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Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy
Twista
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Yeah, yeah

Don't get mad at me, I don't love 'em, I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em, I replace 'em with another one
You had to see, she keep calling me BIG (and another one!)
And my name is Jay-Z, she was all on my dick
Gradually, I'm taking over your bitch, coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I'm eating a hostess from her open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans

I got your bitch up in my Rover, man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact, I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'ma pimp her, it's over, man
When I twist her in the gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, your bitch chose man
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
Wedding bands don't make it rosy, man

(Oh? Is that your chick?) Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips
(Is that your chick?) Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes
(Oh? Is that your chick?) You better tell her, "Chill" while you're all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
(Is that your chick?) Why she beeping him? Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Your ho chose I, I ain't gonna lie, what I look like turning down chocha
Drove by, smoking lye, recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side of the ride, damn Bleek, can't speak
Uh-huh (uh-huh), okay (okay), what's up? (What's up?)
Shut up! And close the door
Act like you been in the drop top on the open road before
Fix your weave, then fix me, ever gave head doing 160?
Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy, how you love how the white wife beater fit me?
M-dot, him hot, them not (that's gangsta)

(Oh? Is that your chick?) Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips
(Is that your chick?) Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes
(Oh? Is that your chick?) You better tell her, "Chill", while you're all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
(Is that your chick?) Why she beeping him? Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming like a demon fiending for the semen
Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leaning, smoking, I'ma whip it in the stomach
Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money
Why you acting so funny?
You know she been flirting while your working
Behind the curtain, knuckles jerking for certain
Poppin' that pussy, sweating 'til no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death

You gon' ruin your rep trippin' while we pimping these hefers
Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad when your ho put my stuff in the dash
Bust in her ass to climax, I come up with a nab
The game don't stop, legit ballers bending up the block
Niggas rushing, coming at us 'cause of status and props
Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put the dick up inside her
Can't help it if she in love with a rider

(Oh? Is that your chick?) Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips
(Is that your chick?) Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes
(Oh? Is that your chick?) You better tell her, "Chill", while you're all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
(Is that your chick?) Why she beeping him? Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

And why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say, "Jay, you can call the house for me?"
There's no respect at all, you better check her dawg
She keep begging me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
Shit, I put the rubber on tighter

Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up, what the fuck is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your bitch
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch

(Oh? Is that your chick?) Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips
(Is that your chick?) Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes
(Oh? Is that your chick?) You better tell her, "Chill", while you're all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
(Is that your chick?) Why she beeping him? Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

How dumb the pimp? I heard he trick
Bought a new five, maybe a six
Copped that for his new down bitch
And I was digging that down since '96 shit
Memph man, I'll take your bitch
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hos
She can do the same thing to the clique, you know

Your ho chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife calling me daddy
Put her out on the street, let her get that cheese
My bad, is that your freak?
But you know how a thug do
When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you
Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot
Niggas wanna act, get a motherfucking slug too

(Oh? Is that your chick?) Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips
(Is that your chick?) Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes
(Oh? Is that your chick?) You better tell her, "Chill", while you're all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
(Is that your chick?) Why she beeping him? Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

Cool out homie
You better keep her away from my balling clique
Keep her out of nightclubs, all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks
From cats who order Cris, play the floor with the Knicks
That can only lead to something unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first then we all rock 'cause we all hot

You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got them bitches in the smash, make their drawers drop fast
'Cause we get more cash than the average nigga
All dem hos like, "Damn, I gotta have this nigga"
'Cause I'ma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that?
You would fuck mine, how the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards chosen me
Jigga man, who ya supposed to be?

(Oh? Is that your chick?) Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips
(Is that your chick?) Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes
(Oh? Is that your chick?) You better tell her, "Chill", while you're all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
(Is that your chick?) Why she beeping him? Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick