[Verse 1: Missy]   Me and my clique   Run thur the gutter breakin down shutter   As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna   Ain't nothing better than these favorite buttas   It's like freakin wit your lova tryin to bust his rubba   Have him have him undercover like he thought he never   How the hell a bitch like me become so cleva   Yall wack MC's , yall never never   Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather   Yall suspect hoe's yall suspect hoe's   Takin off your clothes yall reject hoe's   Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em      [Chorus] Missy (Timbaland)   Slap!Slap!Slap!      Right across your melon, easy      (Nigga,Slap!Slap!   Right across your melon, easy)      [Verse 2: Missy]   Yall lil'   Tryin act bigga don't yall get the picture   Every freakin year I come wit something sicka   Fan's takin flick's wanna get my picture   Freak's only speak ¡°Do you know Jigga?¡±   Strange muthafucka's wanna be my nigga   Turn your man to a ass-licker   Cheatin ass men means, cheatin as men   Time to stop gamin and stay the fuck in   Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em      [Chorus] Missy (Timbaland)   Slap!Slap!Slap!   Right across your melon, pronto      (I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!   Right across your melon, pronto)      [Verse 3: Da Brat]   You don't wanna get smacked right quick   Wit a upper cut tight fist   I don't give a fuck if you don't like this   Still get paid to bust the right shit   Still get paid to hop on the dick   Not a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot   But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup   What I'm post to do, starve for you   This ain't Sparkle nigga, I can't crawl for you   That's impossible   I make the rules   I pay the dues   I wear the pants   Bought the shoes, hey Prada too   Fuck wit me you lose   Step to me and get brused   Your chances are not few, they none   So what I'm bitchy   Roll a phat blunt wit Missy   In the front wit me   Tim hit AHH, wit the bang to the boggada beat   Burnin em wit the heat   It don't concern me, when nigga talk shit   They just wanna learn me   When they see me,I permentaly   Damage they shit internally   And Slap!Slap!   Slap! em right across the melon      [Timbaland]   Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!   Right across your melon, easy      [Verse 4: Jade]   I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E   Toes and lows , bling like I'm B.G.   I don't know nigga help, shit, I write my own   Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin microphone   Picture this shit me Missy and Timbaland   We bout to take it to the streets, but the chicken ran   Oh Shit, It's gettin kinda hot in here   Oh Shit, Make niggas stop and stare   Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy   Smack the shit out the Clyde   Cause Bonnie should have pay me   Get old heads for they checks that sign right   And I get lil' boys for they doe on prom night   Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket   Slap!Slap!Slap!   All up in your knogen, early   I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!   All up in your knogen      [Timbaland]   Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!   Right across your melon, easy