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BEAT BITERS (M. Elliott/T. Mosley) She's auh...bitch I'ma tell y'all straight up and down It's like this for real, it's going down like this for real She's auh...bitch I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin' You know what I'm sayin' I'ma bring it to you like this By all means necessary, you might catch me somewhere Sticking your baby's daddy's They say yo Missy you wack, but y'all not ready I come back like a smack, you hear my gats in your back Huh, like spaghetti, half of you MC's be stinkin' like bootetti So your record label cut you off like confetti Then you wanna call Missy and beg me, beg me, ooh! Beg me beg me dag I'm very scary, Give a nigga french kiss he want to marry See y'all jealous tricks, y'all cannot stand me, ooh! That's fine and dandy, hey daddy-daddy Why these chicken heads, ooh! They be so petty, hey nah nah you bet not test me I keep telling you nah you never ready, nah you never ready HOOK 1: Get rowdy let me hear y'all loudly keep my high niggas round me Let me see y'all work it, and work it, til you can't stand up HOOK 2: Get rowdy let me hear y'all loudly keep my high niggas round me Let me see y'all work it baby, work, work it baby in the club I see niggas, think I'm super fly, they blow me sugahs So I cut them short, like some scissors They trying to take me home, they give me liquor You know who I am? I'm bitch, do you know what I make? You see me on the road, when I scroll I float through the toll, like whoa, you just a silly ho This I know, you be at every show, for the dough, hear me now! (Hooks 1 and 2) Huh...beat biter, dope style taker, originator You just an imatator, stealing our beats like you're the one who made Them Timbaland the teacher I'm the one that grade 'em, check the verbatiim "F" is how we rate 'em, how dare you make 'em Just like we made 'em, and I won't say 'em Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter (Hooks 1 and 2) Now see this one right here, this is for everybody This is for my people East, East, West, South... East, West, South, but you know what? Before I get up on outta here I gotta say one thing to y'all beat biters It's about to be the year 2000 you know what I'm sayin' And I'm the kind of sick of that That(....), that(....), that(....) On everything y'all gotta come up with y'all own creativity Yah own originality, ya own style, You know what I'm sayin', you gonna be left behind this time All right, ain't no love lost All I need you to do is STOP BEATING! [Top]
BUSA RHYME featuring Eminem (M. Elliott/T. Mosley/M. Mathers/R. Parissi) While I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit gate to these ho's, make a soap opera of an episode Punch a bitch in the nose til the whole face explodes Three things I hate girls, women, and bitches Smack bitches that walk off, and dropkick midgets Call me boogie night, the stalker that walks awkward Stick figured dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Come through the airport sluggish, walking on crutches Its like a dream I can't snap out I black out, back out Lookin' for some thug to beat the crap out I'm bringing you rap singers two middle fingers Flip you off in French, and translate it in English Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet Come back speaking so much Spanish Pun couldn't even understand it HOOK 1: Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, won't you busa rhyme for me boy Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, won't you busa rhyme for me boy I had a huge attitude Started off statically Mad at you Had you mad at me automatically I'm not a commodity I'm an oddity, who had develop himself to start a Halloween flowing It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks I would probably owe Ozzy Osborne an apology College girls, living in alcoholic world, full of earl Their heads swirl'd every time the toilet swirls Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up I won't budge, still tell a grown up to shut up I made this rap game suspenseful, cause now I got an impulse to gain An insult you wit a pencil They wasted paper on you choppin' down the oakwood Cause everything you wrote in your notebook was no good As long as I stay in the studio an keep cut'n You motherfuckers are put'n your words together for nothing HOOK 1: Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, won't you busa rhyme for me boy Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, won't you busa rhyme for me boy HOOK 2: Turn the music up, we gonna wake the neighbors We gonna get high, we gonna roll to Vegas Me and slim shady on some shit daily What you want, what you got, is hot HOOK 3: Turn the music up, we gonna wake