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Me and my clique
Run thrugh the gutter breakin down shutter
As the beat goes, dun dun dun duda
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 neva
How the hell a b*tch like me become so celva
Yall wack MC's , y'all never never
Talkin hard as a c*ck but is light as a feather
Y'all suspect hoe's y'all suspect hoe's
Takin off your clothe y'all reject hoe's
Feel the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy
nigg* Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy
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 muth*fka's wanna be my nigg*
Turn your man to a ass-licker
Cheatin as* men means, cheatin as men
Time to stop gamin and stay the fk in
Feel the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, pr*nto
I said Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, pr*nto
Da Brat:
You don't wanna get smacked right quick
Wit a upper cut like this
I don't give a fk if you don't like this
Still get paid to bust the right s**t
Still get paid to hop on the d*ck
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 far fa u, 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
fk wit me you lose
Step to me and get brused
Your chances are not few, they none
So what I'm b*tchy
Roll a phat blunt wit Missy
In the front wit me
Tim hit OWW, wit the bang to the boggada beat
Burnin em wit the heat
It don't conser me, when nigg* talk s**t
They just wanna learn me
When they see me, I permentaly
Damage they s**t internally
And Slap! Slap!
Slap! em right across the melon
Timbaland:
nigg*, Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy
Jade:
I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E
Toes and lows , bling like I'm B.G.
I don't know nigg* help, s**t, I write my own
Just gimme a beat and a muth*fkin microphone
Picture this s**t me, Missy and Timbaland
We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran
Oh s**t, It's gettin kinda hot in here
Oh s**t, Make stop and stare
Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy
Smack the s**t 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
Smack! Smack! Smack!
All up in your knogen, early
I said Smack! Smack! Smack!
All up in your knogen
Timbaland:
nigg*,Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy
