W.E.B.E.

Bitch, you don't know nan nigga, that'll rep the Ville like me

To keep it real like me, all about a dollar bill like me

Hold up, let's slip and side, you better grip the side, before I get inside

Cause I'ma hit the thighs from the back, I know you like it like that, uh

Hold up, gotta switch it up I should hit you up with these fisticuffs

And I'm in the cut like a pair of clippers, strike you down like an air missile

I'm so raw, let a chair hit you, smack you down like every victim

I come through and destroy you and your whole crew, I don't care what you

When it comes to spittin' that pill shit, I get a daily dose

Don't I make a sound when I'm sayin' toast

Nigga, I'm the one, two, and three why you hatin', for

Shit, I'm just sayin', though jealousy, that's a sick emotion