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[Verse 1: Millie Jackson]
BuckWIIIILD outrageous do what you feel like doin
Tell a motherf*cker no when you don't feel like screwin
I did it, you do it, break the ties that bound
Keep a motherf*cker off you, keep your feet on the ground
HEYYY! f*ck YOU if you can't go for that
And a double f*ck you from Da Brat-a-tat-tat
Let it all hang loose, never feelin afflicted!
Go for what you want and it's called.. Unrestricted

[Verse 2: Twista]
May the Lord be my witness
From the "Funk" to the "Tantrum" now "Unrestricted"
The K-Town b*tch too wicked
In Chi-villain they be killin every mark in the district
Can y'all skill match it?
Right off Kilpatrick from the six-oh-six-fo'-fo'
Got hit cause ya clip so slow
Motherf*ckers can't do sh*t with "So So"
Shine like a twenty inch Mo-Mo
For the Navi' on top of them dub's
Hit me in the mug, and deliver the bud
Now you talkin bout my gul
Terror for the millenium, straight f*ckin up anyone
(hah, anyone.. sssh*t) Steady bust like a semi gun
Murderin over any drum; comin out from the dark
Here to let you know here she come

[Verse 3: Da Brat]
Can't nobody do what I done
n*ggas and b*tches think they run
Fin' ta throw another one of my "Tantrums" redrum
And the six-oh-six-fo'-fo' is where I'm from
Callin on my n*gga Twista to set this sh*t off
Two of the best motherf*ckers on the Westside
If I need to relieve stress I get high
This the introduction - Unrestricted is how I bust in
Like a blow to the dome and a severe concussion, shock a ho
And n*ggas can talk about me, all they want
Cause I'mma bad b*tch
And I'mma continue to be that, til I'm gone

[Verse 4: Twista]
sh*t, babygirl you ain't even gotta hurt em like that
Commit a murder like that
Let off like a asskick and serve a hype track
Hit the world like volcanos
Earthquakes, bombs, thunder and lightnin
No wonder it's frightening
Hoes might as well not come out of hiding
Could you really be about to crush em
Dustin em off like Hoffman and hush em
Feel the repercussions of a girl
From a place where that gangsterin and hustlin
Ballin and bustin is all I know
Dodge low from my Chi flow
We smokin on fye bo
And work thirty calories off like Tae-Bo
In the middle of the function flossin
With a grip no script but "Legit Ballin"
Better go on with the sh*t talkin
I create corpses for caskets and coffins
n*ggas don't want Twista to spit
I kick that Mobtastic sh*t
Introduction for a raw and sometimes psychotic b*tch

[Outro: Millie Jackson]
Oh I'm the befo', but Da Brat is the after
We pimpslap lame b*tches just for the laughter
All or nothin, never a fraction
Yeah, you got it.. motherf*ckin Millie Jackson
You b*tchES!
.. You b*tchES!

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