Chorus: Teddy Riley
 This is how it should be done
 Cause this style  is identical to none
 How can I make you dance some more
 (T.R.) That's what I came here for

 Repeat Chorus

 And nowwww... here's the magnificent...
 funkyyyyyy momma!

 Verse One: Queen Pen

 Lyrical flows like WHAT
 The man behind the music'll make you JUMP
 New Jack your Swing and make you SHAKE YOUR RUMP
 No Diggi-ty tellin me this is WHAT YOU WANT, bass lines and snares
 that'll make you hump, WHY
 Intimated by his fourteen year run, WELL
 In ninety-seven he's a different kind of funk, FUNK FUNK FUNK
 We pulls together like a perfect hand to tongue, HAH
 You pressed your luck and now you faster shit be sunk, ZOOM
 Be combin through the future with your face punked, AND YOU
 forgot about the past, now what you want, platinum tracks
 to put you on the map, NAH
 Cause we gotta keep it in fam', YEAH
 You had your chance to be down wit da man, UH-HUH
 So busy playa-hatin perpetratin, frauds
 Articulatin, on his downfall, TRUE, you can't take it

 What the deal Ma?
 Funky Momma blaze the track so you can feel her
 I'm Miggidy I'm all about the dollar bills y'all, rock the Diamond Lex
 All that shit behind my desk is signed in checks

 [Teddy Riley]
 Do you like hits baby, got em goin crazy on BlackStreet
 You know it's plaque time when me and the track meet
 Save all your wack beats, Q.P. and T.R.
 so precise with mics we should be surgeons in E.R.
 The block knows (like that) baby girl be my diamond cause
 she rocks shows (for Black) see my ones ain't no way that
 you can stop those, Little Man got your breath together
 with Queen Pen now it's hot to death, so take a look back (look back)
 What I did, what I'm doin, where I take this (take that)
 It's kind of simple cause a n*gga just make hits (make tracks)
 Peep the facts, keep a stack, on the Streets of Black
 ladies scream he's the mack, cause
 I kick, sh*t to make a fly chick you with
 my chick, and plus funds just ridiculous
 cause I'm rich, we are T.R. you see Q.P.
 That's we BlackStreet, gone!

 (You, can't, take, it)

 And nowwwwwwwww... here's the magnificent...
 funkyyyyyy mommaaaaaah!

 [Queen Pen]
 Now Teddy, JAM, for me ONE TIME
 Cross that thin line make my hips BUMP N GRIND
 what just happened, all this shadyness cause of platinum hits
 Little Man be the sh*t, Funky Momma represent
 It ain't never been no different plus WE GOT WITNESSES
 to account for alla dis sh*t, test we
 and get your, block knocked off, UHH
 You can keep yappin UNTIL YOU GET HOARSE
 it don't matter, we don't, follow chit chatter
 WE MAKE HITS, and calls, when situations get thick
 ASK SAINT NICK, about the repoitoire
 For those in the past, they know who they are
 If the shoe fits trust, WE GON WEAR IT
 And we beez the baddest click up on this planet
 We paid the cost to be boss G*d [damn it]
 cause scared don't win money, NOW DROP IT

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