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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