“Work Clothes” Lyrics written and performed by SHEE ©2005 Sheer Badness Entertainment (ASCAP) (Bridge) Come up behind and whine (repeat), jook it for me baby (repeat) - jook it for me baby one time. (Verse 1) Sittin’ at the nine-to-five, can’t wait for the work day to end I hang tonight – bang tonight. My mind like 10pm, sad thing considering it ain’t even lunchtime. But in the meantime, in between time, let me daydream ‘bout being elsewhere. Daydream ‘bout being somewhere, just anywhere but here – here like a nightmare. You could her my phone never stopped ringing today, meeting after meeting today, cut-backs lotta cats laid-off today – gotta get tipsy to work in this place. Gotta do it, bills still gotta get paid, if you live this way, then you feel my pain. Like Jekyll & Hyde in the night and day, in the day I work in the night I play, I… (Hook) Show that side that ‘ya co-workers don’t know, nine-to-five I’m professional. When I need to unwind, me and my friends go to the club and we tear in up in our work clothes (repeat) (Bridge) (Verse 2) No doubt I’mma get my swerve on tonight, switch digits with a dude and be gone tonight. He looks right and he checking for my dance skill, I whine-and-go-down and I make it spin ‘round like a windmill. I got a backpack stacked like flapjacks, got him in a trance how I put it down like that. Know he like that and I dance off the hook and it make him stare and I’m like yeah playa look at it. I’m looking at him, medium build and brown skin like ooh I wanna talk to him. Get a drink, get drunk, hit the dance floor then hit the crib, fit to knock a brother out like Kevorkian – till I’m all exhausted and still find the energy to go to work in the morning. Productivity ‘gon plummet, half-hour late when I punch-in – boss better not say nothin’. (Verse 3) At least one day per week, I seek recess. Basically to let loose, recoup from nonsense. I spend most my awake moments with them, even though secretly I hate most of them. Tell the helpdesk I just re-booted; get the dude from I.S. to fix the computer – mad how I spend my days with these losers, office politicin’ by the water coolers. Let me find who be stealing the pens from my cubicle, send me down to H.R. for what I’m ‘bout to do to them. ‘Til 5pm my face screwed, then I crack a smile, cause it’s time for brown juice. Time to get down, girl you know how I do – 21 plus in the crowd it’s childproof. Rockin’ my executive suit, business moves – position open for an acquisition tryna merge with you.

My Girl (Kitty Kitty) Lyrics written and performed by SHEE ©2005 Sheer Badness Entertainment (ASCAP) (Intro) See, my and my girl go back – way, way back. I grew with my girl, my girl grew with me. I am who I am, what I am because of my girl. I’m a girl because of my girl. I look out for my girl, my girl look out for me. No matter what goes down, I look down and right there – I have my girl. (Verse 1) Never in my life can another girl replace you. You like it when my fingers on your tip cause I’d shake you. I’m always playing with you, you’re my best friend. Bubble bath, Calgon take us away - get my mind off men. Stroke you like a musician on their instrument, hittin’ all the notes, fingers on you like the T.V. remote. I push your button when you want a little something, be making sure my baby girl don’t ever want for nothing. I know, you like it when I work you in a deep circular motion – different emotions and you know just how I’m feeling. Brothers just accept that fact that you and me be dealing, skin it open stare at you girl you’re so appealing. Periodically you let me cut and style you hair, you had every different do – I like it most when your silky smooth. Sometimes you let it grow a curly little afro, or you let me fade it. Winter time it grow wild and I try to braid it, I be buggin’ when I’m chillin’ with you – I found love but it nothing like I love you. Nothing come above you cause they know that you’re my lady, something happened to you girl – I’d probably go crazy. Guys try to kick it when they see me in the street, I know they’re thinking of you, when they’re thinking of me. But I take responsibility, I’ll always protect you; you’re firm and well preserved because the way that I’ve kept you – my kitty kitty. (Hook) Kitty, kitty – my cootie, my pattylaylay, my pussy, my chocha, oochie, coohie – your beauty (you’re my) Repeat I’m there for my girl, take care of my girl, lie down in the bed and stare at my girl. When she feeling lonely I console my girl and when I rap I grab and I hold my girl. (Verse 2) Since my birth it’s like I’ve always been one with you. I buy you panties that’ll make you feel comfortable. Every 28 days we have a visitor, I know it make you sick – but we in this together. I get you Midol and Always and Hershey’s Chocolate Kisses, it be over ‘fore you know it baby girl we back in business. You don’t have a voice but we talk together, when I’m in the mood – it’s like I think through you. I take instructions from you, which I use to give directions. You tell me how to bring the juice down when I be flexin’. You be going all out, holding nothing back and I just laugh when I get dizzy having orgasms back-to-back. Go to the liquor store, you perk when you be tipsy. Everywhere I go, I know I’ll always have you with me. Only one you in my life, there ain’t no taking your place and when your hungry – I feed you tom dulee and face. We’ve come a long way, I think of when I first discovered you – pulled off my pampers like “why they wanna cover you”? Back when I was 4 I used to touch you and embarrass my parents, learned what doing that can do to your appearance. Over time I grew and learned just to do it in privacy, girls don’t talk about this but it don’t matter to me. Guys be wankin’ off and telling the world, all these sisters wanna front like they ain’t touching they girl, c’mon. (Verse 3) Your beautiful, you run the world, you do magical things. Make men stupid as hell for the pleasure you bring. Ask any R&B male, it’s the reason they sing. They be trading all they riches just to feel up on some ting ting. Ting Ting got Viagra selling Pfizer into ching ching, Ting Ting in ‘ya video would get you lots of bling bling. Ting Ting on his face will make him light up like the Ringling Brother circus show, let him know you ain’t a ho, you’s a independent woman, you don’t need him for the dough but you deserve it and you’ll take it since he get to see you naked but make sure you let me know – you don’t need his ass to make it. Listen, back to the dawn of time we’ve held ourselves together knowing damn well that our sex organ is better. Now see the man knew this, and they plotted on how to suppress the female to hold herself down and feel that somehow we weak and they stronger even though they manhood just dangle out vulnerable. I never lost sight of the power of my body, what you think made Adam disobey the Almighty – it’ s the kitty kitty.

“Mark Ya Territory” Lyrics written and performed by SHEE ©2005 Sheer Badness Entertainment (ASCAP) (Hook) (Variation in intro) Property and boundaries, it’s going down when you come ‘round me (mark ya territory) I could smell that fear (yeah), know it’s going down when you come out here (mark ya territory) (Repeat line 2) (Repeat line 1) (Verse 1) Got ya place, hold a space in the spot you in – cubicle, neighborhood, cell or apartment. As a youngin’ had to stay in my crib and playpen, since then I know we mark our territory. Now the streets know me and how I be thuggin’, don’t be coming ‘round me tryna start something, ‘cause you don’t have heat need to stop frontin’ – you could call the police and they can’t do nothing. When the shit goes down, (yeah), know what’s coming up when a chick come ‘round (yeah), wanna lose ‘ya rims? park in front of my house (yeah). Every block I lived on I had it shut down – I mark my territory. Better watch that gear, throwbacks and bandanas – you get shot ‘round here wearing them colors and in dirty Jersey really no tellin’ if you make the wrong turn where you heading, what you getting’ is… (Verse 2) Watch out, look out. Never mind it’s daytime and the sun’s out boy. Watch out, look out. Track star on ‘ya mark, get set, be out. ‘Cause the streets love me, I’m the bomb