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Anotha Victim

This song is by Jeru The Damaja and appears on the album Heroz4Hire (1999).

F/ Miz Marvel

{Miz Marvel
It's the sinister sister, leave mics so hot make hands blister

Try to catch me but all you heard was "Damn you just missed her"

Daily means and whereabouts, more secret than a whisper

Cut sharper than a scissor, lookin' for the love elixir

Like most listeners, let them know it's all in they reach

Spittin' my verbal attack with the impeccable speech

How bout niggas, gotta keep your dog on a short leesh

Got 'head speak, If not they try to play us like suckas

The most commitment, wanted non commitment givin' mothafuckas

But one look in his eyes and I can tell they whole story

Not sayin' that all men fall in this category

Lookin' for a friend or wife for late nate creep if he's horny

If he's sincere, got G, or pick up lines that corny

Tryin' to say that he adore me, when he don't even know me

That type of weak game will leave a nigga, poor broke and lonely

Willin' to go and stick anything that let's 'em stick 'em

'Cause through all that bullshit, he's lookin' for anotha victim

Chorus 2X: Jeru The Damaja

Brrr, stick 'em, hahaha stick 'em

Brrr, brrr, stick 'em, hahaha, stick 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, hahaha stick 'em

Hahahahahaha

{Miz Marvel

Perfect example, it was like Monday the 10th
Late afternoon, just on my king and it was time well spent

In any event, this niggas eyein me, it's evident

Try hard to cement, to ignore his twisted compliments

He seem hell bent for my time, a hundred percent
Asked to come to sit at my table, if I was the age of contended



And no why he would put himself through such torment

And despite the corny line, you could see the extent

That he would go, said he'd pay my rent, dress me and give me dough

Follow by cants and comments bout my bodies measurements
I said "I don't drink moet, take loot to get bent

Or use niggas to pay rent, I'm independent"

His response that "You heaven sent

But I haven't met a chick that ain't have a price yet"
I said "Well, I must be a different type of female

While bitches waitin to exhale, I plot schemes to black male

Talkin' bout, you wash your car, who you knew and your wealth"

A new expirement, thinkin' this niggas playin' himself

With just his arogance, not to exclude his rude attitude

How he pursued, relentless references to seein me nude

The wrong move, this jiggy nigga really thinks he's smooth

Like he got somethin' to prove, and I got nothin' to lose
I know his style, never ran into a femme fatale

Like you hearin right now, comin' through ya ear canal
I smile politely, so as not to blow my cover

Carryin on conversation, knowin' that I'm on some other shit

Should have stopped when he had the chance to quit
Talkin' about his income, and how bout he wanna get some

Next time we meet, he'll just be the next victim

{Miz Marvel

Like my girl Nina, bangin' body and she was cute
But she'd only fuck with niggas if they had mad loot

Plenty ice, nice ride, but she'd always have to drive
Trying to compesate the shit, that as a youth she was deprived

She survived, only to end up to being 85

Talkin' bout I played that nigga, keep it real baby...

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