[Intro: Champ Diva]
Yo, yo, yo $#&@ that
Turn all the lights on, son

Yo No, Yo No, what up my ^!$$%?
Yo get this %#@! right son
Yeah, like that, yeah, yeah, yo, yo

Uh, uh, I'm from the BX, check check it out
Channel war, ya'll


[Champ Diva]
Running with a bunch of criminals, ghetto related
Practice skills, I keep talking cheap, I'm X-Rated

All that playa hated, you out of line, you know the time
Once I blow, you get to hear what's on my mind
Nothing but Cash Rules, and more jewels for more fools

Then sleep, a statue too, keep my cool when it creep
It's off then to the hood, and I lie, for my thugs
That say, infered off the bud, no lie

Kill stress with them highs, sometime, and smoke in July
Think of many ways to make a million, striking hits to make a killing
Rhyme appealing, mad hundred, American's most wanted, I stay blunted

(*##$es fronting, get off my steeze
Don't reveal ^!$$%s, and love the taste of cheese
I know you feeling me, never think about my enemy

Peep my remedy, a lot of jealousy and envy
As I achieve, keep acting fiesty
Numero uno in this, number one, for you (*##$


[Chorus 2X: Champ Diva (J-Boo)]
Yo, we rock from B.X., to L.A., to L.A. to V.A.

To V.A. to Q.B. (you ^!$$%s can't see me)
Yo, we rock from D.C., to N.C., to N.C. to Uptown
To Uptown to Bucktown (ya'll ^!$$%s ducking down)


[J-Boo]
Nasty, lyrical, spit that %#@! every day

I'mma keep coming back like Chucky from Child's Play
It's the return of the (*##$, watch my style switch
Had ya'll chicks running when you get that Blair Witch

I got, lyrics for days, watch my style plays
Eat through that $$# like a $#&@ing twelve gauge
With 24 shots, you know I keep it locked

I'm the hottest female spitting and I'm coming for you spot
Don't @@#! block, ^!$$%, hold your own
You $#&@ing with a pro, in this danger zone

Let off rounds, dick rider ^!$$%s hit the ground
(*##$ ^!$$%s start to run, when they hear the sound
You $#&@ing clown, ya'll ^!$$%s is actresses

Wanna be equipped, pull your gun from your mattresses
^!$$% what, you know how we do
Q.B. to the death, ^!$$%, Venom is the crew


[Chorus 2X]


[N-Tyce]
^!$$%s wanna hate, I got a top ten for that
^!$$%s wanna date, I got a lotta men for that

But this end up for me to go around, hit up Connecticut
95 in a badder whip, or the cheddar grip
And I'mma get it, while the getting is good

Giving it up, for the folks, representing they hood
Cuz I'm a Carolina city swinger, I rep for those
Getting toared down on Henny liquor

I rock a show now for many figures, I holds it down for my skinny ^!$$%s
Slow down, so my head can't get any bigger
My aries is a mah'ucka, hit up your neighborhood Fudruckers

Spend money, love brother, I ain't the type of chick, stressing you once
Ain't no way, third finger, to the left of my thumb
You see me, with a dude, yo, the ^!$$% my brother

I don't got no significant other, or eat

[Chorus 4X]