• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• New Millennium (What Cha Wanna Do) - Cha Cha
• I Need You - Cha Cha
• Stick 'Em - Cha Cha
• What Cha Wanna Do (New Millennium) Remix - Cha Cha
• Sunglasses - Cha Cha
• Here We Go Again - Cha Cha
• That Broad - Cha Cha
• Mommy - Cha Cha
• Who Make It Hotter - Cha Cha
• It's Like That - Cha Cha
• Ride Out - Cha Cha
• Where Da Paper At - Cha Cha
• He Likes - Cha Cha
• Leon - Chi Chi
• Love Is Energy - Chi Chi
• Get My Chris Brown On - Ch-n
• My Guns Aren't The Type To Play With - Ch-n
• She Walk Out Of My Life - Ch-n
• Pain - Ch-n
• New York Officially Mines - Ch-n
• Petite And U Nice - Ch-n
• My Dick No Michael Jackson - Ch-n
• The Real War Professor - Ch-n
• New York Know I'm Crazy - Ch-n
• She Walked Out Of My Life - Ch-n
• I Like Me Black - Ch-n

It's Cha Cha, Noontime
Shekspere, Nine-nine
What cha wanna, what cha wanna
What cha wanna do
What cha wanna yeah
What cha wanna, what cha wanna
What cha wanna do
It's Cha Cha the Tuskadero the one they call most
I'm high post
So what I'm gonna sweat a broad for
Don't y'all know?
We ain't finished till it's almost
You gotta deal with a broad that ain't even 5'4”
My live goal is to send three or four in the Tahoe
To your door, visit courtesy of Tuskadero
Now where they going, from Detroit, yeah the capital
Which made us national, seven miles with haters after you
They sure to catch you
The vendettas, trend setters, and Benz getters
With big cheddar fellas, pay bills and just met us
The big set up, the big let up inside their leathers
Tical fellas spray for the baby
If she tell ‘em, blast half your middle or half your nickel
On command in general, imagine me on my menstrual
And these broads ain't exempt, they get it good as him
Probably worse if the baby have to reach down in her purse
1 – Yo what cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo what cha, what cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo what cha, what cha wanna do?
Why every time I leave the driveway y'all playas get sick
Is it cause I'm 18 with this four point six?
Come on y'all, y'all gotta admit I'm looking good in my whip
Couple carats in the air, twenty-seven on the wrist, you pissed
And I can tell by the way that you wave
Tell your peeps yeah she's cool but gots some funny acting ways
That some paper stacking stage that our minds all crave
And ‘out it, we ain't got it, we gonna get it always
Repeat 1
Watch these feared one's glare through
Front how dare you?
Catch you backstage and wreck your twenty dollar hair-do
Yeah you ostrich, raising like you want shit
I'll break all these nails and just came from getting done
You ain't a broad
Turn around and face one
You'll be surprised who they hot ones and make ones
That's why they think I'm so hard to meet
When fact is they to intimidated to speak
Or maybe it is the physique
Size, zero petite
And this is way before I hit the charts and the streets
Who's she?
Tuskadero, trump tight with all aces
Angels with dirty faces, leave you in thirty paces
>From heavy rotation to every rotation
The number one in the nation, especially on your station
They say it's over, and 99 they can't stop it
And if it's true remember I'm the last one that rocked it
Repeat 1 (2x)
What would you, would you, would you?
And if you could, could you what?
Would you, would you, would you?
And if you could, could you what?
Would you, would you, would you?
And if you could, could you what?
Would you, would you, would you?
And if you could would you?
What cha wanna, what cha wanna
What cha wanna do?
What cha wanna, what cha wanna
What cha wanna do?
Repeat 1
New millennium, Cha Cha
Yeah, trump tight, yeah, Noontime
Slick I see ya, what? what? what? what?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yo what cha wanna do?

I need you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
That’s what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, uh-huh
I want you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
That’s what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Ah girl
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, uh-huh
It’s the C to the H-A, C-H-A
On the freeway speeding in the CLK
Got a party out in Cali on the second and third
House of blues bad news from the second we merge
I take it you heard, getting at me till the second we splurge
On my nerves, purve from lie
Peeping curves and bottles
You fellas is hot trying to get a rise and why
They eyeing Cha
These broads ain’t understanding why, they like
I need you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
That’s what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, uh-huh
I want you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
That’s what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Ah girl
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, uh-huh
Ladies I’mma tell y’all something
Cha ain’t the one for confronting
Cause all that name calling ain’t gonna leave y’all with nothing
Hard to comprehend, then you must don’t understand
Pardon me when you need to talk to your man
I’m on the road too much
To hear that he saying, she say
Niggas playa hating trying to catch me up on three way
I tried to give him leeway, but he ain’t wanna to see that
Told him put down the crying, he didn’t even wanna do that
Believe that in concerns where confessions is at
Don’t get mad baby boy I just addressing the facts
Lesser than that, get sent to where my sessions is at
See y’all the match and with me is where he got too attach
A thorough bread turn heads
So you better be careful who you spitz at
Cause if she like me
You ain’t never gonna get theses gifts back
They’re tame and I can’t help the way they clutch to me and lust for me
They like she too much for me
I need you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
That’s what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Cha-Cha-Chi-Cha-Cha
I want you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
That’s what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Ah girl
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
She baby boy you’s just a gym shoe nigga
I spent you nigga
Only time I call is when I rent you nigga
Broad thing ain’t really nothing against you nigga
And the small things is really why I’m with you nigga
And it’s worse I ain’t got the kind of time you thirst
I don’t curse but any minute I’mma let one burst
Know how much one broad get if she spit one verse
So we sit and converse, let em know these hits come first
Used to chickens sitting around smoking drough with you
What I look like a wife getting blown with you?
And pulling hair, feet bare, fighting over you
Playing on other chick’s phones like I’m told they do
I’m a broad I don’t key you like them – do
Peeps handle how they supposed to, put holes in you
It’s respect and I can’t help it if they cheat on you, be leaving you
Peep the hook and yo believe me boo
I need you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
That’s what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, uh-huh
I want you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
That’s what I want
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Ah girl
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, aiiyight
I need you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
That’s what I want
I want you
Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha
That’s what I want, ah girl
Come on, come on, come on, uh-huh
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, aiiyight
Uh-huh come on, uh-huh come on, uh-huh come on, uh-huh, yo, yo, yo
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha
Cha-Cha-Chiki-Chi-Cha-Cha, aiiyight
Cha Cha baby come on, trump type baby
Yo Carlos come on, nigga Slick come on

