[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?