diggy diggy, you could throw punches but you just tickling me and I got heat like I’m up in the military, call the police – ain’t no getting’ rid of me. Hear a loud blast (yeah) time to start duckin’, I could watch you get capped (yeah) and I ain’t see nothin’ and I bet the streets proud to hear I learned something and I know that we mark our territory. Flatbush, Brooklyn what it instilled in me to be a rough chick and you could do anything. Brother step to you, leave they brain hemorrhaging – cause it got spots for them up in the cemetery. (Verse 3) Really ain’t no place like around the way. With spray paint it’s the place where you tag your name. Where you at everyday, where you ain’t afraid, where ‘ya crew roll deep – mark ya territory. Done built my rep ain’t gotta prove nothin’ you could bring that noise, I started that ruckus, nigga wanna talk shit the thing could spit something – I be looking type good but son I stay gunnin’. And I cock full blast (yeah), make the wrong move, watch your life end fast (yeah). If a nigga know me, nigga know SHEE strapped (yeah) – make you clap your hands when a man get clapped – mark the territory. B.K. to N.J., yeah I do the honors, either side of the Lincoln, the Holland or the Goethals. Full throttle, no stoppin’ gotta lot of buck wildin’ pop bottles in the northeast and the world follow like…

“We In Flatbush” Lyrics written and performed by SHEE ©2005 Sheer Badness Entertainment (ASCAP) (Intro) Err’ body love the bush, grimy but it’s all good welcome y’all to my hood (yeah) welcome y’all to my hood (yeah) - y’all could come to my hood. (Verse 1) You correct to jet, ‘cause you pet (petrified) and shook. Took a man to the hood, get ‘ya manhood took. I’mma dead you on your kicks, you could run barefoot; is it all good or off the hook. In Flatbush we ride the 2 and the 5 (trains), cop bootleg CDs, two for five – burnt your CD sold it with mine, roll with Supastars Bucc$ and Live. I’m never on the corner selling nickels and dimes, but your distributors a middle-man stash probably came from mine – got greens, got blacks, wanna ask for whites, I could get that for you at a discount price. I’m that chick, Sheer Badness – BK’s finest find her in Flatbush. Rhymes got you bobbin’ ya head I bet your neck hurt, now you need Hunts and Heinz to try to ketchup. (Hook) Err’ body love the bush, grimy but it’s all good welcome y’all to my hood Tell a nigga “We In Flatbush”, Tell a bitch “We In Flatbush” (Repeat) (Verse 2) I be in the front lines, war zone with soldiers. You know where to find me, right on Nostrand. I be posting up, we all got a roach roasting – apparently you ain’t notice. But how I be rollin’ got my picture on a wanted poster got my face on mug shots various poses. In enough headshots to make a modeling portfolio, ‘cause when I bust shots underground is where you gonna go. Act as if you didn’t know, I’m on my tippie-toes, entering you backdoor – count back from five, I’m live in your living room, nigga what you gonna do - I’m just gonna help myself to a thing or two. Everything I do, hardness regardless, unless I pick up a paintbrush don’t call me a new artist. Spit ahead of the curve, shorty doing this since Triplefat Goose with the faur fur. Moreso when I started wearing Used and Damage with the patches and the bullet holes. By the time I got Columbia jackets I mastered the flow – that was over 10 years ago. (Verse 3) Miss hoodrich, but I’m cheap and broke. I’m a po mofo with the loco flow. If you now catching on, you mad slow – I been poppin’ in the hood like M-80s in payphones. You nigga cake off, but your flow needs work, sound like you qualify for a blue envelope on the first. ‘Cause you lyrically handicapped, talk back, chick will lace you with a physical to match that. Dukes up, shooting the fair one – playa I’m past that ‘cause I grab the mack and blast that. Done got nabbed on an assault wrap bearing a bitch ass, if you off the bitch – they don’t report that at the precinct. Cops don’t got telekinesis, I hypothesize that my thesis. Bare hands I’ll man your unborn fetus, show you how a chick get hard with no penis.