* This is the part when we-
This is the part
This is the part when we- (what's up? - when we get 'em)
(Cha Cha niggaz) this is the part (when we stick 'em)
(Rocket) this is the when we- (when we switch 'em - flat line)
This is the part (when we ditch 'em)
This is the part when we- (when we get 'em baby)
(Holla at me) lets go!
This is how
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (yo Cha)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (Cha, hold on Cha)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (wait a minute Cha, wait 'till the beat drop)
I get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em (show 'em how we hit 'em Cha)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (uh huh)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (hot shit)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (pump this in your Jeep motherfuckers!)
I get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em
[Verse one: Cha Cha]
I {*gun noise*} stick 'em
I - IIIII flick 'em
Shit 'em and switch 'em, that's how I - IIIII ditch 'em
Keys in the ignition, bounce get missin'
WE DON'T DO COMITMENTS (holla)
Hit the club, back to my mission
Same type of sippin', niggas ain't no different
It's easy pimpin' if you see us in it
Four Jeeps get (???????)
It's gold and white labels, no brads at this table
Yellow and green bottles, you know what that mean? y'allin'
Know you got to drop if you cop a skwat
This shit goes no further then the parking lot
Burns a tab (???????) back to your pad
Be lucky if a broad drop you mad to the lab
After that we stab, look backwards and laugh
take a bottle in the air
Two fingers, that's how a playa bounce
[Hook: Cha Cha: "this is how" (repeat 11X) with minor variations]
(That's how I stick 'em babe) I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em, I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em
I get 'em (uh huun)
I stick 'em
I switch 'em
I ditch 'em (that's how I stick 'em babe)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em (get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em)
I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em, I - IIIII - IIIII - IIIII get 'em
I get 'em (uh huun)
I stick 'em
I switch 'em
I ditch 'em (that's how I stick 'em babe)
[Verse two: Cha Cha]
You might ketch me in Bahamas, when I'm loungin' wit him
Tell him bring the Condoms wit him, like he gon hit 'em
Know I always liein' a little, bullshit him
Tell his ass lye on the pillow, let him feel 'em
Pop dom wit him, and roll up (?) wit him
Create bonds wit him, but I don't wined up wit him
I just stack my cake, hair back to the states
Know it's two case, like "Oh yea, by the way..."
I'M A HUSLA BABE
And you just got played
Thanks for the trip, I just got payed
That's what you get, tryin' a hotel
Sees-po-lease
I tax for the stress when it's (?) to invest
Wynnin', we kissin' (?)
Why we can't undress?
That's when I lie
"It's not you, it's the PMS"
I reverse the game
You should rehearse the same
I always dig at your nollage
So I dig at your wallets
This is how
[Hook] X2
[Verse three: Cha Cha]
These niggers deserve Oscars, better yet Grammies
They all sing the same damn song for the panties
From Mike, Donald and Danny, down in Miami
To Nate from Pinstate
Even California Randy
And DJ like (?) from New York and L.A.
He from around D.C. but be in V.A.
So, from Cha-City to Detroit Rock City
They all say the same lines
(???????)
Get it
[Hook] 2X
[Cha Cha] "C.-C-H-A"(repeat until fades)
Cha Cha
None stop
Uh huh
RockHead, drop that beat
Uh. . make these motherfuckas breath to it {breaths deeply}
Yea I like that
Lets go
Uh huh
2010
Uh huh
Hot shit
Hot shit
Hot shit

[JD]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Noontime and So So Def
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
See it don't stop
Y'all don't stop, yo
[Cha Cha](JD)
Yo I'm killing the flow, I'm promo crossing the globe
Got these rap chicks scared to breathe the cough on their toe
Crossing their toes damn near fart through their nose
Buckin' that whoa, I hope they put her project on hold
Few seconds ago, seems like I had your blessings to flow
Now I'm next and you're nervous and hexing me mo'
You make the call I can school you on becoming a broad
It ain't hard to find me y'all I'll show you how mommy ball
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[JD]
All my niggas keep getting that paper
Stand your ground let nobody take you
Look them bitches right dead in the face
And say what'cha want to do?
[Cha Cha]
All my down broads keep taking that paper
Stand your ground let nobody break you
Look them niggas right dead in the face
And say what y'all wanna do, holla
[Cha Cha]
Face to face with you, face the case with you
Visit rooms every time the state say switch you
To state the truth, probably a thing I wouldn't do
Except blaze with you and get your face tattooed
Mistake you fool I wish I would chase that dude
Wait for dude and let alone lace that dude
See too many checks get to many banks
You're on my neck, you're just a guess
I'm too in effect, I'm doing my best
Two on my right, two on my left
Who under stress?
You got me in the Lex doing the preps
See these checks is peever
Cha spitting the fever
Don't smoke so imagine if I was hitting the refer
See mamacita, miss senorita
Spend your visa till you give your keys up
Have you higher than chocha
And niggas that know Cha know she's livin' la vida loca
[JD]
All my niggas keep getting that paper
Stand your ground let nobody take you
Look them bitches right dead in the face
And say what'cha want to do?
[Cha Cha]
All my down broads keep taking that paper
Stand your ground let nobody break you
Look them niggas right dead in the face
And say what y'all wanna do, holla
[Cha Cha]
So hectic, dealing with broads least expected
Accepted, I'mma problem too late for correction
Exceptions, none given, you just need direction
Either exit or take a few keen suggestions
This year I hope you know I'mma keep me dough
Cha Cha and Chi Chi, yo the remix ho
Seasoned flow, trying to get this cheese to marvelous
So umph get off me, uh get off me
Its small change is what these broads should be costing me
They all small time chicks that I'm straining to see
Angry with me, don't get mad your man came up to me
It's ain't my fault he holler at everybody famous he see
Blame it on me, because I want the goodies with gems, no hoodies
And ten Timbs, and grain wood in the Benz
Too many friends, niggas be assuming we friends
If I fool with you daddy, I be dead before I do it again
[JD]
All my niggas keep getting that paper
Stand your ground let nobody take you
Look them bitches right dead in the face
And say what'cha want to do?
[Cha Cha]
All my down broads keep taking that paper
Stand your ground let nobody break you
Look them niggas right dead in the face
And say what y'all wanna do
[JD]
All my niggas keep getting that paper
Stand your ground let nobody take you
Look them bitches right dead in the face
And say what'cha want to do?
[Cha Cha]
All my down broads keep taking that paper
Stand your ground let nobody break you
Look them niggas right dead in the face
And say what y'all wanna do
[JD]
All my niggas keep getting that paper
Stand your ground let nobody take you
Look them bitches right dead in the face
And say what'cha want to do?
[Cha Cha](JD)
All my down broads keep taking that paper
Stand your ground let nobody break you
Look them niggas right dead in the face
And say what y'all wanna do, holla, holla, holla, holla
(What'cha wanna do?) Holla

[Cha Cha]
Yo, yo, yo
[D-Dot]
Yeah, uh
Another D-Dot joint, Cha Cha
[Cha Cha]
Cha Cha, Cha Cha
1 - I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, so I can
Keep track of visions in my eyes
Repeat 1
Yo pretty feisty ain't she, eighteen she can't be
Heard he was some broad getting over then that ain't me
Cause I'm that broad that their broads tell more broads about
And on their mouths is the mouths my name won't stay out
Big benjamining in the slimming
And see me, I keeps in it
Chrome spinning window tinted
I can see me all up in it
It's only summer I have him moving out before fall
How the misses gon' let the mistress steal dough from y'all?
Have him taking me to the places he don't go with y'all
Be the one he sneak and call when he out with y'all
Come on y'all gotta admit it's kind of good to be young
Got his whip, got him whipped, and she don't know what's going on
Yeah I ran that bank account, spent everything in it
Took the credit cards, pushed the Visa to the limit
She be so nieve too the things you believe boo
If I was you I'd be rocking these sunglasses too, come on
Repeat 1
I see this industry gon' love me or hate me
But y'all aren't fans, ain't gonna make me or break me
It takes you a year to get a hit I can't relate see
Cause what you doing in minutes, seconds it takes me
Ain't got no choice so take your verbal spanking like a troop
We're all actors and I'm whooping your whole cast and crew
I make this vow if it's the last thing a sister do
To rip this mic until I'm out of breath or black or blue
This is going out to all your rappers who be acting new
Give me my props or I'mma take them like a rapist do
And why you females hatin' me cause I ain't hatin' you?
I'll take your man for a second but I'll give him back to you
Ain't trying to keep him every state have a him and you
If you were in these sneaker shoes you would do it too
So understand y'all just got picked out of the chosen few
But he gon' always gonna think of me when he holding you
What'cha wanna do? Come on
Repeat 1
I make 'em come up out the cuffs quick to touch this Miss Luscious
Make you see how much you miss from the broad you fuss with
Ask a friend if you don't know-oh, vanilla slash cocoa
I be dipping your five to the uh-oh
Messing with that Sebring chick, touch knee deep quick
And if need be switched cause the team is getting thick
I keeps all I leave with ain't nothing strategic
Broads see chick wanna be chick
Without cause, sea sick
So if you really just going there buying a Benz
Moving that kind of weight, getting them kind of ends
Count me in, you really trying to ball and spin
In front all you men, I rock these shades for all you men