the neighbors We gonna get high, we gonna roll to Vegas Me and Slim Shady on some shit daily What you want, what you want, huh... TV Interlude: I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends Holdin' gun with no handle Just a barrel with both ends Sprayin' tec's at you, until you see your fuckin' legs With bullet holes, and the exit wounds settin' next to you Fuckin' mad dog foaming at the mouth, fuck mouth My whole house is a foamin' at the couch Jumped out of the ninety-third floor of a building An shot every window out on the way down to ground, keep filming Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed Chopped them in half and suffocated the oxygen mask Shit if I get any higher I'ma get the East-n-West beefin' again Fly back to Detroit an stand in the cross fire Missy: Y'all better call the police before I kill this track Don't shoot Missy, get back huh... I'ma put you all in a line, huh... I'ma watch you MC's die, yo mommy mommy Missy done lost her mind I think somebody done pissed her off this time, huh... I'ma have to you bus' through your chest, huh... You gonna have to clean up the mess, it's raining an raining And it's pouring loud, Never fear cause pissy Missy through the crowd, huh... I can hear the gats go chu-pow, you shot me damn it Bitch get down, don't walk when I talk, Never talk when I smile, lay 'em on down Like they lived underground For the sounds that me and Timbaland We found, get your ass kicked later Or get your ass kicked now [Top]
ALL N MY GRILL featuring Big Boi of Outkast & Nicole (M. Elliott/T. Mosley/A. Patton) Huh hit me! Don't explain, you nver change Same old thang, same old game You say you want to be with me Well show me my ring, baby let me think I been in the cold, story untold I'm about to unfold, how do you expect me To ever believe, you want to be with me HOOK 1: Why you all in my grill, you be all in my grill Can you pay my bills, let me know if you will Cause a chick gotta live Talk is talk, talk is cheap, tell it to her Don't say it to me, because I know I'm in control See tricks are for kids, an boo I'm too old Go ahead with your game Don't never come back to me again Where you go remember me, I'm the best thang in history HOOK 1: Why you all in my grill, you be all in my grill Can you pay my bills, let me know if you will Cause a chick gotta live HOOK 2: Third time, I moved you in Took you back in my life I was a fool, I don't know what's wrong with me Third time, I moved you in, took you back in my life HOOK 1: Why you all in my grill, you be all in my grill Can you pay my bills, let me know if you will Cause a chick gotta live (Repeat) HOOK 3: If you want me, where's my dough Give me money, buy me clothes No need for taking, have my dough Where's my money, where's my clothes (Repeat) Rap by Big Boi: Why you all in my grill, I'm thinkin' it's time to chill, But you want to drill 'do, Couldn't even step out of the baby blue Bonneville, cause you trying to kill my ho, My girlfriend, people around me is tellin' me that You a stalker like Darth Vader chasing Skywalker I told you I was a street talker, it ain't my fault You ain't gettin' your Victoria Secrets and your Fredricks You went to the mall about a story, I took you to Cedricks To entertain you, give you to the gee And never claim you, me an Missy we straight pissin', oh! Yeah an we puffin' on one of them thangs too You blamin' who, you namin' who I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew, Big Boi, daddy of them phat sacks, Chief pretty boi of the same boot I'm backed by the Dongen family, So you go ahead with all that stabbin' me Because I will jab thee, an slam thee, And bobby bousha your ass gee, yeah...yeah... [Top]
DANGEROUS MOUTHS featuring Redman (M. Elliott/T. Mosley/R. Noble) [Missy] Uhh, 3000 baby Uh huh Ooh, raunchy, raunchy [Redman] Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin' I house MCs like baths and full kitchens, ready or not, Dot hood lynchin', icey flows, I write with wool mittens, it's two not one Missy dot dot com, come once in the blue like free hot lunch So once it's on, turn it up, chickens flockin' in, Shoppin' at Birds Are Us, murderous, don't blame me, blame the music I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses, like ca(---) off you go I'm nice battin', I practice when the park is closed I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans, Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam I fuck a model, I go out with the cheapest tramps, Pussy have me trippin' like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, playin' house on a school night, Animal house getting thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly don't give a