(feat. Lloyd)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

This gonna be one of them shits right here, boy

Yeah baby, let's do it



[Ghostface Killah]

Oh shit, look at miss thing, you done grew into a stallion

Girl, and still don't got no ring?

Back then, you was alot younger, now you older

Broke my heart, on what you had in the stroller

On the low, that could of been me, Huggie down

Fly and handsome, talk about little Starksky

With little Barkley's, little car seat

Two years later, here comes little Sharneese

I'm saying, are you involved, what's up with you?

And where homeboy at? Oh word, ya'll through?

Eff him, you know how I do, when I come through

Shut the whole block down like I got something to prove

But umm, besides the lane, you look the same

Still blowing beauty marks, sitting under your bang

Ankle bracelets, that Donna Kay shit

I saw one rope for your throat, yo, it cost about 8 chips

Hoodrats, they be wearing that fake shit

Like her, she wear the same bag, like it ain't shit

Pardon me, excuse my French

Just read my lips, girl, everything's me



[Chorus 2X: Lloyd]

He's a goner, hey, you just say the word

Baby girl, I'm on that, hey, anything you need

Anything you want, want, hey, hey

Cuz he don't know I gotcha

Anything you need, I gotcha

Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha



[Ghostface Killah]

Yo, look around, everybody sipping on Rosette

All in our business, they wanna be nosey

He's with her, gonna be all in the streets, like a Jeep, tomorrow

Don't worry, let's breeze the bar

And in case I ain't tell you, those jeans is hard

And those is the snitches, mean mugging, can't fight

Run into the po-lice, fuck them niggas

I pull out, like a tooth, when the back is rotten

Finish 'em off, like your menstrual, after you spotting

Ghost can't complain, 5'6", swinging those hips

And my miss got me wanting to sing

Walking down the street, watching ladies

I got by watching you, watching you

I want you, like if I ain't got nothing to do



[Chorus 2X]



[Lloyd]

Somebody better call the cops

Cuz if that thing cock back, it's gon' pop

Once me stop moving, it ain't gon' stop

Whatever that girl wants, you know she got shopping

Somebody better check the swag

We rack up and never check the tags

We just stuffed it all in the bag

Oh, you mad? Well, too bad



[Chorus 2X]