With the wrong girl who keeps a long hit list
When your name's crossed off you've wished your last wish

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(Verse 3)
You can feel the tight grip you sense the tight flow
You can think what you want but you already know
I may not look like much when I'm on the mic phone
But I rock from here to Rome to deep in your zone
And this is your last chance to pick up your cell phone
Dial up seven digits by touching the touch tone
Put a call into your wifey who's sitting at home
Have her pick your ass up because you all alone
In the wrong time and the wrong place
And I hate to be the one to rearrange your face
But your attitude is out of line and I've got the taste
To squash this beef and disappear without a trace

(Chorus)
(Bridge)