fuck, an Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck [Missy] Let me intervene, come between Like dick through your jeans Hang down to your knees It's mwa the don-wan Carry on, D.A.N. to the danger, Y'all MCs in a whole lotof danger Change up all your rhymes you need beats My beats you see completely unique Forgive thee, see it's the shots of Henessey that's in me Reggie Nobel through after me [Redman] It takes two to tangle, and two to fuck I done fucked in Range Rovers to Isuzu trucks, Use to move weight, now you makin' moves to duck Built solid without bolts, screws and nuts, pussy tight jiffy lube it up Doc came up, hos use to hang up, now my arm close hang up My crew is deeper than Karl Kan pockets, we don't buy bullets We ask what size rockets, for thee occasion, one shot will have you ravin' Like Symone when the four four is blown, two minutes later I'll make it hotter, Snap you from the vine, to my um blada a boom glada [Both] So what you wanna do, what you wanna do Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next An much room Def Squad in the house, drop you drawers Tell you boyfriend easy up, and park his car [Missy] I'm from the south you better watch your mouth It's the M.I., the S.I., if you try then you die I don't take no mercy on you suckers so Would you still be in love baby, if I cut ya throat, cut the jokes I ain't got no love fa ya, no friends with those, who imitate me ya bold My style I own, I'ma have to steal your show You know me Joe I ain't gotta say no more, bitch! That's right nigga It's Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh, motherfucker! 3 triple zero, the matrix baby Uhh! I'm out [Top]
HOT BOYZ (M. Elliott/T. Mosley) This for you ghetto motherfuckers, are you really a hot boy, oh check me... What's your name, cause I'm impressed, can you treat me good Won't settle for less, you hot boy, a rock boy, a fun toy, tote a glock boy, Where you live is you by yourself, can I move in with you Do you need some help, I'll cook boy, I give you more I'ma fly girl, an I like those... HOOK 1: Hot boyz, baby you got what I want, See y'all be driving Lexus Jeep, and Benz Jeeps, And the Lincoln Jeep, nothing cheaper, with the Platinum Visa... HOOK 2: Hot boyz, baby you got what I want, See y'all be driving Jaguars, and the Bentley's and Roll's Royce, With the Platinum Visa... Is that your car, the SK8, are you riding alone Can I be your date, come get me, don't dis me Don't trick me, I got some friends, can they come too Can you hook them up with some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, a top boy, and I like... HOOK 1: Hot boyz, baby you got what I want, See y'all be driving Lexus Jeep, and Benz Jeeps, And the Lincoln Jeep, nothing cheaper, with the Platinum Visa... HOOK 3: Hot Boyz, baby you got what I want, See y'all be driving Jaguars, and the Bentley's and Roll's Royce, Playin' hard ball, with the Platinum Visa... I'ma dig in you pockets, dig in your wallets Money I'm founding, yeah you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy, with alot boy And you tote a glock boy Don't give me no reason, I know that you treating, The diamonds I'm needin', make me believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy, Got a fun toy, and you tote a glock boy... HOOK 4: Hot boyz, baby you got what I want Won't you really come satisfy me, I be loving you like instantly Hot boyz, baby you got what I want Won't you really come satisfy me, I be loving you like instantly HOOK 5: Where the Lexus Jeeps, and the Benz Jeeps, and the Lincoln Jeeps, And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars... Where you at! And I'm out! Where the Lexus Jeeps, and the Benz Jeeps, and the Lincoln Jeeps, And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars... Where you at! And I'm out! [Top]
YOU DON'T KNOW featuring Lil' Mo (M. Elliott/T. Mosley/C. Loving) INTRO: Missy now see, the one thang I like about the niggas Is that they can fess up to one of their boys That they been sleeping with the same chick, and laugh about it But see a woman, Could never admit to another woman that she been sleeping with her man Cause if that ever happen to me, I'ma call your house an be like... Yo! Don't you got a man? Why you fuckin' with mine See I been through bad times Get your mind off mine You must be lonely Why you messing with me? But it won't be easy to get my baby HOOK 1: You don't know who you messing with Most of them be with they car doors bent, I'm so pissed ou gonna make me flip I'ma teach you not to touch my shit I be calling his house when you're not around Don't make me warn you You know how I get down Somebody told me, but I ain't trippin' off you nahh! If you were doing your thang, he'd still be with you HOOK 1: You don't