f/ Bab







Chorus (A group of people):







Fuck a wanna be BITCH



Playa Fly you remember to say hello to your great Granny



Fuck, fuck a wanna be BITCH



Playa Fly you remember to say hello to your great Granny



Fuck a wanna be BITCH







(Playa Fly)



It be lizamin' [lamer] than what'cha claimin' you lames ain't spookin' me



I'm choosin' to stand alone on my own, me and B.A.B.



And backed up by Billy C, H, and I to the double L



And brothers like Mark and Tally whose minds haven't slipped and fell



By placin' me on the scale, and weighin' me by the P



You will see that I'm full of P to the T ain't no G in me



A fella from S.P.V., Fly for fuckin' a wanna be



I.B.N. who you fuckin' with, so your shit in it I will be



I'm packin', attackin', meanwhile those bosses be mackin'



And Mister Crim lookin' grim, from the way you wanna bes actin'



Intelligence you be lackin', not a lizick [lick] of common sense



Super duper and neutral and to the future and past tense



Lil' Flizy ain't hookin', Fly ain't smokin' or none of that



Even though you be lookin' and placin' jackins upon my back



I keep my pimpin' intact and lay my facts upon the table



And fuck a wanna be who live in violatin' labels bitch







Chorus







(Playa Fly)



Now that Fly got your attention, mane sit and listen to what I say



I mention a situation we facin' in everyday



The shit that I start to see, it just don't agree with me



Imitatin' a person that play the shit well that's new to me



The bottom a Playa be, I'm found on a higher ground



The sound I be puttin' down, a playa make words around



I'm sportin' a sippin' crown clown, peep the five or six



Seven where I'm dwellin', so from heaven fillin' up to this



On my way past number nine, higher than a Funkytown



What you thinkin' I thought it and now you ballin' without a dime



Your mind is all in a bind, you're blizind [blind] leading the blind



Overdose of this Holy dope that I blow will leave you behind



So go catch up with your kind, cuz my kind don't wanna be



playa hated, associated by bustas who envy me



The B double O, N, E, man you peep?They be under you



I, B, N, they be in the house, I know that you want it too







Chorus







(Playa Fly)



Many suckas be flockin', bigger bustas be mockin'



Ask me why when I'm high, your mega shit I be stompin'



Start you bustas to rockin', cuz I'm bumpin' what's in me



Ain't no flockin' or fakin' or devil tradin', just pimpin'



I be spittin' to bitches and other niggas who itchin'



For this here Playa Fly dissin', hoe on your ear you will listen



So now you will nizzow [know] about these lyrics I flizow [flow]



When all the P let me gizow [go], so Fly can fire up this hizzow [hoe]



B, A, B what you see?







(Bab)



Alot of nothin' but wanna bes



Claimin' titles and I know they disrespectin' authority







(Playa Fly)



Want a bitch they ignorin' you from the way they adorin' Fly



Many suckas who knowin' me claim they flowin' it makes me cry



You try me if you wanna try, but Lil' Fly will never lose



Have you cussin', and fussin', all in the dust and singin' the blues



Bill Chill only real with you, Allah who we rollin' with



And Bone, and Will Chill, Carlos P., FUCK A WANNA BE BITCH







Chorus til' fade