What Cha Know About This

You see I think its time for me put it down
For my females hahah
Ima let my females shine on this track
You see I aint biased
I aint racist either
So ima let uhh mocha bring it in
The one boss bitch not on that horse shit
Honey I wanna score with money Im all for it
Speak the raw shit they on the floor quick
Prepare to be surprised if you think Im a poor chick
Got off the wall shit who could be more thick
Plus I can flip rough-up or flatten out four bricks
As for the mic I can break flow out or either bless em
My style is my own and a shorty cant test it
So yall - ramble on ima get my gamble on
Ceram handle-arm while yall scramble on
Want to battle its on Ill take you on anywhere
Ill take you on a bus on a boat or up in the air
Ill take you on with the gat Ill take you on on the track
Ill take yo ass on a trip and you never come back
Though this a freestyle these styles aint free
When Im done better believe they got a pile for me
Timbaland and babe blue
What cha know about this ha you dont know
Lemme show you bout this ha we gon blow
We dont go without hits ha get the dough
You can never doubt this ha ha
Yall go head and yap on ima keep rap strong
Talk but dont act on what you rap on （say what ）
I speak facts to beat clacks and lead tracks
Heed that relax feedback keep that
Bet-ta ease back never see me slack
Break your kneecaps - then have you do three laps
Tryin to see this half a mil yall - dingy stacks
For - weed in sacks tote - kis to crack
Wonder why they cant keep they eyes off me
Yall chicks aint 8 Im a dime plus 3
Got a 6 I got a stack
Got a whip I got a jet
Got a clip I got a tec
Thats why you not a threat
Wanna know how you could be down too
Can not do make em say ahhh oohh
Been through it put too much into it
And writin so long I ran out of pen fluid
Except last line
Babe blue
Yall chicks assed out babe blues here
Shook out your mind cause my debuts near
All yall demo chicks see me when you master yours
I surpass you whores then I smash your broads
Shorty dont get your hopes high praise the most high
Babe blue livin loca

I crush all those small hoes what
My go-to-the-store clothes is better than your wardrobe
You aint seein mine I walk right in the club
You one of them chicks that be in line
Me studded out ice flooded out
Bitch you aint nice - please cut it out
Bronx to the death we gon spit raw
Timbaland got beats what you talkin shit for
Forget yours moch and blue comin through
Bystorm z man tell me what you gon do
It aint over
Yall chicks talk a lot now you wanna hate me
Moch and blue cagney and lacey
Start the biddin wars at 1 2
We gonna show all of yall what one joint do
You wanna get the third degree cause you never heard of me
See thugs murder me deep blood burgundy
Hell nah see Im tryin to get my mail ma
But yall chicks didnt know so I had to tell yall
Doubt this uh uh uh whaaat
Let it ride uh uh uh-uh uh-uh
Tonight （1 life 2 live） uh uh uh-uh uh-uh
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（1 life 2 live baby） uh uh uh-uh uh-uh
Uh uh uh-uh uh-uh 1 life 2 live
What what uh uh uh uh
What cha know about this ha