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