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Yo-Yo

Yo-Yo (born Yolanda Whittaker on August 4, 1971) is a Grammy-nominated American hardcore rapper and actress. Much of her music has advocated female empowerment, denouncing the frequent sexism found in hip-hop music. She is the protégé of gangsta rapper Ice Cube. Yo-Yo dubbed her crew the IBWC, which stood for the Intelligent Black Woman's Coalition. more »

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Sick of this shit
Sick of all these mediocre Motherfuckers
Saying that they run this strip
I might just snap
Grab a fork
Stab a nigga in the neck
Get it on tape
Just to play that shit right back
Most of these niggas
All bark no bite
No rhymes no bars
Me I'm like a prison baby
Got these niggas tense
Bum cheeks clench
Drop the soap they 
Looking at me all intense
Grim reaper
On these motherfuckers
Crazy enough to pull up 
At your doorstep
With a balaclava
Say you wanna start sum
Drop me a pin
You know I be at the location
In a minute or ten
I ain't scared to take a hit
On my way to the win
I ain't scared of no beef nigga
F*ck it I slay
Got a laundry list of rappers That I'm ready to kill
Ain't scared of no heat nigga
F*ck it I spit
Have you seen and heard the fire that I'm blessing these streets with
You ain't bout shit nigga

Your favorite rapper dead
Bludgeoned with a couple bars
Straight to the head
I took their shit I did
Then I made em 
Make a run for their careers
And bitch I came to win
Look at all these bodies
Round me
Bitch I came to kill
Look at all these bars 
I run with 
Bitch I came with skill
Your favorite rapper dead
Bludgeoned with a couple bars
Straight to the head
I took their shit I did
Then I made em 
Make a run for their careers
And bitch I came to win
Look at all these bodies
Round me
Bitch I came to kill
Look at all these bars I run with
Bitch I came with skill

Tomorrow night
I'm gonna smash your boy guys
I'm gonna smash your boy
And

You and all your friends
Don't phase me nigga
Talk big game 
But you ain't got hitters
Run up on the block
Just to kill rap niggas
Just to kick this game 
Right upside down
Run up in your lane
Finna take your shit
See me on your strip
Better watch your bitch
Better watch your pocket
Think you're fire
Boy I'm Satan
Take that flame
And I extinguish
What you wanna say 
About that nigga
Bet you never seen 
A bitch this bad
Kill these raps nigga
Think you're gonna catch me
Sounding like you're 
Made of madness
Made of madness
Think twice 'fore 
You come at a hoe
I'm coming for these niggas
Heading for the top of the pole
Taking up space I run this race
These hitters don't know 
What it takes
This an
Ode to your favorites
Fucking up the order
Rearrange it
There's a reason I dream so big
I knew one day I'd make it
Bitch

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