know who you messing with Most of them be with they car doors bent, I'm so pissed ou gonna make me flip I'ma teach you not to touch my shit HOOK 2: I can't believe you would ever do that Can't you show me some respect Is it because your just a reject Gotta keep your ass in check (Telephone interlude:) HOOK 2: I can't believe you would ever do that Can't you show me some respect Is it because your just a reject Gotta keep your ass in check I can't believe you would ever do that Can't you show me some respect Is it because your just a reject Gotta keep your ass in check HOOK 3: You don't know who you messing with Most them be with var doors bent Blow out you like I'm an air vent, I'ma teach you not to touch my shit Breakdown: You done took it too far I'ma hop in my car! An I'ma fuck you up bitch(3x) (Series of frantic screaming begins) RAP: [Lil Mo] Cause I'm that chick Yo, that same chick But I ain't with playing that game shit Start calling that name shit An I'ma get on that same shit That new shit, call your crew shit That what you want to do shit Boy is yours keep that nigga Beat my ass prove it [Missy] You been sucking his dick Tasting my clit, just the side chick, on the side bitch I'm the prize bitch, keep it silent Don't make me violent, or you'll be dialing 911 to call the family [Lil Mo] Around your crew you a bad bitch Your ass be talking mad shit Toe to toe shout the five girl you get that ass kicked What you think some game is Girl I ain't playing I just want back my baby I got your moms praying [Missy] It's gonna get risky When you fuck with Missy I'ma shoot you where you ribs be So you can feel me Ain't it real be So filthy an you mildly Not appealing, Drum roll... [Top]
MR. D.J. featuring Lady Saw (M. Elliott/T. Mosley/M. Hall) [Saw] It's all about Lady Saw and Missy An the next thing about the bashing party I'm feeling you Timbaland, I'm feeling you [Missy] There's a party, I'm up in the club An I'm drinking I'm drunk off the Alize As I hear the record spin it seems to take over me So I move side to side an its something inside That controls me, as I walk to the DJ an I say HOOK 1: Mr. DJ spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back Rock it two times, Move your feet with me, move your hands with me, See its gonna be easy for me and you, you see HOOK 2: Mr. DJ spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back Rock it two times Move your feet with me, move your hands with me See how easy its gonna be for you You say you're a baller Cause you up in the club, Fakin' like you got dough, with your dollars To my people spending money let me hear you holler We're gonna party like no other party Don't stop til the morning But before I go this is what I'll say HOOK 1: Mr. DJ spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back Rock it two times, Move your feet with me, move your hands with me, See its gonna be easy for me and you, you see HOOK 2: Mr. DJ spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back Rock it two times Move your feet with me, move your hands with me See how easy its gonna be for you HOOK 3: M.I.S.S.Y., Y.S.S.I.M., M.I.S.S.Y. HOOK 4: M.I.S.S.Y., Y.S.S.I.M. (Dance hall chant begins) [Lady Saw] Mr. D.J. play it one more time so me an Missy Elliot Can move we waist line, tell the guys don't waste we time Cause we under the ganja plus the red wine There a party over here and say its phat you know You see me face an me know that me red ya know Buy all the bar cause me friend them rich Ya know, know, know, uh what me say yo yo, Will be dancing until tomorrow No other party is _______ so wan go Sweating and wetting like me in a me sauno Fit like me just don't finish dancing the taebo, bo, bo, uh! What me say yo, tell the DJ fe play an no better stop Spin it again rewind from the top Misdemeanor the Saw plus the Elliott When we drop ya know that's uh road block, block, block, block Ya can't block, block, road block, Ya na know its all about Missy Elliott Ya wan star ever thing is ever thing, sin... It's a party, an ya da'no it's all about weight... [Top]
