[Fredro Starr]

If the heat is on I gotta freeze up by a nigga

Shitty hit da fans from da hands sqeeze da trigga

ATAK OF DA BAL HEDZ! sleep if ya wanna

Bets is burned it's a bitter shit than be a donor

Bichasniguz not respective but rejectic

Move on 'em move on 'em things are get hectic

So watch ya blankets hold your hopes

Ya get hurt up that's da word up

Fuckin' with Fre dro understand GODDAMN!

Who the hell is that little ass man?!

The kid with da scamps, balhead like ya jams

Shootin' at the stands, no time to beat fans

Ain't nothing worse than the bichas wich as, nigga that's bakin'

Lies for tichin', try to run the nut for scratchin' stop itchin'

Wishin' perhaps, I play tha right guard, tryin' in yards, but I'ma hit ya with sacks!

Two to da timple, straight to da brains, so simple and plain

Ain't a muthafuckin' thing changed,

But a hole in ya muthafuckin' tape, I would like to thank:

My nigga, my nigga, my nigga,

My nigga, nigga, nigga,nigg-aaa!

[Chorus]

Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!

Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!

Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!

That's da word up, you get hurt up!

Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!

Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!

Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!

That's da word up, you get hurt up!

[Big DS]

Big DS! I put a hole in ya chest, grab ya by da neck

I hit you with da Tec, Onyx in affect, WE ALWAYS COME CORRECT!

Smack tha taste out ya muthafuckin' mouth!

Big DS, I show ya what it's all about

DANGER, DANGER! DANGER, DANGER