Lyrics
(You can talk)
Huh, uh, hit 'em with that penicillin, make 'em feel it, huh, uh
Make 'em feel it
One, never let a nigga see ya sweat
'Cause all they wanna do is see a real bitch stress
Two, make sure when you're walking, breaking necks
Show 'em how to move when you're walking with ya set
Three, curve a nigga, leave him in a wreck
You're playing chess not checkers, bitch, hit 'em with a check
Four, make a nigga give you a respect
Better kick him to the left if he running with the next
Five, let that nigga try to make it work
Now he wanna nag, he tell that pussy lift the skirt
Six, now you living large
Whipping out the Porsche with the four door garage
Rolling like the mob, changing your facade
Seven, quick to smack a bitch with a Mac-11
Always been the wavy living loopy Makaveli
Catch ya mans in the corner hating, acting jealous
Eight, told ya mama now you're chilling with the felons
Ride or die, doing dirty, talking like the fellas
Nine, now you're pretty clever, light like a feather
Shots pop off, hope the LED don't mix your sweat up
Run down queen, make that hoe come out her leather
Ten, I bet they never wanna see Miitch again
Now you're nobody 'til somebody kills you
And you ain't popping if nobody feels you
And we give 'em no options, they in the rearview
You be talking all that ra-ra, we know the real you
Now you're nobody till somebody kills you
And you ain't popping if nobody feels you
And we give 'em no options, they in the rearview
You be talking all that ra-ra, we know the real you