CHECKIN' FOR YOU featuring Lil Kim (M. Elliott/T. Mosley/K. Jones) See its two types of bitches in the world You got a broke bitch, you got a rich bitch That would explain what I am and what my girl Missy is We da rich is motherfuckin' bitches that's right Then you got bitch like me who just stand above all bitches That excludes my girl Missy, Mary, you know what I'm sayin' But y'all know what the fuck I mean, heh I'm the Queen Bee that's right motherfucker what? Y'all got a problem wit it, come see me A motherfucker ain't taken my title Or my girl Missy title or my girl Mary title What, that's right see only bitches like us is allowed To play a game of chess, you see a real queen needs a king You damn mother fuckin' right I don't want no nigga layin' up Under me that can't do for me What I can't do for my mother fuckin' self So when y'all see me in the street This is what I want y'all to do fix your lips, Put 'em together nicely and say Say it along now, say it along now, Say she's a bitch I was walkin' real slow to one dance floor He was lookin' at my ass and I turned him on I seen him talkin' to his boy on the cellphone I looked at him and all he could say was damn baby bring it on I talk shit but I come thru like a storm I keep my piece So sweet, yeah, nice and warm and all he could feel Was this love baby I don't give a fuck about what they think, what they say They can call me a freak, call me anything they wanna name I don't give a, I don't give a I just wanna take him home, Take him to the house, then turn 'em out He ain't checkin' for you [Top]
STICKIN' CHICKENS featuring Aaliyah & Da Brat (M. Elliott/T. Mosley/S. Harris) [Aaliyah] I was in love with you, yeah...h! And you couldn't do no wrong in my eyes When I found out the scoop on you, yea...h! It was still too hard for me to realize That I need to be through with you...h! Cause you're the reason I can't eat or sleep, yea...h! All the girls you runnin' through, yea...h! Use to be best friends down with me HOOK 1: When I'm gone, you're alone You're stickin' them chickens til I get home When I'm home, you're with me Kissing on my ass, trying to be with me Well it's done, this I know Seen it for myself, I'ma let you know You don't play, games with me But before I go, better leave my dough [Missy] I'm a fool for you, yea...h! But you seem to think my love's a joke I get no love from you, yea...h! Like all these times I did before, I think I'll pass on you, yea...h! Because of the way you been acting lately, I get no cash from you, yea...h! If you want me to stay you must be crazy. HOOK 1: When I'm gone, you're alone You're stickin' them chickens til I get home When I'm home, you're with me Kissing on my ass, trying to be with me Well it's done, this I know Seen it for myself, I'ma let you know You don't play, games with me But before I go, better leave my dough HOOK 2: Dedication, it was just a bad relation When I think it cuts my insides, The tears they fall deep down from my eyes (Repeat) (Chorus of "doo-th do...dooo...) [Da Brat] I want it all, from the motherfuckin' house Down to the dogs, you trickin' off with these chickens I thought you ain't have no flaws Keep your dick in they jaws Peter shoulda stayed in his draws, Now I'm out the door, and you can't claim me no more The loss is yours How you gonna slumber with a bitch I supposed to be cool with Went to grade school with, couldn't pay me to believe you hit To think I footed all the bills , an now you breakin' Stop accusing me of that dumb shit I don't even participate in You wasted valuable time, there's money to make Scared to set foot in another relationship cause of the Heartache, heartbreak hotel, no not Faith, Kelly & Whitney No it's Brat, Aaliyah, & Missy You miss me, cause we finished I'll just keep the keys to 20 inch rim ride With the TV's in it, you don't need it It's mine, kiss my ass like your heart was in it Keep stickin' them chickens, Send Peter straight to the clinic, nigga [Missy] See I'ma give you your props though You like a bad ass motherfucker Running two bitches at one time, when I'm flying out She's flying in, saying the same shit Spittin' the same game Who do you think I am Will limp dick or somebody Forget you man, that's why Us bitches gonna stick together, bitch! [Top]
SMOOTH CHICK (M. Elliottt/T. Mosley) Party time! Come here baby let me blow your mind I'ma spit shine like turpentine I love niggas all different kinds I'ma show you all how to work your spine If you a playa then you sure ain't mine I'ma cut you off like you're circumcised I'ma real chick, an to no surprise, That if you battle me, then you must realize HOOK 1: I'ma smooth chick, I'ma cool chick I got gats so don't make me use it I'ma shake my ass down to the music Come on baby let's do the bump Keep drinking up til you get me drunk Don't front smoke a pound of funk Something real quick like uunh uunh! Got tens in the back of the jeep If you got a friend, and he all on me Could it be he a fan of me? Or could he see that I'm Missy? HOOK 1: I'ma smooth chick, I'ma cool chick I got gats so don't make me use it I'ma shake my ass down to the music Eh baby! Why you tripping for? Cause I'm on top and you're down below You want me and you want my dough Cause if it's my dough then you can hit the door Eh yo boo I think you know, That I got gats an they crack the floor Missy take shit no more, so all that talk is a no, no, no... (Hook 1 repeats 4 times) [Top]
