[Intro: Pop Da Brown Hornet] + (Down Low Recka)

I'mma tell all you playa haters, right, for real (uh-huh, yeah)

All you playa haters is runnin' round, tellin' on niggas (they got a union)

I see your man (we got a union for ya'll) talkin' this and that, right

You makin' 21 dollars an hour, doin' that lil' sucker shit

Or whatever the case might be, you might be able to sneak thru the back door

Cuz you did that lil' ol' punk shit, yeah, I've seen slim doin' that

And then slim doin' this, and slim doin' that

You didn't see me with your girl, though

And you gettin' paid to tell that, nigga?

(The name of this piece is called, I Got a Bitch, word the fuck up

When I got a bitch, I got a bitch, for real

When I got a bitch, I got a bitch, I'm not playin' no games

When you got a bitch, I got your bitch, when you ain't around

I got a bitch) *Yo, we gon' do another one, we gon' do another one for you*

(Yo, yo)

[Down Low Recka]

Your girl's fucked up, your world's fucked up

Situations a nigga go through

He don't show a sensitive side, so he keeps it inside

With so much stress buildin' up, that you are ready

To die for a love, a lot of things he tries to hide

Covers the tracks you got no solid proof, so you gotta let it slide

And I know it's tearing you apart inside

Everywhere you go you tell a nigga

Keep an open eye on your prize

But she can do up dirt on the low

Because if nobody seen it you don't really know the 411

But you heard she hittin' niggas off

Runnin' around the projects like a chicken with her head cut off

No respect for herself whatsoever

If you hit the spot you could get her hot, and run up in her

You thought she was your bread-winner

Fed up with aggravation, a black girl lost

Trapped in a world of temptation

[Chorus: Down Low Recka] + (Rubbabandz)

If ya nigga only knew

(That little trick put your lips at you too)

[June Luva]

I know this trick named Trina, Trina drives a Beamer

Everyday around my way, she comes through at a

Quarter to 2, if her man only knew like Keith Sweat

His so-called chick was straight twisted, wicked

Let me put you under what she did kid

I had her in the back-seat of the whip

Money was low and really couldn't fuck with the mo

One of them days I didn't have a place to go

She said so let's get it on

We don't need a whole lotta room to perform, ya hear me?

As I responded loud and clearly

I don't really support sex without the condom, ya feel me?

Very quickly she ripped out the Life Styles

And slobbed on the nob for a while

The thoughts that ran through my head

Was if her man only knew

How his baby mother is caniving and untrue

[Pop Da Brown Hornet]

Either ya do or ya don't, ya will or ya won't

I'm one to believe niggas's girls be getting boned

Every day of the year

These chickens don't care

They're living in a world that's unfair

[Chorus: Down Low Recka]

If ya nigga only knew, that I was runnin'

Up in you (what would he do?)

If ya nigga only seen, how his wifey

Was stressin' me... he would leave, he would leave

You alone, you alone

He would find another chicken head to bone

And you better believe, you better believe

That you'll be gone, that you'll be gone

And I hope you're independent, I hope you're independent, baby...

Switch!

*beat switch*

[Rubbabandz]

Raiders of the Lost Art, I master style by a long mile

Showin' many battle I'm the winner

I curse your record sales thinner, to any contender

Tryin' to take my title I'm a heavy hitter

You tryin' to catch my blow it's suicidal

I'm any musicians idol

Vary from rock and roll to a orchestra recital

Colossal, hip-hop apostle

Inquirin' minds wanna know, if I ever fall off, it's impossible

I got too much potential, and plus you just startin'

I got too much pride to bait, so I demand you partin'

[June Luva]

Okay, okay, ya'll best to leave me alone

I'm in the zone, holdin' it down on my own

Come on, bring it own, I barracade crews

If you snooze like Kool G. Rap, nigga you loose

I bruise and inflict pain, who couldn't handle

So if you feelin' then pick at what's comin', take a gamble

I dare you, triple dare you, I'm not scared of you

Besides that your rhymes ain't shit, they're uncomparable

So stop, lookin, look ahead mista

Ain't no turnin back once the jewel comes to get you, you got

And the most beautifullest thing is when I drop my pants and let my nuts swing

Mothafuckaz, can you dig it? Best to back it?

Up ain't no tellin' what's comin' from out my jacket (BLOW!)

Duck son, this one here's a free-bee

So go spread the word, niggas can't see me

Niggas can't see me, niggas can't see me

Niggas can't see me, niggas can't see me

Niggas can't see me, niggas can't fuckin' see me

[Outro: Pop Da Brown Hornet]

When you wake up in the morning, you look in the mirror

And you say, look here, right

That nigga, came off, right?

Word is bond, look at this sucker shit here, right

What I did wrong, I had too many beers

Some ol' sucka shit, right, and you come back out right

And you do what you gotta do, man

All that sucka shit about corn...