What Cha Know About This
[Timbaland]You see? I think it's time for me put it down.... for my females, hahahI'ma let my females shine on this trackYou see? I ain't biasedI ain't racist eitherSo I'ma let uhh.. Mocha bring it in
[Mocha]The one boss bitch, not on that horse shitHoney I wanna score with, money, I'm all for itSpeak the raw shit, they on the floor quickPrepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a poor chickGot off the wall shit, who could be more thick?Plus I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, four bricksAs for the mic, I can break flow out, or either bless emMy style is my own, and a shorty, can't test itSo y'all - ramble on, I'ma get my gamble onCeram' handle-arm, while y'all scramble onWant to battle? It's on, I'll take you on anywhereI'll take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the airI'll take you on with the gat, I'll take you on on the trackI'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you never come backThough this a freestyle, these styles ain't freeWhen I'm done, better believe, they got a PILE for me
[Chorus: Timbaland and Babe Blue (repeat 2X)]
What cha know about this, ha? You don't knowLemme show you bout this, ha? We gon' blowWe don't go without hits, ha? Get the doughYou can never doubt this, ha? Ha?
[Mocha]Y'all go 'head and yap on, I'ma keep rap strongTalk but don't act on what you rap on (say what?)I speak facts to beat clacks, and lead tracksHeed that, relax, feedback? Keep thatBet-ta ease back, never see me slackBreak your kneecaps - then, have you do three lapsTryin to see this half a mil, y'all - dingy stacksfor - weed in sacks, tote - ki's to crackWonder why they can't keep they eyes off me?Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm a dime plus 3Got a 6? I got a stackGot a whip? I got a jetGot a clip? I got a tecThat's why you not a threatWanna know how you could be down too?Can not do, make em say "ahhh, oohh"Been through it, put too much into itAnd writin so long, I ran out of pen fluid
[Chorus {except last line}]
[Timbaland] Babe Blue
[Babe Blue]Y'all chicks assed out, Babe Blue's hereShook out your mind, cause my debut's nearAll y'all demo chicks see me when you master yoursI surpass you whores, then I smash your broadsShorty, don't get your hopes high, praise the most highBabe Blue, livin locaI crush all those, small hoes, what?My go-to-the-store clothes is better than your wardrobeYou ain't seein mine, I walk right in the clubYou one of them chicks that be in lineMe? Studded out, ice flooded outBitch you ain't nice - please, cut it outBronx to the death, we gon' spit rawTimbaland got beats, what you talkin shit for?Forget yours, Moch' and Blue, comin throughBystorm, Z Man, tell me what you gon' do?
[Chorus]
[Timbaland] It ain't over!
[Babe Blue]Y'all chicks talk a lot, now you wanna hate me?Moch' and Blue, Cagney and LaceyStart the biddin wars at 1.2We gonna show all of y'all what one joint doYou wanna get the third degree, cause you never heard of me?See thugs murder me, deep blood burgundy?Hell nah, see I'm tryin to get my mail maBut y'all chicks didn't know, so I had to tell y'all
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]Doubt this, uh uh uh, whaaat?Let it ride, uh uh, uh-uh uh-uhTonight (1 Life 2 Live) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uhUh uh, uh-uh uh-uh(1 Life 2 Live baby) Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uhUh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 Life 2 LiveWhat what? Uh uh uh uhWhat cha know about this, ha?