*featuring Da Brat, Jade
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[Verse 1: Missy]
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Me and my clique
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Run thur the gutter breakin down shutter
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As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna
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Ain't nothing better than these favorite buttas
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It's like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubba
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Have him have him undercover like he thought he never
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How the hell a bitch like me become so celva
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Yall wack MC's, yall never never
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Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather
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Yall suspect hoe's yall suspect hoe's
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Takin off your clothe yall reject hoe's
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Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em
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[Chorus Missy (Timbaland)]
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Slap!Slap!Slap!
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Right across your melon, easy
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(Nigga,Slap!Slap!
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Right across your melon, easy)
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[Verse 2: Missy]
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Yall lil'
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Tryin act bigga don't yall get the picture
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Every freakin year I come wit something sicka
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Fan's takin flick's wanna get my picture
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Freak's only speak "Do you know Jigga?"
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Strange muthafucka's wanna be my nigga
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Turn your man to a ass-licker
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Cheatin ass men means, cheatin as men
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Time to stop gamin and stay the fuck in
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Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em
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[Chorus Missy (Timbaland)]
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Slap!Slap!Slap!
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Right across your melon, pronto
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(I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!
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Right across your melon, pronto)
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[Verse 3: Da Brat]
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You don't wanna get smacked right quick
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Wit a upper cut like this
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I don't give a fuck if you don't like this
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Still get paid to bust the right shit
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Still get paid to hope on the dick
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I'm a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot
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But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup
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What I'm post to do, starve for you
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This ain't ??, I can't crawl for you
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That's impossible
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I make the rule
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I pay the dues
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I wear the pants
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Bought the shoes, they Prada too
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Fuck wit me you lose
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Step to me and get brused
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Your chances are not few, they none
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So what I'm bitchy
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Roll a phat blunt wit Missy
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In the front wit me
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Tim hit AHH, wit the bang to the boggada beat
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Burnin em wit the heat
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It don't conser me, when nigga talk shit
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They just wanna learn me
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When they see me,I permentaly
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Damage they shit internally
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And Slap!Slap!
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Slap! em right across the melon
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[Timbaland]
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Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!
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Right across your melon, easy
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[Verse 4: Jade]
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I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E
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Toes and lows, bling like I'm B.G.
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I don't know nigga help, shit, I write my own
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Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin microphone
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Picture this shit me Missy and Timbaland
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We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran
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Oh Shit, It's gettin kinda hot in here
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Oh Shit, Make niggas stop and stare
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Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy
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Smack the shit out the Clyde
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Cause Bonnie should have pay me
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Get old heads for they checks that sign right
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And I get lil' boys for they doe on prom night
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Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket
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Slap!Slap!Slap!
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All up in your knogen, early
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I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!
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All up in your knogen
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[Timbaland]
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Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!
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Right across your melon, easy
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Slap! Slap! Slap!
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| Missy Elliott |
