12 Bars| Part 1 A 2 A 4 A 2 A 4 A A 3 A 1 A A 4 What's up gal? cause you finna dis gust me and what?, lust made you nasty? dust off the dust, of the damn bed Come around just to bust your rare and this is how you finna treat me? Rhyme Mc cops, say I should be Rhymin' within Bars, thought they meant the pub g They made cages, but they can't ever hold me. If I ever tell you, to come around girl please don't stutter, Remember Bruce Lee said to go with the flow like wa'uhr, Seven digits tatted baby call my numba, [Hassibenia] and that's how we got your little brother son.