You Don't Know

Now see, the one thing I like about the niggas
Is that they can fess up to one of they boys
That they been sleepin wit the same chick, and laugh about it But see, a woman, could never admit to another woman
That she been sleepin wit her man
Cuz if that ever happened to me
I would call your house and be like, yo Dont you gotta man
Why you fuckin wit mine
See, I been through bad times
Get yo’mind off mines
You must be lonely
Why you messin wit me But it wont be easy
To get my baby
1 — You dont know who you messin with
Most of them leave with they car doors bent
Im so pissed, you gon make me flip
Imma teach you not to touch my shit
Above While:
Hello?
Hello?
Who dis?
It’s Mo'
For Real?
Hello?
I be callin his house, when youre not around
Dont make me warn you, you know how I get down, down
Somebody told me, but I aint trippin off you, no If you were doing your thang, he’d still be wit you
Repeat 1 while:
Hello?
You know who this is bitch, heh, yeah
Yo, who dis for real, man, hello?
You know who it is 2 — I cant believe you would ever do that
Cant you show me some respect
Is it cuz you jus a reject
Gotta keep your ass in check
Repeat above While:
Hello?
Hello?
What
Yo who dis for real, man
Yo, this is Mo', this is Mo'
You playin’a little bit too much, you knowumsayin'?
Yo, this ain’t no game
This is not a game
Oh, ok Yeah, what?
You on some real bullshit now
You know, you know what?
Why don’t you just come to my house, bitch, you know?
Yeah, I come through, yo, where you live at?
Ask your nigga where I stay at Please, he ain’t got nutin’to do with this
He know
He ain’t got nutin’to do with this
He know
Ask him where I live at, aight?
You on that same stuff you was on last year
When I hadda come through there last year, what
And I’d do it again, cuz I want, I, I got comin'
You ain’t keepin nutin’in check
And keep him from around my house, bitch
Please, I’mma beat that ass, you know I will
You dont know who you messin with
Most of them leave with their car doors bent
Blow out you like I’mma air vent
Ima teach you not to touch my shit
Repeat above while:
Hello?
Trick, you know who this is, dont’front
Yeah, I’mma teach you not to touch my shit
(Timbaland)
You done took it too far (Uh oh)
Imma hop in my car and Imma you up bitch
You done took it too far (Uh oh)
Imma hop in my car and Imma you up bitch
You done took it too far (Uh oh)
Imma hop in my car and Imma you up bitch
You done took it too far (Uh oh)
Cuz Im that chick yo, that same chick
But I ain’t wit playin that game shit
Start callin that name shit
And Ima get on that same shit
That new shit, that call your crew shit
That what you wanna do shit
That boy is yours, keep that nigga
Beat my ass? Prove it You been suckin his dick
Tastin my clit
Just a side chick, on the side bitch
Im the prize bitch, keep it silent
Dont make me violent
You be dialin 911 to tell the family
Around yo crew, yous a bad bitch
Yo ass be talkin mad ish
Toe to toe shoot the five
Girl you get yo ass kicked
What you think I’m gaming?
Shit is real, I aint playin
(No more Have My Baby)
Yo, I got yo’moms prayin
Its gonna get risky
Fuck wit Missy
Imma shoot you where your ribs be So you can feel me Aint it real B?
And you filthy and you mildy
Not appealin, drum roll
Uh oh, heh heh heh
You done done it now
Uh oh, you done done it now
Shes mad, what
Shes mad,
Imma let them two girls fight
While Im out