What? What?
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
*Samples MC Lytes "Shut The Eff Up (Hoe)"*
I ain't the broad you want to curse out
Rip what's in the purse out
Oh yeah, you ain't heard how
The baby got nerve now
She think I like homie, putting her ice-grill on me
Nice build on him, and I might feel naughty
But I feel for him, when it's said too fake
Now he throwing me light meals when he can't even pay my light bills for me
I ain't enticed lil' homie, got ice bills... show me
Coz this nice deal holds me to this acting field nosy
I ain't the broad you wanna beef wit'
Better use what you sleep wit'
That language that you speak wit'
Will make you lose your teeth quick
Crushed velvet and sequins
You broads are just the cheapest
Same chick Kim said you'd find down at FreakNic
Hush puppy muse, oh enough I'm amused
Same chickens in sessions around Jagged & Absolute
Studio groupies is what I call that
Say it, cause that's how y'all act
Same chickens on the bra-strap
Actin' like we go all back, yo
*Samples MC Lytes "Shut The Eff Up (Hoe)"*
Say what?
You broads don't get it do you
Uh-huh, uh-huh I put it down like this
Y'all don't know what it is
Is it cause big girls be tough beneath the C-cups
Pull up to your club, ten deep, three trucks
Rovers for the winner, with the seats heating up
Oh the tint too dark, what's wrong can't see enough
Cause hell when I show up, didn't expect me to blow up
Advance like Boa, now I want you to throw up
Cause I'm the type of broad that set a goal, reach a goal
Say three, cause it's reasonable
Then go Gold, just regional, so...
*Samples MC Lytes "Shut The Eff Up (Hoe)"*
Y'all really should just stop hatin'
We're gonna do it like this
Oh, this where you broads gonna piss me
What you got against me?
Mr. Man stand wit' me, get back you all quizzy
Call me charged as if I'm guilty, in a minute, I'ma simply
Snap my finger like a sissy, tell 'em all where to kiss me
In the club, same thing (now ain't that a coincidence)
Now I'm the one you spill your drink on (Clumsy with Chrissy Chrissy)
These broads are fake, I know, but they gon' face Cha though
I'm in a lace condod, ballin' down the Lake Tahoe
Fellas with broads is trife now, but it costs my lifestyle
Sitting steady for a while, just to figure your wives out
Put an end to these fits, makin' it with a long kiss
Make her jam meet these fists, she f'ed with the wrong chick
Astonished, you want this, I promise I won't miss
And I get Miss Who She Wit', ice grillin' accomplice
She modeling from the Explorer, think my man ex-whore
Had run-ins with her before, but this time here's what I told her
You know what?
*Samples MC Lytes "Shut The Eff Up (Hoe)"*
I tell her like that uh-huh yeah
Tuskadero baby, what you thought
You know? See how you gonna hate the laced broad
Cause I'm in the club with you and we got the same thing on
But I'm 'bout it
Be a broad about it, don't be afraid to compliment me
Cause right is right, haters
I love y'all though, I love y'all
That makes us who we are

[Cha Cha]
Cha Cha, uh-huh
Ninety-nine (Cha), you know
Cha, Cha, ah, ah
Ladies I see Cha got to sit wit' y'all, spit to y'all
For about a half-a-minute, listen y'all
It's gettin' hard, even sickening just to look at y'all
Look at y'all, hard to turn chickens into broads
But duty calls, so I hope I'm gettin' through to y'all
It hurts my heart to see what lame niggas do to y'all
It's new to y'all, but still I blame you for the booty calls
Y’all knew exactly what he wanted but still you got involved
That's who's fault?
A true broad would've brushed him off
And if he still act a fool, baby cut him off
I'm trying to tell you we could run this if you think about it
We got the one thing that they crave and can't think without it
They dream about it and run games and I think y'all knew
What y’all would do, ain't nothing but legs open, pass two
Than what they do, forget you and respect the wifee
Be more conversations, y'all might be just like me
I'm that broad baby
1 - It's a chick's world
Drop your chickens baby boy and get this big girl
This big girl sipped Earl in the six pearl
Bad broad if they ask y'all
Which girl, this girl, I'm that broad
It's a chick's world
Drop your chickens baby boy and get this big girl
This big girl sipped Earl in the six pearl
Bad broad if they ask y'all
Which girl, this girl, I'm that broad
If I'm with a street nigga, he the top dog, the block hog
Cause I know he keep it cocked for her, not y'all
Lil' guys at the spot door, with rock draws
With Lil' Jamal on the watch for 'em, stop y'all
I be the broad in the pent, top floor, when the spot blow
Cop the dough out his top drawer
So when they say how much from hence for the Britmoor
Spread my fingers apart and be like this more, and get more
Give me ten on the forth finger, forth streamer
Easy talk till it’s a bought Beamer, y'all seen her
Step out in Stiletto heels, sex appeal, dressed to kill
Chrome rims for niggas eyein' her other set of wheels
Set of bills, big faces, be why you quick to chick chase
And at any given moment have you up for replacement
That's a broad's way of thinking, a broad's way of makin'
Niggas do what they do
What? I told you
Repeat 1
Now y’all know if it ain't hot, Cha ain't seen in it
V-tinted, whole thing kickin’, she's in it
She's the one with the chrome, A-M-G’s spinnin'
Hop out and see the pop-up key, oh she ain't rent it
I tease in it, time shine with the freeze minute
And gleam wit' it, ever since I put the three's in it
And she'll spit, but ain't wit' it unless her fees wit' it
And she meant it every word editors please print it
Surprised you, knew bitches with the G's in it
First seen when it had the shirt matching jeans wit' it
Now watch this, I kicks it off from the most crotchless
No balls, I punks y'all till I cops it, I got this
The trendsetter you can't knock this, stop this
You ain't even want it till I rocked it, and drop it
Got this clothing thing sewed and locked it
Cop that much, for mannequins even rock this
You got this, you got it?

