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You really don't have to do this

Why do people jus ask for things

When they don't really want it

They should just shut up

Uh uh uh uh

(What?)

Uh uh

(I'm your fitness instructor)

Uh uh uh uh

(I jus wanna make my money)

(You make yours)

Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh

(It's time for some exercise)

Uh uh uh

(What)

Uh uh uh uh

(Make money or shut up)

Uh uh uh uh uh

Yo, I don't promote no violence but

If that boy gets arrogant O

Leave that boy in the basement so

Done with the bat get up jus walk

I'm not a female beater but

If that girl gets facety O

Slap that girl all hasty cos

She might be buff but she's not ruff

I can't believe I'm hearing that

boy thinks I'm not dangerous

Let me draw his girlfriend home

Cut no slack she'll never go back

Marriage, love, wife please

All that talk is stupid plus

I don't believe in cupid cos

Sometimes mo times everyone two times

Who do they think they are

You push me too far

Look, I don't care who you are

No I'm a super, superstar

Who do they think they are

You push me too far

Look, I don't care who you are

No

Yo, yo, I don't obey no policemen

Cos they forget they're human, uh

Get excited quickly but

He ain't got a gun I'll kick him and run

Don't talk to me about roaming cos

Queen Elizabeth don't know me so

How can she control me when

I live street and she lives neat

I love raising conscience but

There's jus too much violence

I can't stand no nonsense

Book me, watch me, hear me, pay me

I've been far too friendly now

Everybody wants a favor but

I'm not no ones savior cos

Where was you when I was blue?

Who do they think they are

You push me too far

Look, I don't care who you are

No I'm a super, superstar

Who do they think they are

You push me too far

Look, I don't care who you are

No

Yo, talk in the mike I'll talk neat

Talk to your wife I'll talk sweet

Talkin tough I'll talk wid my feet

Rascals raw like red meat

Talk act talk rough

Talk sexy talk buff

Certain girls talk rough

Talk anything, anywhere, any stuff

Yeah, we got style, we'll get cash

Yeah, we got style, we'll make cash

Certain man talk trash

Act funny act flash

Bring your bora, bring your mash

Get banged, get bashed

We don't care who they are, where they are

If they wanna bring the beef we ain't far

Who do they think they are

You push me too far

Look, I don't care who you are

No I'm a super, superstar

Who do they think they are

You push me too far

Look, I don't care who you are

No

I was hot steppin' in my Nike M sneaker

You didn't know I was an MC beater, defeater

Giving the MC a sleeper

I'm in to win fairly I'm not a cheater

I'm starving, hungry ready to eat her

Your drinks sweet but my drinks sweeter though

I'm getting stronger bro your getting weaker bro

I came straight from the gutter lay low

I'm a Ninja Turtle you can't step into my circle

In a sound flash I will hurt you

Paper, Astor, Liverpool

Anyone wanna make paper

They put they're face on the floor and chew

That's what a want, I wanna true ting

A double bed fling with a true ting

Wiley, Rascal that's the bum ting

Gyal wanna bang on my bed

No long ting

Who do they think they are

You push me too far

Look, I don't care who you are

No I'm a super, superstar

Who do they think they are

You push me too far

Look, I don't care who you are

No

Who do they think they are

You push me too far

Look, I don't care who you are

No I'm a super, superstar

Who do they think they are

You push me too far

Look, I don't care who you are

No

Shutup!

No one can't say nothing ever

I'm your fitness instructor

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