|Hey, what's up baby?-I mean 'bitch'
|Ain't no lovey-dovey, 'walk in the park' shit with this
|I see you outta pocket today baby-I mean 'hoe'
|Go on home and choose him cause I don't need no more
|These niggas trying to figure you dumb hoes out
|Cause they ain't never slapped a bitch and told her to watch her mouth
|Keep your hygiene up bitch, you growin' hair on your face
|Plus, you ain't shit without me, I got some hell of a taste
|Bitch, I got so many hoes I be forgettin' they names
|Why you sellin' dime bags you little broke ass shame
|I keep it pimpin' enough to teach them square niggas
|I'm bigger than that bitch told you, let's share figures
|You scared of high heights?
|I make so much money you'll jump out a window about 4 or 5 flights, nigga
|You a dead bitch, keep lookin hoe
|I don't know what the fuck you lookin' for
|Man, I wish I would open a door for a bitch.
|Bitch, you better open this door for me.
|The fuck you think this is?
|You ain't my girlfriend, bitch and I definatly aint your boyfriend, hoe.
|Got life twisted and fucked up.
|Need to knock the teeth out your motha fuckin' mouth.
|Go shave or somethin' bitch.
|You look like a motherfuckin' man.
|Nigga you braggin' because you fucked that bitch?
|What you tryin' to do besides tell me you ain't got good sense?
|You braggin' 'bout a bitch that ain't got shit?
|Oh, that's your homegirl? You got your ass a death wish?
|Ya'll motherfuckers don't wanna see me about nothin'
|I ain't that hard to find either, nigga, so quit bluffin'
|Let me catch you in my buisness, nigga, that's on my 'P'
|Kiss your whole hood good-bye, nigga, run up on me
|I make G's, I'm star, and partner I don't play
|Don't let that bitch get you killed out here, kiss your moms, ok?
|You wanna see me nigga?
|About gettin' your buster ass gettin' beat the fuck up?
|You nigga's better stay away from that bitch
|Oh, that's your friend?
|Lemme catch you with her nigga and I'ma check ya'll chin
|Let that bitch get to runnin' off at the mothafuckin' mouth with me
|Three strikes or not, fuck this music
|Bitch I'm sockin' you in your mothafuckin mouth, straight up, and that's on 'P'
|You know what I'm sayin'?
|Niggas need to start knockin' these bitches out, man
|Yeah, bitch, you done fucked up now!
|I can't wait to see this ass-whoopin' finally go down
|You a fake, you a phoney, unsophisticated pig
|[?] went by and you still ain't shit
|Dead bitch walkin'
|Don't know when to stop talking 'till the AK47 assult rifle starts barkin'
|Who's your man bitch?
|Somebody just like you?
|Good for nothin', livin' with your mom, sellin' weed to you?
|Bitch, go get some exercise and get a life!
|To make the money that I make, bitch, you gotta die and come back twice
|Yous just a broke bitch, yous a fake bitch
|Yous a dope fiend, your sister a coke fiend
|You a hood rat bitch and all that child neglect
|One day, somebody gonna walk up to you a break your motha fuckin' neck
|Now, how the fuck a bitch gonna have on better clothes, better shoes, than her motherfuckin' kids?
|You know what I'm sayin'?
|Bitch, you can not wear black panies with motherfuckin' pink parachutte pants
|Stupid mothafuckin' idiot.
|No fashion sense what so mothafuckin' ever.
|Mad at the world ain't you? You know what?
|If I was you and looked like you, bitch, I'd be mad too.
|Ain't happy for shit, cause you ain't shit.
|Your momma ain't shit.
|And all your homeboys, and homegirls ain't shit.
|That's Suga Free, nigga.
|Come see me, nigga.