[Nas]
A matter of fact I'm ready to spit it so whenever, yeah, yeah
Gangsta, Cha Cha, Esco, the don, the Gucci princess, ya heard, what
Y'all can bounce to this
[Cha Cha]
Cha Cha, I, I
Imagine Tuskadero, a.k.a. as the wifee
And I don't give a damn if these broads don't like me
Cold as the freezer cause the baby stay iced
Heard the neck broke, how these chickens wanna fight?
Might be the reason they lost complete faith in your market department
Scared to hear the release date
Keep the beats laced, sell a mill in each state
See the wife get the house and extra keys to the safe
[Nas]
You know this game that I'm in
The pain that I'm in
Esco, cars, jewelry
Catz be out to kill me
The last girl that I tried to make my wife
Was kidnapped, the ransom was an outrageous price
Still paid it, dangerous life
Now I seek out a gangstress made for this life, for me to bang with
I think you'll fit perfect
You're young and you're pretty
You're something that I can work with
We'll be running the city, ya heard
1 - [Cha Cha]
You gotta have money if ya dealing with me
[Nas]
But ya gotta be a live one to get it from me
[Cha Cha]
You ain't never met a broad that's expensive as me
[Nas]
And you ain't never met a thug that can pimp it like me
[Cha Cha]
Yo, you gotta have money if ya dealing with me
[Nas]
But ya gotta be a live one to get it from me
[Cha Cha]
You ain't never met a broad that's expensive as me
[Nas]
And you ain't never met a thug that can pimp it like me, get it
[Cha Cha]
See mommy, and niggas pop me and replace me like copies
Crying for weeks, thinking what he'd do with out me
Your cake holder, flying all through the states for ya
The one who gets you out of the jams with the fake lawyer
Came along way from the pants-pocket inspector
The young beeper check, collect call acceptor
See I was with you, when you was a two figga nigga
Way before they knew you was that Escobar nigga
You best remember, who kept ya warm during the winter
And kept the judges paid through the whole trial in September
Cause if ya every try and flip on me
Know everything's in my name that requires a key
So you'll be home missing car notes before you walk over me
Sorry to see, and sorry that you started with me
Cause when you beefed, I kissed you on your bruised lips
Put you in your blue chips and your new whips
Now you don't wanna lose this
Repeat 1
[Nas]
Who gave you bubble baths?
Loving you, bundles of cash
My tongue in you
Hummers to crash, bought you another one, thugging you
Chinchilla furs, Rolls Royce, silver spurs
Who hit it till it hurts, put ya in fifty skirts?
Before me you was getting jerked
Transporting any nigga work, now your clothes matching fifty purse
You was a thug mommy, wild in the club mommy
But now I got to know you, it's nothing but love mommy
I hold you down with the pump to the handgun
Prince Handsome, Escobar, nobody compares
In this cold world it's hard to find somebody who cares
And you was there, when I though I was getting twenty-five years
When them fake niggas left me, you stayed
When them jakes tried to arrest me, I only got away cause you sprayed
Top of the world, just us two, got you
Nas and Cha Cha, amazing, worth respect, I trust you mama

[Cha Cha]
Uh-huh ooh
Uh-huh ooh, ooh
Uh-huh ooh
Uh-huh ooh, ooh
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
[Cha Cha]
So many wonder why they roll with this
Spend dough with this
And even more why I'm the chosen chick
Some say it's either the way the Rover whip
Or woman's showmanship
Or leather fit that can grow 'em in whips
See despite I'm calling it right
She ain't the ballerness type
Me and his ex ain't at all alike
I'm the type that can perform a dribble like a height
V-V-S precise
Cop the ice no regards to the price
So entice, give it all to the wife
Small won't suffice
Now they all want advice
Once or twice, must be nice
Carats all big as life
Why these broads wanna fight?
Cause my name's Cha Cha
Get it right, get it right
So respect game
And nigga accept change
Give it all up it's the best thing
Couple five hundred when the check came
Got the Land Rover in my ex's name
Now that's game 'ccept Bling can explain
No wedding ring get things he better bang
Better change, that old saying ain't the same
What a shame cause I game from the game I claim
Gonna refrain my gang grenade
My French flame try too plain
Give me half of what he make on the grain
Double the Franks
Like thanks just get it in US's change
[Cha Cha] (Yero)
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
(Tell me who make it hotter than me)
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
(Tell me who take control like me)
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
(Waiting on somebody to see)
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
(Then let go of me and set me free)
[Cha Cha]
I make a nigga wanna lie for this
Steal and die for this
Go upstate pushing the pie for this
You might see me in the Prada fit, rocks the size of fists
Intuitions say eighty-five for this
Eighteen with an eye for this, baby an optimist
But she be claiming that she toppin' this
I'm not convinced
Pop a lot of fists just cause we opposites
And I'm cop but they trying to hear from real shh
Straight misery what a broad bring y'all, to the industry
Don't try to fight it if it was meant to be
Taking over twenty first century
Ain't none of y'all really making hits to me
So witness me speed off in the fastest choice
Soon as you broads try to take off
Blow your face off, face-off
Miss Lyrical Cash Detroit, uh-uh
Assuming that you want that
Nine code and more with the toe tack
You see the baby got a squad taking Prozac
Open you niggas wide up when the chrome clap
Know that I'm what a nigga kill for
Steal for, gotta man and they still want
For real though, better tell them they don't feel low
There's a new broad in the dough and I feel for them
[Cha Cha] (Yero)
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
(Tell me who make it hotter than me)
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
(Tell me who take control like me)
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
(Waiting on somebody to see)
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
(Then let go of me and set me free)
[Cha Cha]
Only you and you
Determine what you can do
But if it's you to choose to make a nigga lose his cool
Would you do it? Would you do it? Would you do it?
Only you and you
Determine what you can do
But if it's you to choose to make a nigga lose his cool
Would you do it? Would you do it? Would you do it?
[Cha Cha] (Yero)
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
(Tell me who make it hotter than me)
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
(Tell me who take control like me)
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
(Waiting on somebody to see)
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
(Then let go of me and set me free)
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
(Tell me who make it hotter than me)
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this
(Tell me who take control like me)
You tell me who make it hotter than this
You tell me who get you high like this
(Waiting on somebody to see)
You tell me if you're not convinced
You tell me a chick as live as this