WE DID IT (M. Elliott/T. Mosley) We made love, now you gone Now you don't want to claim me no more Told your boys, you never knew, You never kissed or held me in your arms How dare you even leave, leaving like I'm lying on you Then you said it's all about me I believed, cause you made believe HOOK 1: If you did it then you did it, Boy you don't have to lie, ome you hit Then you hit it, I'm your chick on the side I just forget it, son admit it, don't you Don't you dare try, you done hit it You done hit it more than, more than two times (Repeat) You changed your phone, you won't call me back, Now I can't even get in touch with you See how you do, I never knew That you would deny his love I'm serving you That ain't cool, I'm hating you, Cause you was the first to make a move Now you say you never knew, You make your boys think that I'm some crazy fool HOOK 1: If you did it then you did it, Boy you don't have to lie, ome you hit Then you hit it, I'm your chick on the side I just forget it, son admit it, don't you Don't you dare try, you done hit it You done hit it more than, more than two times (Repeat) You know we did it, yep we did it boy Why must you lie, I drove your whip You told me meet you outside, we had some blunts Getting high in your ride, getting mushy want some pussy I got your biggie supply, yeah we did it You was with it, that was all on your mind Then you hit it, can't admit it then you wasting my time I won't forget it, need to quit it, put it all behind Why you you did it, why you with it If you gone have to lie HOOK 2: Phony, phony sex me, then you disown me Homies, told me this is how all dogs will be (Repeat) HOOK 1: If you did it then you did it, Boy you don't have to lie, ome you hit Then you hit it, I'm your chick on the side I just forget it, son admit it, don't you Don't you dare try, you done hit it You done hit it more than, more than two times (4x) [Top]
THROW YOUR HANDS UP featuring Lil Kim (M. Elliott/T. Mosley/K. Jones) Yo, it's the queen bee and I came to say a little something On my girl Missy's shit you see I got something to say That's right I got a problem I got a problem with all y'all mother fuckers out there That got a problem with us callin' ourselves a bitch Yeah that's right I said it mother fucker bitch what You see, bitch is a strong word And only strong bitches could use that mother fuckin' terminology bitch I mean if you can't wear the name don't try to use it, shucks! Throw your hand up if you like to get high To make a fat beat so we could party all night If you got beef you got to take it outside Throw your wrists up and let me see your eyes shine (2x) [Top]
SHE'S A BITCH (M. Elliott/T. Mosley) Huh! To the M.I.,(*****#@) cap like a simmi, Niggas stol'd my car won't you give my, Give your ass a black eye Oh say bye-bye I'ma give your body to the sky Run through your click, nigga you pissed on trip, I'ma have to bust you in ya lips And your whips better have a whole lot of chips, Cause I ain't for no nigga given tips HOOK 1: She's a bitch! When you say my name, talk more junk but won't look my way She's a bitch! See I got more cheese, so back on up while I roll up my sleeves You can't see me Joe, get on down while I shout my flow She's a bitch! When I do my thang, got the place on fire, burning down to flames Roll up in my car, don't stop won't stop I'ma keep it rockin to the clock don't tock I'ma keep it hot, while my ass on fire, I'ma grab a philly an gonna roll it at the bar, What ya talk what ya say, hun! Gotta flow gotta move it slow, hun! Better you running out the door, hun! You gotta be a long lost soul what ya say, Yippy yeah yo - yippy yeah yeah yah, Put me on stage watching niggas feel me Put my shit on wax, watch it blaze like me, Go yippy yeah yo - yippy yeah yeah yeh Fifty-five, sixty-five, hype Seven-five, eighty-five touch the mic Ninety-five Missy wild for the night, One-o-five I'ma keep the crowd hype HOOK 2: She's a bitch! When you say my name, talk more junk but won't look my way She's a bitch! See I got more cheese, She's a !!! What! (Breakdown begins) What you know about Timothy, let me know Eat an MC like seeds, let me know If you get drunk lean on me, let me know I'ma about to bust like P, feel me now Anybody know my skills what the deal Anybody feel my skills is the real Anybody want to come fuck with steel Anybody gotta get they whole body peeled HOOK 1: She's a bitch! When you say my name, talk more junk but won't look my way She's a bitch! See I got more cheese, so back on up while I roll up my sleeves You can't see me Joe, get on down while I shout my flow She's a bitch! When I do my thang, got the place on fire, burning down to flames [Top]
