What's the matter with your life, why you gotta mess with mine, Don't keep sweating what i do, cuz I'm gonna be just fine check it out
(chorus) if i wanna take a guy, who will me to knock, it's none of your business, and if she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend its none of your business now you shouldnt even get in to who i'm giving skins to its none of your business so dont try to change my mind, i tell you one more time its none of your business
now who do you think you are? putting your cheap two cents in, dont you got nothing to do than worry bout my friends? check it i cant do nothing girl without somebody buggin i used to think that it was me but now i see it wasnt they told me to change, they called me names and so i popped one a 'p' is all i those assholes and everbody's got one i never put my nose where i'm not supposed to, belive me if it's something that i want i'm stepping closer i'm not one for playing high pole like the house of diddy 9 0 2 1 0 type of hoe i treat a man like he treats me the difference between a hooker and hoe aint nothin but a fee so hole yor tongue tightly, wish you could be like me, pop that all on me just to stress and despite me now you could get with that or you could get with this, but i dont give a shit cuz really it's none of your business
1993 FNB packing n macking, bamboozing and smacking suckers with this tracking, gonna get back in...
i may be losing mine to break before you understand that your double standards dont mean shit to me, i know exactly what you say when i turn to walk away but that's ok cuz i dont let it get to me now every move i make somebosys talking, dont ever leave me alone never mind who's the guy who i took home to bone
ok! ms. thing never givin up skins if you dont like him or his friends what about their beeen, your pep pep's got a ill rep, with all the macaroni trap for rap you better step, or better yet get your head checked because i refuse to be palyed like a innocent trick pick a card, no i aint hard liek the bitches on the boulevard my face stays hard and i dont dance in bars
you can call me a tramp if you want to, but i remember the punk who just humped and dumped you or you can run if you have to, but everybody gets horny just like you so yo, so yo ho check it, double deck it, on a record but neck it this ass gets respected, and this but is none of your business
so, the moral of this story is: who are you to judge? there's only one true judge and that's God so chill and let my father do his job