“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.