U CAN'T RESIST featuring Juvenile & B.G. (M. Elliott/T. Mosley/C. Dorsey/T. Grey) INTRO: What's happenin' uptown New Orleans in this bitch We Va'n, yah know what I'm sayin', wit this hot girl Missy, Fuck'n wit these uptown gorillas you dig If it don't make dollars it don't make sense Do your thang girl Yall don't want to give me my props I'ma have to like two shouts I'ma glock, Pop pop the enemy til they drop Make his whole body go Hebby-to-the-hope Well I won't stop til I get up to the top Gotta blow any other state off the map An I gotta whole lotta cheddar in my pox's You better give me five mics, give me props You say say you sick of my click and my shit Cause I got a whole lotta hits an no tricks Just a bass line, few cynars few kicks Make the whole industry wanna go an bit, I say you sit, we sit, I sit While I go shit on a mix like this Say you spit, I spit, we spit But you can't fuck with a nigga like this Check me out HOOK 1: Ain't no nutts, but you can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gonna take shit cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit HOOK 2: Ain't no nuts, but you can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gonna talk shit cause we confident We gonna show you so you best believe it Y'all don't wanna put me in front of the page of the shit I done, done Now you want to fuck around an grade my shit Let's talk about the million niggas who bit It's only one Timothy from the V, An the whole industry going beep-beep Now I gotta go change up my beats So another nigga won't duplicate me Yeh! Got style, got shows, videos An my shows it grows, it grows An I sing, I flow, I blow And I know y'all niggas know That I come swift with the one-two kick If I got a blunt, gotta light, got it lit Yeh! Don't stop, won't stop, won't quit An I made 1.6 an bitch Check me out HOOK 1: Ain't no nutts, but you can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gonna take shit cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit HOOK 2: Ain't no nuts, but you can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gonna talk shit cause we confident We gonna show you so you best believe it [B.G.] Look, I'm that nigga that tote them AK's B.G. is what they call me I be in them project hallways Beef wit me you gonna be sorry Me and my niggas uh shut your block down We got K's so put them glocks down You scared to come outside Them hot boyz got you on lock down This nigga here from C.M.B. Roll with a click about twenty deep Cause I made a mil don't mean I ain't gonna keep it real wit my peeps All I have is thugs in my click All my niggaz they come of the street Now all of a sudden ho's on my dick, Cause I'm on B.E.T. and MTV [Juvenile] It ain't no secret this nigga be project Gettin' paid that's what's my object Ain't none of you niggas gonna stop this Cause I'm about making a profit I'm all about gettin' it lock dog Don't wanna them tye calls While I be making drop offs Mannie Fresh he hooked me up to To the playa haters I say fuck you You need to worry about you Instead of what tinut do Juvenile done hooked up with Missy Bitches gonna hate me, bitches gonna dis me A lot of you niggas gonna miss me I'ma be here you gonna be history HOOK 1: Ain't no nutts, but you can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gonna take shit cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit HOOK 2: Ain't no nuts, but you can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gonna talk shit cause we confident We gonna show you so you best believe it (Repeat Hooks 1 and 2) If you come hard, better come legit... We gonna show you so you best believe it [Top]
CRAZY FEELINGS featuring Beyonce of Destiny's Child (M. Elliott/T. Mosley) I was in love... That's what it was when I met you In love... An no one could ever talk about you But it sucks So many lies and alibis In love...mmmm Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you... Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you... So in love... But now that I know I can admit It was love that made me a fool, silly fool In love...mmmm Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you... Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you... It was always in my face All the time Even with twenty-twenty vision I couldn't see you lying It was always in my face All the time Even with twenty-twenty vision I couldn't see you lying Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you... Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you... Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you... Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you... [Top] ------------------------------------------ Source: blunted@eudoramail.com Back to Pop/Rap/R & B Page