[Trick Daddy]
I just hope y'all niggas know
That when it's time that you niggas gotta be ready for war
You niggas gotta be prepared
You niggas gotta know that I'm serious about this shit
I'mma run 'em down, nigga
I've done been used, abused, and accused of things that ain't true
And been told some shit about some things that ain't even new
But what I done heard is true, I know y'all done heard it too
Been saying shit like Trick run hit from a bird or two
And y'all claiming that I'm the man
I got these banging ass bitches standing around with their hands out
Word is on the streets is that a nigga like me
Done went from jack boy from dope boy in less than a week
See I got more snitches and bitches than my clique ever saw
And I hang with crooked ass judges, lawyers, cops, and robbers
I wish I had a block of that shit
I give my block to my chick
And set up shop in this bitch
I wish I meant a country bitch from a hick town and I
Send her to get a table and break a whole half of brick down
Y'all niggas know it cost money to go to war
And I know a couple niggas with a couple of millions to blow, it's on
1 - [Jim Crow]
It's on, just stay calm
We ain't bullshittin' nigga we droppin' bombs
Uhh it's like that
Ain't done right the first time we coming back
It's on, just stay calm
We ain't bullshittin' nigga we droppin' bombs
Uhh it's like that
Ain't done right the first time we coming back
[Jim Crow]
Ha, Cha Cha
We got the hoes in a headlock now Cha
A new millennium baby
Make 'em bounce, make 'em bounce
[Cha Cha]
Where can I start cause baby girl ain't go no ghetto tales
I'd rather tell how good the leather smell in the SL
That was eleventh and twelfth
Been ahead of myself
So these broads been trying to ride before accepted this wealth
Wasn't born with silver spoons
Seen plenty of silver moons
Sat in mid June on the beaches of Cancun
And that was just family trips
Ride in grip family whips
Now it's my own candy six, nigga you ain't hand me this
So what you beefin' this?
Believe me this
I'll have you on your knees for this
Just pleading the fifth
You acting real displeased with this, fatigued a bit?
You're messing with this seasoned chick
That'll leave ya sick
Take it all, y'all won't be needing
Call her six, no let mommy hold the keys to this
Don't even trip you know we like two peas in this
Breathe evilness,
And we won't split until we even this
Deceitfulness, where it's at, yeah
Repeat 1
[Juvenile]
I just come up with money from busting heads
And niggas I fuck with just got out of the feds
My paper done got scraped
So naw cool relax
Yo Juve what you doing?
Look I'm just chilling to the max
My niggas already left me and they ain't coming back
I look like a drug dealer
They think I'm selling crack
If the motherfuckin' money ain't right
I ain't handling it
Nigga I don't wanna talk to you so stop mouthing
Can't you see that Juve 'bout his business boy?
Or do I have to put holes in your kidneys boy?
Straight up knock the bitch out
We'll pick the bitch up
Then get rough and duck, cut them, Cha is loose in the cut
Look that wouldn't happen to you if you'd mind her
And y'all been hustling, warning this is my turn
Fuck the press, fuck a tv, fuck a cd
When you got money come and see me

Haters approach but they DOA'd
Try next week we ain't with it today
It ain't my fault you got no money
You need to go get you some, won't make me none
I hit hard like a slam drum
Slum and slang with a ton of games
Wreck my brain, my patience wearing in
Fake friends trying to blend in
It tend to get on my nerves
My circles get 'sturbed
Split a check firt a real man Chula furs
Try to make it home but he struck on third
Me fall off? No sir
Had did it once before, but I call it whiplash
Snap back quick when It comes to cash
That's when them niggas start watching ya ass
But I make 'em dizzy you like who is it
Chorus: 2xs
[Jim Crow]
The backstabbers keep an eye out
You better watch out, before they find out
Where you hide out, deep down south
Shorty ride out, before ya time out
[Cha Cha]
How many niggas you know down and crazy
Down to lie for the baby, in a ride like y'all
To many ladies is jealous of the Mercedes
And how close we are lately, that's why I don't like broads
Either you chickens like all in the business
Asking y'all who did it, them inquiring type broads
Intimidated cause I could be the misses
But I'm like a little sister and I'm tired of liking y'all
I only ride shot gun cause it's rightful
Make her hope in the back just to be fightful
Just because I know it's tight when my eyes closed
Just as soon as these niggas drop me off she gone be out though
Both times I co-signed the whole nine
Proved to be ya third eye when you go blind
Know I'm, Miss Cha Cha sadiddy
Off the top and many, pop them any
And the Crow out to get him
Chorus:
What's it's gone be is you and me
We in the middle of the streets, it's midnight
You got a problem wit me my nigga, then get right
But sit tight, hold on I got shit up on my mind
And every time I rhyme I represent niggas that grind
And I find that these gold digging hoes, they out to get a nigga
Fuck up my foes and enemies, I'm bout to hit a nigga
Let a nigga mettle wit not cheddar, will I kill a nigga?
Just because he jealous of the fellas got him drinking liquor
Thinking that a nigga is slipping, but I ain't shorty
Damn what you keep money for?
In the bank shorty, (Wanna get some)
Well I can't doubt it, might as well forget about it
Lot of folk talk I'm talking shit about him
Jack move, get up out it
When we pull the ball out to test, so bitch I been bout it
Mama said attend college
Make it big, my friends doubt it
In 5 years I'm gone buy myself about 10 houses
Get chin from 10 shorties at the same time
Jump in my whip, hit the strip then shine
Cha Cha, Jim Crow, Noontime
Oww, I'm so fresh like a shoe shine
I ain't lying

[Cha Cha] Hey yo, you niggaz wasn't expecting me Jump out the S.E. wit Betsy and any one of you broadz dat test me Now lets see if I can keep it heated, when I spit it Where Da Paper At Run it, told you I gotta get it Cuz I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo address And make you give up everything you got from under your mattress Half you broadz is hectic, dealin with the realest The reason why they got you in this room Without no witness and I'm runnin thru this business No matter who it be So this whole industry better get cool with me Cause see, these men adore me This light skin, manicured, this paper Hand it to her, don't make me get Sandy do it Mandatory and they hate that the reason why I chase that Too late cuz I'm gon get that Ain't nuttin but a 8 stack And ain't no getttin away from that, baby boy, I'm takin that Ain't no sense in statin that (one more time) WHERE DA PAPER AT? [Memphis Bleek] If the war's on, get it on my nigga You gon form the law once the four bark, nigga Plus the crack you sell won't match yo bell You a fifty ride supa, duke, relax and chill Yo I know the street, plus I roll with the heat Bleek wrap niggaz, clap niggaz, go against the fleet If you a poster don, how a nigga can't eat I live ya four plus three feet deep You villinager ass niggaz got one shot the fuck up Finish no album, you done fucked up Get missin, get yo own shit twisted, get felt unidentified Nigga I ain't bullshittin The streets is mine and I'm on a paper chase, caked up wit work Label me a heavyweight, I'm knee deep in crack, keep the gat Sit low in the acc, where dat paper at? [Black Child] Where Da Paper At? Is it in this rap shit? Do I gotta kidnap, peel out and gat slap a bitch? At one point or another I chose to do sticks I couldn't even go for hitin hoez with this dick If I thro you a brick, roll they ballz to nips When I ask where my paper at? Have my chipz If you don't have half my shit, have half this clip Dassit, unless you gon pass yo bitch I'm into pimpin murderin and credit card skams When I was sellin coke I wanted a hundred a grand You want a niggaz smoke I want a hundred and fifty grand I gotta feed my fam, fuck goin hand in hand And my kidz is gon have what I ain't have Like cash that they stashin and bubblez in they bath If you blast, then we blast first For the dinero, we leavin niggaz in the dirt [Berreta] Now how notorious is criminals in Bejing? Been on the run for indictments since 18 Beyond the world seen, corookin, seen the world tooken It's mad how I shook u out the game like hey, gimmie the cash Or I let this glock pop like propane, I touch niggaz from any range Leavin them wet, I got dogz that tap and invest on the internet Get a vet witout a dog, then sell 4000 gatz Muthafuckaz don't undertand what this industry is all about fuck that shit niggaz is crazy, got our blocks open for months There ain't no way to hide bitch, Where da paper, y'all hoez done ran out of town bitch You better have a mil now Or I toss yo wig Turn yo species to allices, now here wintness, real niggaz do real crimes Wit black pieces, my game is at it's deepest and I'm rhymin tight Consecutive low rider, pushin 1.5 Be a part or be a victim, me an yo objective is the same, but me I'm gettin em Like time is mone, nigga, you aint realizin, that every exchange that I cook is in the piein Any market up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear like I'm prizin What.... [Throw Down] Respect the compition my game is con I'm rappin all them niggaz up, dismantlin them in the pond Y'all broadz wanna touch the devil, fuck a Beanie Seag That bitch I slit his throat Money addiction that shit done got me goin around like money listin At hand is what's gon get you and yo man missin See the morgue, give you more of the c-4 under the transmisson Watch him blow for he hit the ground And garanteed if I miss you my man'll get you And fuck who standin wit you when he can he hit you Cause me and Ja hittin them shit that you were scared to do Wit me and Ja runnin yo shit, go shit yop pantz u do It's too late for that? You gon stay for that? Trust me you gon pay for that, nigga where da paper at? [Ja Rule] Come on Come on Ja...the Fallen angel...in the world of lights I'm the true so take notice to New York's Finest Y'all gon remember me wit Alzheimers, the unforgettable Thug, slash, political, nigga, slash spirital Not the typical, average mind you're used to Mentality crucail, bitches get it too I'm not hearing you, question is, do you hear me? If not let me introduce y'all to nine Milly It's a damn shame the game you played you lost Gotta kill a nigga on that same line you crossed Wit that line he'll keep his fingers crossed I can't call it, I wasn't the one you wanted to go to war wit And every night I drink about it, baby, I'm turnin alkoholic Gotta shop?, Call it ???? Somebody died for the paper? Not you and I? Nigga and you stay scared, I see it in yo eyez... Uh .....

