You Don't Know
Intro:
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 sleepin' with her man
'Cause if that ever happen to me
I'ma call your house an' be like. . .
Verse 1:
Yo
Don't you got a man?
Why you fuckin' with mine?
See I been through bad times
Get yo mind off mines
You must be lonely
Why you messin' wit me?
But it won't be easy to get my baby
Chorus 1:
You don't know who you messin' with
Most of them be with they car doors bent
I'm so pissed you gon' make me flip
I'ma teach you not to touch my shit
Verse 2:
(Lil' Mo)
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, no
If you were doing your thang
He'd still be with you
Chorus 1
During telephone interlude:
I can't believe you would ever do that
Can't you show me some respect?
Is it 'cause you're just a reject?
Gotta keep your ass in check
(repeat)
Chorus 2:
You don't know who you messin' with
Most of them be with they car doors bent
Blow out heat 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
(3 times)
Rap:
(Lil' Mo)
'Cause I'm that chick
Yo, that same chick
But I ain't with playin' that game shit
Start calling that name shit
An' I'ma get on that same shit
That new shit
That 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)
'Round your crew you a bad bitch
Your ass be talking mad ish
Toe to toe, shoot the five
Girl, you get that ass kicked
What you think I'm gamin'
Shit is real, I ain't playing
I just want back my baby
I got your moms praying
(Missy)
It's gonna get risky
Fuck with Missy
I'ma shoot you where you ribs be
So you can feel me
Ain't it real B
So filthy an' you mildy
Not appealing
Drum roll. . .