Intro Next in Line

Oo ooh let me testify I bet you a dollar you didn't know that i Was capable of spitting such hot fire Its not what you expected is it well i try And if you're looking for me let me know You can find me in streets of Chicago go Don't you think this track is hotter than your kitchen stove Welcome to me I'm Nia next in line this is how it goes When i wake up i don't grab my makeup i get my pen And i begin to write for you i cant give you what your use to Only speak what I've been thru Maybe that's why they call me truth I do this for the love God sent this from above And gave to me to give to you So all the ladies and the fellas in the building Put your hands up in the air if you are feeling me I came to deliver a part of me its m-u-s-i-c