[Cha Cha]
Uh, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo
Where the payback?
Throw the clothes on the counter
Like pay for that
I know these broads hate me now
That's cause you okay with that
Them payments, kind of late with that
Baby boy straighten out
Baby girl stay getting backs
Car note you can't wait for that
No strings attached, we don't match
See you like a loyal cat
Cha Cha like a spoiled brat
Bounce your checks like an acrobat
Then after that, take half of that
Still not gonna be tapping that
I'll sell my life, gonna sell my half
Something that I'm just laughing at
Daddy taught me that, they talk game
Talk it back, love you and hope for that
Last brother taught me that
Shady you can buck me down
Not compatible to my zodiac
Da grip, naw don't show me that
>From da Z where we plenty that, plenty that
1 - [Jagged Edge]
Said what he likes
That's what she likes
Get the cash, get the dough
And we stay tight
Gotta stay down for baby
I'm telling you now baby
Said that I want
Tell what you want
Get the cash, get the dough
Baby don't front
I'm telling you now he likes what she likes
2 - [Cha Cha]
Zipping through lab tops
Women in ta-tas
Linen in drop tops
Listening to Cha Cha
3 - [Jagged Edge]
She likes clothes and bankrolls
That's how the game goes
Chips to Montigo, feeling everything yo
[Jagged Edge]
I like a mommy who get rowdy with a body so sweet
Make a nigga drop right down to his knees
Plus she's staying laced and she's so fly
Make a nigga tell a woman bye-bye
I like the way she get down with me
I like the way she keep it cock when she hit the street
I like what she likes and he likes
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
Repeat 3
[Cha Cha]
Yo, yo he likes a hottie with teeter-totters and body
Chocolate ta-teys, bank grande and Jake say I excel like Hyundai
In a hundred and one ways, Monday through Sundays
Living bigger than Pun days, my fun only begun days
>From ways of Cali to the sun rays in Maui
Or a one way to an alley or a mind over Howie
Had his angel at a dead-end
Leaving Hawaiian, papayan and Mr. Hiti Patitti
For America's sweetie, politicking to get some chickens
Lead the chicklings
Always thinking get cream
I don't like it neither if it don't bling, bling
See he on a mission and I know what he likes
Petite waist, cute face, and I'm just as tight
Went from swallows to bottles with a real super model
Somebody told them the time and it wasn't Miss Movado
So where the dough, huh?
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
Repeat 3
Repeat 2
Repeat 3
[Cha Cha]
What she likes, he likes
What she likes, he likes
What she likes, he likes

Sesangi jeomjeom deo museowojyeoNareul jikyeojuneun saram hana eobseoNan
sarangdo kkumdo da chatgo sipeoIn my life for me
Na naneun museowoyo oh my leonNa nareul jikyeojwoyo oh my leonNa nareul
jabajwoyo oh my leonNa nareul anajwoyo oh my leon
Meoriga bingbingbingbing dolgoisseoSesangi bingbingbingbing dolgo isseoDa
gachi turn it roundDa gachi turn it roundMeoriga bingbingbingbing
dolgoisseo
I wanna fly fly i wanna fly flySarangdo tteonatgo na honja namatgoI wanna
fly fly i wanna fly flyNae mameun oeropgo sarangi geuripgo
Na naneun museowoyo oh my leonNa nareul jikyeojwoyo oh my leonNa nareul
jabajwoyo oh my leonNa nareul anajwoyo oh my leon
(Rap)Nan geujeo geunyang gyeoteman isseodo himi dwaesseo gyesok jikyeojwo
nae yeopeseoGalpireul japji motae heundeulheundeul georeodo nan neoramyeon
himnael su isseoStep step step step jogeumssik i gil wiro
(let me get it now)Alge doel geu nalkkaji hemaeil naNot not not breath
in and breath out gappeun sumeul mora swidaDwireul dorabwasseul ttae miso
jieojul saram neoramyeon johaBingbingbingbing doraganeun i eojireopgo
oeroun sesangeseo nal jabajwoSigeobeorin nae maeumeul kkok anajwo
irheobeorin nae sarangdo doechajajwo
I wanna fly fly i wanna fly flySarangdo tteonatgo na honja namatgoI wanna
fly fly i wanna fly flyNae mameun oeropgo sarangi geuripgo
Na naneun museowoyo oh my leonNa nareul jikyeojwoyo oh my leonNa nareul
jabajwoyo oh my leonNa nareul anajwoyo oh my leon
Sesangi jeomjeom deo museowojyeoNareul jikyeojuneun saram hana eobseoNan
sarangdo kkumdo da chatgo sipeoIn my life for me
Meoriga bingbingbingbing dolgoisseoSesangi bingbingbingbing dolgo
isseoMeoriga bingbingbingbing dolgoisseoSesangi bingbingbingbing

Harumeul~~~
Harureul mot chamgesseo jeonhwagiman chyeodabwaIlbundo mot chamgesseo ni
saenggangman hanabwaNae mam moreuneun geu nunbichiMichigesseo nan
Bonamana neoneun nareul heundeulji dodaeche eodireul baraboneunjiNaega ni
yeojail georaneun saenggagen amureon pyojeongi daedabi eobtjiGeuraedo neon
ajik naui eneoji sumi makhyeooneun naui sineojiMaeil pyeongsaengeul
ilsaengeul jikyeojul namjaga neoraneun geol moreuji
Love is energy love is energyLove is energy in my heartLove is energy
you’re my energyLove is energy in my heartJinjja sarangeul
wonhaeNugudo ni jaril gajil su eopgeLove is energy you’re my
energyLove is energy in my heartFeel my heart
Ibyeoreun haebwasseodo sarangeun na cheomingeolSesangeul da jundaedo neo
animyeon sirheungeolBimiri manheun neoui storyIjen malhaebwa
Yo, mwodeun haejul geora mareun jalhaji ireon jeoreon mallo nogijiLie to
me u lie to meKkok pillyohal ttaeman neoneun ibeul damuljiGeureon neoreul
wae nan maeil chatneunji al sun eobtjiman geujeo wonhajiCome to me baby
come to meYeah cuz i’m mad mad for ma love
Love is energy love is energyLove is energy in my heartLove is energy
you’re my energyLove is energy in my heartJinjja sarangeul
wonhaeNugudo ni jaril gajil su eopgeLove is energy you’re my
energyLove is energy in my heartFeel my heart
You’d better get it & i just step stepin’ it dub, dub, dub(can u
feel it?)
i’m gonna makin’ it what, what, whatYou’d better
get it & i just step stepin’ it dub, dub, dub(now! What u wanna
do?)Hey, change your beat again
Love is energy, oh god have mercyLook at me now, please don’t say
that lie lieLove is energy, oh god have mercyLook at me now
Love is energy love is energyLove is energy in my heartLove is energy
you’re my energyLove is energy in my heart(~)Jinjja sarangeul
wonhaeNugudo ni jaril gajil su eopgeLove is energy you’re my

