[Timb] You see? I think it's time for me to put it down For my females, ha ha I'mma let my females shine on this track You see? I ain't bias I ain't racist either So I'mma let uh, Mocha, bring it in [Mocha] Uh, yo The one boss bitch not on that horse shit Honey, I wanna score wit Money? I'm all for it Speak the raw shit, they on the floor quick Prepare to be surprised if you think I'm a poor chick Got off the war shit, you could be more sick Plus I could flip from up, I'll flattin' out four bricks As for the mic? I could break, know why? Well, here's the blessin', my style my own And shorty can't touch it To y'all ramble on, I'mma get my gamble on So I'm handle-on while y'all are scramble-on On the battle? It's on I take you on anywhere I take you on the bus, on a boat, or up in the air (Say what?) I take you on with the gat I take you on in the track I take yo' ass on a trip You never come back Though this freestyle these styles ain't free When I'm done better believe they gotta powerful me [Timb & Girls] 1 - What chu know about this, huh? You don't know? Let me show you 'bout this, huh? We gon' blow, we don't roll without hits, huh? Got the dough, you could never doubt this, huh? huh? What chu know about this, huh? You don't know? Let me show you 'bout this, huh? We gon' blow, we don't roll without hits, huh? Got the dough, you could never doubt this, huh? huh? [Mocha] Y'all go 'head and yap on, I'mma keep rap strong Talk, but don't act on what you rap on I speak facts to beat clacks, and lead tracks Heed that, relax, feedback? Keep that Better ease back, never see me slack Break your kneecaps then have you do three laps Tryin' to see this half a mill', y'all stingy stacks Her weed and sacks, her keys to crack Wonder why they can't keep they eyes off me? Y'all chicks ain't late, I'm a don plus three Gotta see, I gotta stack On the wip? I got a Jag On the clip? I got a tek That's why you not a threat Wanna know how you could be down too? Can I do, make 'em say (eye oh) Been through it, I put too much into it And writing solo, I may not hand the load Repeat 1 [Timb] Babe Blue, what? [Babe Blue] Y'all chicks assed-out, Babe blue's here Shug' out your mind cuz my debut's near All you demo chicks see me when you master yours I surpass you whores, then I smash you broads Shorty, don't get yo' hopes high Praise the most high, Babe Blue, Little Mocha I crush all those small hoes, what? My go-to-the-store-clothes is better than your wardrobe You ain't seeing mine, I walk right in the club You one of them chicks that be in line Me? Studded out Ice? Flooded out Bitch, you ain't nice, please cut it out Bronx to the death we gon' spit raw Timbaland got beats, what chu talkin' shit fo'? Forget yours, Moch' and Blue coming through By storm, Z-man, tell me what chu gon' do? Repeat 1 [Babe Blue] Y'all chicks talk alot, now you wanna hate me? Moch' & Babe Blue, Cagney and Lacey Start the bidding wars at 1.2 We gon' show all y'all what one joint do You wanna give the third degree Cuz you never heard of me? See thugs murder me, deep blood burgundy Hell naw, see, I'm trying to get my mill', ma Thug chicks didn't know, so I had to tell y'all Repeat 1 [Timb] What? Yeah, you right Tonight One life to live, baby
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