[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