Twista: Is that your chick

[Jay-Z]R-O-CMemph BleekJigga manMissy, Twista sho' nuffYeah, yoDon't get mad at meI don't love 'em I fuck 'emI don't chase 'em I duck 'emI replace 'em with another oneYou had to see she keep calling me BIG(And another one!)And my name is Jay-ZShe was all on my dickGradually I'm taking over your bitchComing over your shitGot my feet up on you sofas, manI mean a hostess for my open handYou coming home to dishes and empty soda cansI got your bitch up in my Rover manI never kiss her, I never hold her handIn fact I diss her I'm a bolder manI'mma pimp her, it's over manWhen I twist her in the Gold sedanLike I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose manJigga man, iceberg with the frozen handswedding bands don't make it rosy man[Missy]Oh is that your chickWhy she all in his six?With her hand on his dickKeep licking her lipsIs that your chick?Why she all in his ride?With her hand on his thighKeep looking in his eyesOh is that your chick?You better tell her chillWhile you all in his grillDon't you know that man kill?Is that your chick?Why she beeping him?Keep praising him?Cause that's Bleek and them, trick[Memphis Bleek]Yo check it now, yo, yoYour hoe chose II ain't gonna lieWhat I look like turnin' down chochaDrove by, smokin' lyeRecognize a pimp, open your eyesHop in the passenger side of the rideDamn Bleek, can't speakUh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UPAnd close the doorAct like you been in the drop topOn the open road beforeFix your weave, then fix meEver gave head doing 160?Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispyHow you love how the white wife beater fit meM-dot, him hot, them not(That's gangsta)[Missy]Oh is that your chickWhy she all in his six?With her hand on his dickKeep licking her lipsIs that your chick?Why she all in his ride?With her hand on his thighKeep looking in his eyesOh is that your chick?You better tell her chillWhile you all in his grillDon't you know that man kill?Is that your chick?Why she beeping him?Keep praising him?Cause that's Bleek and them, trick[Twista]Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screamingLike a demon fiending for the semenChrome gleaming like the dome off KeenanGone while I'm leanin' smokingI'm whip it in the stomachYour bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your moneyWhy you acting so funny?You know she been flirting while your workingBehind the curtain knuckles jerking for certainPoppin' that pussySweatin' till no fluid is leftWhen I come in the party with J we gonna do it to deathYou gon' ruin your repTrippin' while we pimpin' these hefersPlaya lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepperMust have been madWhen your ho put my stuff in the dashBust in her assTo climax I come up with a nabThe game don't stopLegit ballers bending up the blockNiggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and propsSucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick up inside herCan't help it if she yellin' with a ridah[Missy]Oh is that your chickWhy she all in his six?With her hand on his dickKeep licking her lipsIs that your chick?Why she all in his ride?With her hand on his thighKeep looking in his eyesOh is that your chick?You better tell her chillWhile you all in his grillDon't you know that man kill?Is that your chick?Why she beeping him?Keep praising him?Cause that's Bleek and them, trick[Jay-Z]Yo, yoWhy you home alone, why she out with me?Room 112, hotel balconyHow she say Jay you can call the house for me?There's no respect at allYou betta check her