Chorus
girl let me get my chris brown on let me beat it beat it
let me get my bobby brown on let me beat it
let me get my james brown on
let me
beat it
beat it
get my ike turner on
just let me
beat it
verse 1
i'm a beat it rihanna
whitney and tina turna
im a stab it like ojay
so run go call me lawyer
ima beat it like
its angel when she with beenie and bounty killa
im a beat it like bob marley
use to beat up rita
im a beat it pamela anderson EX lova
beat it to the point
you call the cops on this niga
beat it beat it beat it
like spragga and foxy brown
beat it like how tyson
beat robbin gibbens
black and brown
im a beat it
like when mike tyson beat
robbin gibons
verse 2
ima beat it
beat it
like kartel
beat up ninja man
i'm a beat it like rodney king
when the cops stop his van
i'm a smack it
like how the bobo dreads smack up beenieman
im a beat it like how buju
beat up di battyman
i'm a box it like how dem box bounty
at studio don won
im a beat it like its marshall
and i'm emimem mom
i m beat it like i'm sizzla crew
and your dirks man
i'm a punch it like
wesley snipe
punch halle berry bam
verse 3
mr beata beata beata beata
stop beating on my black sista
mr beata beata beata beata
di ch-n is no women beata
mr beata beata beata beata
stop beating on my black sista
mr beata beata beata beata
the ch-n is no women beata
di ch-n will smack and beat up vagina
Wesley snipe is a women beata
Bounty is a women beata
Bob marley was a women beata
Christ brown why you beat up rhianna
Ojay is a women killa

chorus
The guns that i have ain't the ones them to play with
and i'm not the type of niga that you should play
see me niga don't say shit
i will beat you nigas like i'm racist
verse1
peekaboo
i see you
now look look what i do
i squeeze it pon you
leave you in di ICU
who-who-ha- ha
who the fuck is you
without further aduiex
i bid you adu
di glocks that i use
turn you into goo
when i
turn it pon u
by madison ave
the last i see of you
the doctor was turning blue
run out the ER
and scream EWE
verse 2
Mary-lou
take a view
look look what i do
me shot a search thrue nigas
like google and yahoo
you would think
a john woo
movie we a shoot
people see my gun
and say thats got to be new
say what?
you don't know?
you suppose to know a who
ch-n a break skulls like a bottle a ragu
shot snap at you
break your head like snapple
bout you a rotten apple
now rot in a coffin

Chorus
She walked out of my life now she wants me back
She walked out of my life you she treated me like trash
She walked out of my life now she calls me nonstop
Out of my life, yo what the hell was up with that
Vamoose disa disa disa disappear
Have you seen har
Uhuh…yo I need har
Tell har, I’ve been looking I’ve been looking everywhere
I try to ring har
She say I got a new niga
Now I try to act like I didn’t really care
When I call she be like you
Quit talking off my ear
But I did some hard work
And I got my swagga back
Now she calling me calling me not stop
Chorus
She walked out my life when a niga had no dough
Came home I’m like oh no
She left with my mojo
It took me awhile, but I’m back in the game yo
You must be high, cause you ain’t telling me hello
You lost something girl you can’t get back
Remember when you call the cops
Kick me out
And change the locks
You think a niga would forget that
Verse 3
See yah
I wouldn’t want to be yah
Bye bye
I no longer love yah
Ahha I’ m doing better with out yah
Thanks for checking on a fella thou
Vamoose vamoose vamoose a so she disappear
Vamoose vamoose vamoose a so she reappear
Vamoose vamoose vamoose a so she disappear

when i drop my flow
my vibe and instrumental
pain
my loving only come with one essential
pain
you love suck dick
well wait till this meet your dental
pain
now my loving stay pon
your mental
i fuck pussy like it piss me a-ah-off (off)
beat it up
like it rip me a-ah-off (off)
you got to be high
if you think this dick sof-ah-off (soft)
me a fuck pussy
me all rip tits a-ah-off (off)
vicky secret
me rip it a-ah-off (off)
tight and nice
she have a round little a-ah-ass (ass)
dick big like
santa cla-ah-ass (claus)
na fi ask
you suppose to know
me a go fuck you hard
chorus
verse 2
my size put me in the big dick cla- ha-ass (class)
full you up like a drinking fla-ha-ask (flask)
you think its a lie
me take jesus off the cro-ha-ass (cross)
me a wuk jenny
a pain
a di fore-ca-ha-ast (forecast)
the type
that like sex ina ski ma-ha-ask (mask)
tie you up
in the bed are
in the ca -ha-ar (car)
dick long like winta sca-ha-arf (scarf)
na fi ask
you suppose to know

Chorus
New york city is officialy mines
war make me happy like a fag in a behind
fire ras i'm a rub u out like a line
i promise u won't survive 2000 and 9
new york city is officially mines
war make me happy like a fag in a behind
war professor, i'ma rub you out like a line
i promise u won't survive 2000 and 9
Verse 1
i've been living like a reclude
but i'm ready to kill you fools
new year new plan
new fucking rules
i'm back on the grind
and i'm all about business
damage control say they run the music biz
but dawg
the streets dem telll me to tell u kids
that your music ain't selling
you will be better off beggin
get a cup
here what
i'ma give u a couple shilins
are start a lemonade stand
here's some lemonade man
dam yo ch-n u fucking number one
i would like to disagree really
but i understand
when nuff reggae artist is jacking my song
bruk it off, bruk it off
yes they stole that one
verse 2
professor
say what u want about me
i don't care
like your music carry
i'm not goin no were
all the stuff u talking
going in an out my ear
like how fire dick
goes
in and out your rear
you talk tuff
cause there's 11 of you nigers
you got no lyrics
you only got each other
and i got a funny feeling yall is touching one another
i'm a leader
a hooligan
i follow no one
use's a jim carrey
uses a yes man
and fire ras a bitch so he's a yes mam
bout you is a fucking role model
but i don't understand
cause i don't know anyone
that says
when i grow up
i want to be a homosexual
verse 3
I'm like an extreme version of dr evil
silly me
But instead of one
I got 11 mini me
Read there blogs
and it would be obvious
they want to be me

