MOS DEF
Yo, in she came with the same type game
the type of girl givin out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame, she like cats with big thangs,
Jewel chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on ave, spotted her more than once
Back so fat that you can see it from,
She spot me like paparazzi; shot me a glance
in the cat woman stance with da real nice pants
MY ORIGINAL POEM
She has me gone by the way she moves
Floatin cross da room, tryin not to be rude
But she cant help it, its a blessin and a curse
Eyes of an angel wearin da devils purse
And of course its Prada
Ask if she has heart, guarantee she says nada
Fiery girl in a dark room shone bright
Somethin hit me inside, i knew it wasn't right
But if its wrong, I dont wana be da opposite of left
If I fall, she pushed me from da steps
She's twisted, Im trippin, addicted to her sickness
Beauty is her downfall, But leme lift it
