[Verse 1: Missy] Me and my clique Run thur the gutter breakin down shutter As the beat goes
dun dun dun duna Ain t nothing better than these favorite buttas It s like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubba Have him have him undercover like he thought he never How the hell a bitch like me become so celva Yall wack MC s
yall never never Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather Yall suspect hoe s yall suspect hoe s Takin off your clothe yall reject hoe s Fell the rhythm
I m bout to kill em [Chorus] Missy (Timbaland) Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon
easy (Nigga,Slap!Slap! Right across your melon
easy) [Verse 2: Missy] Yall lil Tryin act bigga don t yall get the picture Every freakin year I come wit something sicka Fan s takin flick s wanna get my picture Freak s only speak ?Do you know Jigga?? Strange muthafucka s wanna be my nigga Turn your man to a ass-licker Cheatin ass men means
cheatin as men Time to stop gamin and stay the fuck in Fell the rhythm
I m bout to kill em [Chorus] Missy (Timbaland) Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon
pronto (I said,Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon
pronto) [Verse 3: Da Brat] You don t wanna get smacked right quick Wit a upper cut like this I don t give a fuck if you don t like this Still get paid to bust the right shit Still get paid to hope on the dick I m a prostitute
I gotta a lot of loot But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup What I m post to do
starve for you This ain t ??
I can t crawl for you That s impossible I make the rule I pay the dues I wear the pants Bought the shoes
they Prada too Fuck wit me you lose Step to me and get brused Your chances are not few
they none So what I m bitchy Roll a phat blunt wit Missy In the front wit me Tim hit AHH
wit the bang to the boggada beat Burnin em wit the heat It don t conser me
when nigga talk shit They just wanna learn me When they see me,I permentaly Damage they shit internally And Slap!Slap! Slap! em right across the melon [Timbaland] Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon
easy [Verse 4: Jade] I m the M-S-J-A-D-E Toes and lows
bling like I m B.G.
I don t know nigga help
shit
I write my own Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin microphone Picture this shit me Missy and Timbaland We bout to take it to the streets
but they chicken ran Oh Shit
It s gettin kinda hot in here Oh Shit
Make niggas stop and stare Talk dirty
rock-a-bye a birdy Smack the shit out the Clyde Cause Bonnie should have pay me Get old heads for they checks that sign right And I get lil boys for they doe on prom night Cause I do my thing
knots in a pocket Slap!Slap!Slap! All up in your knogen
early I said,Slap!Slap!Slap! All up in your knogen [Timbaland] Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon
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