[Timbaland]
  You see? I think it's time for me put it down..
  .. for my females, hahah
  I'ma let my females shine on this track
  You see? I ain't biased
  I ain't racist either
  So I'ma let uhh.. Mocha bring it in
    [Mocha]
  The one boss bitch, not on that horse shit
  Honey I wanna score with, money, I'm all for it
  Speak the raw shit, they on the floor quick
  Prepare to be surprised, if you think I'm 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, 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' ass 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: Timbaland and Babe Blue (repeat 2X)]
    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?
    [Mocha]
  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 tec
  That's 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
    [Chorus {except last line}]
    [Timbaland] Babe Blue
    [Babe Blue]
  Y'all chicks assed 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 surpass you whores, 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
  Bitch you ain't 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?
    [Chorus]
    [Timbaland] It ain't over!
    [Babe Blue]
  Y'all 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 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]
    [Timbaland]
  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
  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?