TM = Tanisha Michelle
L = Lyndah
Intro:
[Woman]
Yo Lyndah, I hear you're trying to talk to my man
What the f** you looking at him for?
Man, you better stay out of his face
[L]
b**h!
You getting up in my face
I'm a put you in your f**ing place
Chorus:
[L & TM]
Yo b**h, you better shut up
Before you get f**ed up
You fighting her, you fighting all of us
You better chill, before you get bum rushed
Verse 1:
[L]
I'm a tell you once, and you best understand
No, I don't want your dumb a** man
Stepping to me with that bullsh**
b**h, you know you get your a** whipped
Me, and that motherf**er?
Ho, that n***a s**er
Get the f** out my face, stay out my path
Or my footprint'll be a f**ing autograph
In your a**, stupid b**h
Popping that dumb sh**
You crazy as sh**
I'll stomp a mudhole in you, b**h
She dumb as hell
b**h gonna make me go to jail
But I don't give a f**
[L & TM]
'Cause we got the bail
[TM] (Over Chorus)
Yo b**h, get out her motherf**ing face!
Who do you think you talking to like that?
You don't be going off on my homegirl like that
I'll break your motherf**ing ears right quick in this motherf**er
Get off her face!
Go do the dishes
You gonna do what?
You gonna do, make my motherf**ing day, b**h!
Make it!
b**h, I'll hit you with... (fades)
Verse 2:
[L]
sh** Popper, Do Hopper
Big Doctor, motherf**er chopper
One big bidet up in the house
Others just say she's just a b**h with mouth
She got a problem, thinking highly scented
Hey yo b**h, go on and talk that sh**
[TM]
I'm the sh** Popper, the ho from Brooklyn
n***as on my sh**, yo b**h, stop looking
But I don't give a f** about what they say
'Cause a b**h like me, I got to get paid
See, I'm the type of b**h that dates the dope dealers
Set the s**ers up with the damn card feelers
Always got to be posting bail
'Cause the n***as I hang with live in jail
For taking out punk motherf**ers like you
Since you're out to get robbed, that's how I do
'Cause I'm a b**h, I don't like s**ers
[L & TM]
Why
[TM]
I like hard motherf**ers
The n***as that push the dope
[L & TM]
Why
[TM]
They buy my fat gold rope
Brothers that take a life or two or three
They'll take yours if you f** with me
As you can see, I don't take no sh**
I'm the type of b**h that you don't want to f** with
b**hes who think you got cla**
Ain't none of y'all sh**, so you can kiss my a**
All my man did for some goddam dough
Ready to f** with some coke or some blow
Acting like you sophisticated and sh**
You ain't nothing but a high price crack b**h
Broke motherf**ers, this one's for you
[Men]
f** y'all b**hes
[L & TM]
Yo, f** y'all too
[TM]
Bum motherf**ers ain't got no money
Don't you want p**y, do I look like a dummy?
If I let a n***a like you get laid
Huh, I got to get paid
Lyndah, since you're the head b**h
Why don't you grab the mic and finish this sh**
[L]
Hold up, hold up, wait a minute
Wasn't that the same motherf**er whipping your a** last week
And now you want to step in my face?
You f**ing fool!
It's time for that b**h to get schooled
Verse 3:
Well I'm Lyndah and I'm a teach you
How to deal with a woman beater
'Cause you and your man disagree
It don't give him no authority
To be beating, kicking, hitting on you
b**h, I'm a tell you what the f** to do
Wait, 'till he go to sleep
Into the bedroom, you must creep
(gunshots)
Three to the head
Leave the motherf**er there laying for dead
Punk motherf**er, he ain't got no heart
If he did, he wouldn't hit ya, ho, from the start
So ladies, if you're sick of getting hit
Repeat after me
[L & TM]
f** that sh**!
[L]
Call the police, what the f** for?
Sick of seeing two dicks at my door
They take the motherf**er for a walk around the block
You think that'll make the a** whooping stop?
No, you must ask yourself
If you can't, then pay someone else
To break a few of his goddam bones
That'll make the motherf**er leave you alone
'Cause I'm Lyndah and I'm a teach you
That's what you do with a woman beater