“Po MoFo” Song lyrics written and performed by SHEE ©2005 Sheer Badness Entertainment (ASCAP) (Intro) Yeah, SHEE – like it or not, my music is coming, I am coming, coming for you, at you, with you, coming all over the blasted place cover your damn mouth…what!!! (Verse 1) Don’t struggle tryna figure out the voice in this song I was a star all along, you just now catching on. I’m ‘gon ruin ‘ya plans – take ‘ya fans, take ‘ya man, I’mma spit it in Ebonics so your ass could understand. Did the debut CD before I went pro to hell with Bonnie & Clyde we out for dollars like we Taffy & Creflo. Perfect the flow, preach a little something to get dough – I’d tell you that I’m gully but you done know. I ain’t ‘bout that passing ‘round a plate for collection, if I gave you weight and ain’t collecting – pass around your block and fill you niggas up with more lead than Zeplin – I’m not the one to mess with you don’t know who you testing. Don’t know why you niggas frontin’ like you got money, everybody know you po’ like the red Teletubbie. Son you lookin’ real stupid to me, you sound funny, learn the difference ‘tween a rap and song ass you ain’t a dummy. (Hook) I’m a po mofo and I admit it, you wanna front like you already got it, then you never ‘gon get it. You po (yeah), Me po (yeah), Be po (yeah), We po (nigga yeah) (repeat) (Verse 2) (Nigga yeah, uh, c’mon) Some rappers be in fantasy world, in Wonderland, I’m just tryna understand how you transform magically into a rich man when you be on the mic and how you suddenly forget what your real life like. You be frontin’ like your ass ain’t got a Benefit card, without the free lunch program your ass would starve. Wanna rap about your B.M., we all know referring to you, last letter is X and not W. I don’t think you listening to, what you be spittin’ in your rhymes, only 24’s you spin on, on your mountain bike. But you frontin’ like ice on your arm, rappin’ right in front of me with a $30 name chain you bought at Brooklyn Bargain Bazaar and had the shit on lay-a-way – cop the thing around November put down last May. I’m tryna say, you ain’t even gotta lie, why try, compare your dough to homeless men, it be a tie. (Verse 3) Son be tryna play like he already made it and I’m hating but we all from Vanderveer playa, land of the pissy elevators. You rappin’ bout a chick you can’t buck, weight you never ‘gon cut, loot you never ‘gon touch. If the Staten Island Ferry is the only boat you ever been on, shouldn’t hear about a yacht in your song. Dead wrong, all along you got Section 8 and Rickets, rent 53 cents and you getting evicted – have the nerve to wanna be materialistic, just another bandwagon rapper that be spittin bullshit. Know your mommy got checks from WIC, wanna front like King Vitamin ain’t been in ‘ya crib, wanna play as if you live such a glamorous life – back in the day you used to hit the free cheese line twice. Our lifestyles ain’t that different, but out lyrics like night and day, I don’t spit fiction.

“Madness” Song lyrics written and performed by SHEE ©2005 Sheer Badness Entertainment (ASCAP) (Verse 1) Your CD’s a coaster, everybody shelved it. If you messing with SHEE, you gon’ get dealt with. Why you wanna play like you deaf and don’t hear shit? Smack a nigga so hard his grandma felt it. If you all in my grill, you ‘gon get melted – don’t be starting no beef you gon’ need help with. SHEE you can’t deny her, hot like fire, let your rhymes rest bitch it sound tired. Tryna make something out of nothing, fuck you think you is…Macguyver. I’m ‘bout to put this shit in autopilot. Jersey retired but I ain’t never played a game, serious – I ain’t shooting hoops, but I’m probably shoot in ‘ya face. Right on ‘ya lip, let you see how ‘ya blood taste. Be the Last Dragon, catch the bullet with your teeth ‘cause bitch I hear that you be catching dick with lightening quick speed, in terms of writing rhymes though, you would never be in my league. (Hook) Madness, spit that badness, I ain’t these rappers, I go at this (repeat) (Verse 2) I be running drills, putting hookers through boot-camp, ‘cause I do what you can’t, probably why I got bank. Don’t worry – I’mma let you loan a food stamp ‘cause the things that you rap really ain’t important. Yeah, you was born here, I’ll get your ass deported – face got third world written all over it. Why you choking, ‘cause I pen this nigga, you offended nigga, pay attention nigga, little bent-dick nigga – I’mma straighten you out, right before I skin the waist up and sit on your mouth. See your style played out, even your mom don’t acknowledge her seed, she pushed you out and she like “he don’t really look like me”. But y’all resemble ‘cause you both ugly, both born with club-feet, got hair like Buckwheat. Plus I saw your school picture on a Garbage Pail Kid collector card, I shed a tear too, story really touched my heart. (Verse 3) I be spittin’ type ill, you can’t deny that I rhyme tight, shit be nastier than Broad & Market after midnight. Uglier than base heads when you see them in the street light, fuck with me there’s gonna be more than a catfight. Leave you on a ventilator cause you can’t breathe right, put salt on your wounds and ask you what it feels like. See I’m a sick bitch, your momma done told you, hand around me and watch your heart turn cold too, like an icicle – shit be frigid in the cut, tell my man if he leave he ‘gon get fucked up. Type of ghetto love, type of ghetto chick, type to probably find you swinging round ‘ya dick come an end your life quick shit. Hop off the cliznit, I’m the shiznit, you work for me nigga I run the business. Best chick that ever did it run come get this, call me bitch Willis how I die hard with a vengeance.