Timbaland - What Cha Know About This lyrics

You see? I think it's time for me put it down For my females, ha ha I'ma let my females shine on this track You see? I ain't biased I ain't racist either So I'ma let uh Mocha bring it in The one boss b**h, not on that horse sh** Honey I wanna score with, money, I'm all for it Speak the raw sh**, they on the floor quick Prepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a poor chick Got off the wall sh**, 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, can't test it So y'all, ramble on, I'ma get my gamble on Ceram' handle-arm, while y'all scramble on Want to battle? It's on, I'll take you on anywhere I'll take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the air I'll take you on with the gat, I'll take you on on the track I'll take yo' a** on a trip, and you never come back Though this a freestyle, these styles ain't free When I'm done, better believe, they got a PILE for me [Chorus: x2] What cha know about this, ha? You don't know Lemme show you bout this, ha? We gon' blow We don't go without hits, ha? Get the dough You can never doubt this, ha? Ha? Y'all go 'head and yap on, I'ma keep rap strong Talk but don't 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, y'all, dingy stacks For, weed in sacks, tote, ki's to crack Wonder why they can't keep they eyes off me? Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm a dime plus 3 Got a 6? I got a stack Got a whip? I got a jet Got a clip? I got a tech That's why you not a threat Wanna know how you could be down too? Can not do, make em say "ah, ooh" Been through it, put too much into it And writin' so long, I ran out of pen fluid What cha know about this, ha? You don't know Lemme show you bout this, ha? We gon' blow We don't go without hits, ha? Get the dough Babe Blue Y'all chicks a**ed out, Babe Blue's here Shook out your mind, cause my debut's near All y'all demo chicks see me when you master yours I surpa** you who*es, then I smash your broads Shorty, don't 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 ain't seein' mine, I walk right in the club You one of them chicks that be in line Me? Studded out, ice flooded out b**h you ain't nice, please, cut it out Bronx to the d**h, we gon' spit raw Timbaland got beats, what you talkin' sh** for? Forget yours, Moch' and Blue, comin' through Bystorm, Z Man, tell me what you gon' do? [Chorus] It ain't over! Y'all chicks talk a lot, now you wanna hate me? Moch' and Blue, Cagney and Lacey Start the biddin' wars at 1 point 2 We gonna show all of y'all 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 I'm tryin' to get my mail ma But y'all chicks didn't know, so I had to tell y'all [Chorus] Doubt this, uh uh uh, what? Let it ride, uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh Tonight (1 Life 2 Live) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh (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?