Anotha Victim - Jeru The Damaja, 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

Not sayin' that all men fall in this category

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

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 & lonely

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

Cuz thru 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

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 thru 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

Followed by constant 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' thru 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

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…