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[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, easy

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