The Makings Of A Perfect Bitch Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

[Chorus] 

I know you think you got it together player, but fuck the bird you with 

And listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch 

Listen close to the makings of a perfect bitch 

There's always one thing wrong and you wish that you could switch 

Or fix, while you shapin' every curve and hips, you heard of this? 

The makings of a perfect bitch 

[Nas] 

A ghoul at night, I role like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife 

I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper 

Mad niggaz in this one predicament 

You try to choose a loyal one and stick with it 

My stupid dick again searching for something to jump and then start humpin' 

Convincing me that the history of a woman is about leaving a nigga with nothing 

So my experiences taught me how to come up with a plan to make a right one for the man 

A toy for the boy, the one that righteously will understand 

And since I can't find her I guess I gotta make her 

I creep in the night like a kinky undertaker 

I think I'm on a caper to abduct a nerd from the Ivy League 

Next stop at the strip club snatch a bad one and flee 

What's next, I'm stakin' out a five star restaurant to kidnap the chef 

Say goodbye to the stress 

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[Chorus] 

[Nas] 

I stitch 'em together then I kiss 'em forever 

These surgical gloves are made of love, couldn't be better 

Four cycles of blood, child birth first 

Men-e-stral cycle, last men-e-stral cycle then death 

That's four, so I guess rebirth is the fifth 

Put 'em together, that's a genius, a slut and a chef 

Holdin' the scalpel while cutting the flesh 

Heavy bleeding, so I need suction, it's such a mess 

If she survives she'll be sucking me next 

Dark nipples on her D-cup breasts so I could titty fuck while she do 

my taxes for the IRS 

So I could just relax, shit, by now I'm blessed 

I'm her daddy, I'm her messiah, I'm god 

Cause I injected obedience and loyalty in her heart 

Know you mad cause you with a bitch that nag you to death 

I smack mine on the ass and she breathe her first breath 

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[Chorus] 

[Nas] 

Gimme Sade's mystique, she gotta know her way in the streets 

Like Billie Holiday in Harlem 

Body from Ketoi Johnson and Kenya Moore and Apple Bottoms 

Maya Angelou's brain and some groove from Terry McMillan 

Them Angelina Jolie lips, Angela Davis, Sista Souljah's wit 

Helping me load clips 

Some words form a pimp was, "Nas, it just don't exist" 

But homes is twisted, a home ain't a home without without the misses 

All the girls that I named are queens, no disrespect 

But I need me someone to disappear, reappear like I dream of Jeannie 

Whenever I want, I think I met her, it's on, forever I'll flaunt 

[Chorus]