Feat. Phat Kat J Dilla (Ft. Phat Kat)

[Intro: Phat Kat]
Yeah
Yeah, I like this shit

[Verse 1: Phat Kat]
You know, over the years I've seen MCs come and MCs go
Niggas on tour gettin' paid doing wack-ass shows
With gay-ass flows, y'all all some hoes to me
Phat Kat, who you thought it was supposed to be?
You got a hot single, now your ass 0-for-3
Phony niggas like you don't even come close to me
I'm from Detroit City where my styles ain't free
Wanna hear some real shit? You gotta pay me
Gift was passed down through my family tree
My mama, my big brother, my two sisters and me
Ronnie Cash, the ill bastard, B
Get caught crossing my path, end up a Kat-astrophe
Niggas is mad cause they hoes is drafting me
Fuck around with P, going down in three
Seconds flat, put your bitch-ass right on your back
That's what you ho niggas get for fuckin' with Kat
When my crew roll through, y'all don't want no parts to that
Puttin' flows to tracks in less than ten minutes flat
Yea— Yea— Yeah, want no parts to that
We putting flows to tracks in less than ten minutes flat