[Messy Marv]
Yeah (*##$, this aint only business (*##$, this is all the way personal. Ya
understand that? Ugh Ugh... my thug ^!$$%s sing!


[Chorus]
[x2]

Enough of you hoes aint %#@!
Especially a broke $$# (*##$ from TLC
Hangin' out the shotgun side

Of my homeboys ride
Yellin' wont never have money


[Verse 1: Messy Marv]
I heard you hoes went bankrupt
What happened to that?

Now yalls on $#&@in scrubs and yallve been havin' scratch
You hoes are Atlanta hood rats
You aint know

Yall could gain a little weight if yall would stop $#&@in wit dope
Im from Fillmoe
(*##$ the land of the Scandolous

Thug livin' and drug dealin'
Pimpin' and Handlin'
What a ^!$$%s not understandin is how yall switched

>From bein' a broke hoe
To a top life (*##$
But what game is this?

Me and my ^!$$%s mash on those
Ricky $$# no class punk $$# hoes
You know my stee low

(*##$ kicks, shops
Bricks all broke down into twomp chops
And on my block

We've been through it all man
Like Paper we got handles in this game
With the ball man

After the club I heard you suckas could dip
And believe me, when I see you, Im a call you a (*##$
!#$*!


[Chorus]
[x2]


[Verse 2: Messy Marv]
See Im used to this

(*##$ this is what i do
Drop off %#@! and collect chips in cancoon
Half of you hoes got issues $#&@in, wit Mess

Still choppin' at the gap and boots at Nine West
You see nappy head ^!$$%s, like myself
Get a punk (*##$, shake their hand and the scrill

(*##$ you under-still
I keep it thugged out like yup boy
Whatcha wanna see me in the Lexus of the trunk boy

Im a ride on all you victicious'
Coward $$# fashionable, low class (*##$es
When it gets specific

Hoe I seen you on the cut
Lookin' all $#&@ed off (*##$ and lil as $#&@
In yo back hoe

(*##$ dont fall to tha Yay
Made a football playin' $$# ^!$$% turn gay
So what more could I say?

(*##$ whos the scrub?
And when I see you at the club
Hoe it aint no love

!#$*!

[Chorus]

[x4]