Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch
Come on, yeah
Uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit
Every thing you heard
Yo that's my word
You play the herd
And repeat every word
It get on your nerves
To see how we swerve
Watches that shine
Dimes with his and her furs
Straight from the curb
To the suburb
In the black suburb
Plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned
How this world turn
Thought it was over, huh
Now we returned
To whom it may concern
When you're hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be
Or it just ain't your turn
The rules also stern
***** get what you earn
And we still move in silence
***** ya heard?

Y'all know who y'all are
Wanna battle?
Better call an end to all that ****
You legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show
Got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes
It's the original
And everybody know
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down
Don't you know I'm unstoppable
*****s wanna run up in my ***** like a Pap smear
I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year
*****s ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
Too many *****es just be licking the **** and
And I'm a picky one I like my ****s rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh something missing
The shower pissing
All up in your mouth
What? You think I'm kidding?
Cause everything we do
(That's right)
We got a right to
(Come on)
You criticize me we despise you
If what they say is true
We the baddest crew
I'm far from broke
So why should I be mad at you?

Uh, uh
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all *****s sound like me
(Beotch!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
You *****s got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my ****, kick it *****
(Beotch!)

You must be out your mind
Or you must be high
***king with the Teflon ***** from the Sty
No where near shy see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby
(Oh yeah and by the way)
(You got one more day)
(All you got to pay boo you got something to say)
Yeah bring it on *****
You ain't strong *****
Thought you'd be around long
Wrong *****
Got nothing but love
(But when push comes to shove)
We turn to thugs
(And we put on them gloves)
Commence to licking slugs
You ain't giving up
More bags zipping up
Fake thug, ***** what?

Uh, uh
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all *****s sound like me
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
You *****s got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my ****, kick it *****
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak emcee's
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Y'all *****s sound like me
(BEOTCH!)
Pardon my French but uh
(All hail the king and queen)
Sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these week emcee's
(2000 Baby, Bad Boy)
You *****s got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my ****, kick it *****
(BEOTCH!)
(Rock on and on and on)