chorus
girl you pretty you cute cute
petite and you nice
pussy feel like the grip from a vice
some girl hate you ture your class and style
spit pon her tou tou
say bitch get a life
verse 1
you hot to the point white girls chill with you
to get a tan
just to chill with you
i need a fan
ain't no question about it lady
that bitch is mad
she mad cause she look like man
fucking tyler perry madea looking a like
lady
you definitely look like
somebody i could make my wife
i would dagger you every night
i wouldn't dagger her with my knife
verse 2
love is in the air like swine flu
every man around u
want to say i do
like the mentalistist
that bitch need a clue
your prada
a pain her like
her period cycle
when you come in the club every man eyes u
war professor gay
and even he likes you
no man can every say he loves you
and then sike you
but i did that to her
when i rode her like a cycle
Verse 3
yo ugly
that could never be you
you she fugly
watch make me hit are with my shoe

chorus
my dick no michael jackson
it no dead
gal sit dung pon me cocky
and wine pon it till u blead
ch-n my pussy is on fire
come back her you little lier
me no farrah faucet
it no dead
gal sit dung pon my cockey
let me fuck you till you blead
ch-n my pussy on fire yah
i'm not stopping for you, you little lier
verse 1
sex with me is so painful
for injuring during sex
the judge said i had to pay in ful
jenny like to say i'm no good
cause she knows she will piss me off
and i'm a treat di pussy aweful
alpha male baby
i'm all bull
when i drop my pans off
she's like dam
yes its all woood
don't worry girl its all good
even thou it look like a creature
from out of torchwood
chorus
verse 2
i fuck a chick from uk
she told her friends
that's ch-n got more dicks than 2 gay
she's not a screamer that's what u say
i made her scream halleulah, rasclahth god forgive me
you feel that pain
girlthat's your kidney
please be soft you got to be kidding me
you want me off you better shoot me
cause i'm ready to go to jail
like jah cure and kobe
chorus
verse 3
I break a girl vertebrae at lease twice a day
you my first date you should be nice to me
cause when i get between the pussy lady
god forgive me
i get crazy
so get back here get back here
where you going
i still got your brassiere
get back her get back here
why u mad
cause i was pulling on your hair
get back here
get back here
and come sit pon me cocky like a chair
get back here back here
i swear to motherfucking god
if you don't get the fuck back her

from now on i'm changing my name
call me warprofessor
yes i'm the real warprofessor
ain't no doubt about it
i got shit proper
yes i am the real war professor
Verse 1
i got a gun big like london bridge
put 2 in your fucking grill
dem find your head bril
got murder
and rape your daughter
on my shirt pin
what u mother fuckers u though i was joking
plus i got a 2, 2
the hight of q, q
and it no fire shot
it fire laser
go pu pu
shot barbeque and stew u
who u
bullets boo u
Verse 2
fi the war i am gun ho
you ain't got to ask you pussy to know i am a gun ho
my guns dem heavy dutty like a gi joe
you need help
thanks soldier
but that's a no no
i'm holding this down
like a niger about to rape a bitch
war with no body armor
cause i ain't afraid of shit
no shirt no shoes
no pants
the way i'm serious i save my dick
run like movado
when kartel bring out he casket

Chorus
New York know I'm crazy
Dem disrespect
So kill him and him lady
Can't find the punk so stab up him little baby
I'm from di city where nigers ain't got no pity
We no ramp fi murder pussy
1st verse
Di Ch-n mad dress like a fag in drag
Squeeze it pon di war professor lad
See me Motherf**ker Call 911
Better yet you better Speed dial god
Holy shit Di ch-n is no joke
Bus my gun all over di 50 plus coast
Squeeze it so much It form a dark cloud
your fat mooma the second hand smoke
What's f**k is this
Ch-n they say you're a fag
You forgot that I f**k your bitch
You're going to do what niga?
Can't put a finger on this
feed you bullets while you were busy eating trish
I'm a terrorist you acting heroic
Shot out your brain pull out my dick and piss on it
Get out my way bitch let me finish up my f**king clips
You should have watch your words
Now I am dumping your girlfriend over my terraces
Chorus
2nd verse
These broke ass nigas
These bum ass nigas
need to leave out your mom house nigers
Hungry niga,s borrowing clothes nigas
You nigas need to buy your own clothes nigas
These projects nigas these welfare nigas
Can't go to club and buy a drink nigas
Mad cause I'm about to sign my deal nigas
I'm bout f**king tired of yall nigas
like the homeless in front your house I will sleep
in front your crib 7 days of the Week
When I spot you I'm a keep it real
jump out of my new girlfriend jeep
U don't see me But you I peep
Squeeze pon you till Your carcus leak
Talk bout when you catch me in di streets
You going to see me By di end of this week
3rd verse
Bitching I'm not really into
Bickering and talking that ain't me That's all you
Notice I haven't said anything
I've chilling and smoking kid
But I've been listening to all your music
And I've been listening to all your bullshit
Now me ready fi squeeze it and done this
Why you running motherf**ker
We ain't done bitch
War dem want So me draw fi me gun
f**k music this time me want blood
i won't stop till I empty me magnum
and crush every bone in dem f**king cranium
questions on everyone mind
ch-n are you going to answer back with a rhyme I'm don't talk
f**k di long talk
When I spot di motherf**ker I'm a saw his head off

She walked out of my life now she wants me back
She walked out of my life you she treated me like trash
She walked out of my life now she calls me nonstop
Out of my life, yo what the hell was up with that
Vamoose disa disa disa disappear
Have you seen har
Uhuh…yo I need har
Tell har, I’ve been looking I’ve been looking everywhere
I try to ring har
She say I got a new niga
Now I try to act like I didn’t really care
When I call she be like you
Quit talking off my ear
But I did some hard work
And I got my swagga back
Now she calling me calling me not stop
Chorus
She walked out my life when a niga had no dough
Came home I’m like oh no
She left with my mojo
It took me awhile, but I’m back in the game yo
You must be high, cause you ain’t telling me hello
You lost something girl you can’t get back
Remember when you call the cops
Kick me out
And change the locks
You think a niga would forget that
Verse 3
See yah
I wouldn’t want to be yah
Bye bye
I no longer love yah
Ahha I’ m doing better with out yah
Thanks for checking on a fella thou
Vamoose vamoose vamoose a so she disappear
Vamoose vamoose vamoose a so she reappear
Vamoose vamoose vamoose a so she disappear

I like my girls black
To the point I have to fuck em with the lights on
Can’t see where I’m putting my python
So I got to turn the motherfuking lights on
So I don’t end up
Fucking the nightstand
They say black is beautiful and you know that’s true
But I still like to fuck
Maryane and sue
And a Chinese girl
Name linglangaloo
But I really like to fuck
Regina, kerisha
Love me girl them wey
Black like club speaker
Turn on the lights
Baby why?
Cause I can’t fucking see yah
And for the last half and hour
I’ve been trying to put this in yah
Chorus
Verse 2
I know u know the story about wrong hole
And I’m not trying to get shit on my pole
So turn on the lights
Baby why?
Cause the only thing I can see
Is your motherfuking eye
I’m not trying to push it in your eye
But I will try
Yes motherfuckers I’m that kind of guy
Now lets do the bedroom math I got to fly
Legs get divide
We add and multiply
Chorus
Verse 3
The blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
Oh my god its fucking true
From you baby I want a couple nappy head youth
I would fly to Africa
For some black berry fruit
The last time my house
Had a black out
I brought some glow in dark stickers
From down town
And told her put it on her ass
“baby why”
Cause I’m sick of looking for your ass that’s why.