Alright listen, I'm back again cause that's what you required of

Me steady rhyming, and I'm so sick and tired of

Being forced to put suckers in their place

You make me mad enough to punch you in the face

But I'm not trying, so never sound like I don't bone to pick with you

Show and prove that you can stand on your own two

I speak the poetry, dissing those who keep on quoting me

Try to play me, cease it, you don't know me

So smile in my face, behind my back take a line or two

I'm not an idiot, so who you think you lying to?

Queen Latifah's here to lay the law down

So speed it up or shake it around because it's a showdown

The 45 King is arising, suprising, hypnotising star, he's up to par

So I hope you've prepared yourself for what you're in for

This is Latifah's Law



BMW's and gold rope chains don't impress me

Or get you closer to the point you can undress me

Get skeezed, you nose will bleed, that's how they live life

Prepare to feel the wrath of the giver of all life

Fire and desire make you go a little higher

When I grab the wire of the mic

And get hype, I'm sorry you sound dot

Cause I roll like the homicide squad

You must be broke and, hoping that I'm soft but I'm dope and

Left you in the litter to consider coping with

Life, it's trife yeah, but these things happen

You need to make it better, stop trying to be the mack again

Get a grip on the African way

Cause there's a sucker born every day

Crime's the way for you to see what the Queen saw

And this is Latifah's law



Now DJ Mark made up a beat that he can bring you

And I of course supply the rhyme that you can swing to

The Flavor Unit keeps all, and keeps a way to band

And slides keep the hardcore fall, cause I'm heavy-handed

Whip out a .45 caliber pen and begin

A funky message from beginning to end

Peace be to Africa, can't forget my other land

Won't fulfill my heart unless I speak about the motherland

You say you're living right, but we know it's nonsense

In case you forgot, just check your conscience

At showtime, I blow lines, you don't get yours, I get mine

Your showtimes, you behind, the Queen Latifah divine

Rule number one: don't step across the line that I drew

Number two: don't take credit for something that you didn't do

Number three: check your heart, every man has a call

It's time for me to go, but I'll be back, y'all


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