The Count - Maliibu Miitch, Paul Couture

1, never let a nigga see ya sweat

'Cause all they wanna do is see a real bitch stress

2, make sure when you walking, breaking necks

Show 'em how to move when you walking with ya set

3, curve a nigga, leave him in a wreck

You playing chess, not checkers, hit 'em with a check

4, make a nigga give you a respect

Better kick him to the left if he running with the next

5, let that nigga try to make it work

Now he wanna nag, he tell that oussy lift the skirt

6, now you living large

Whipping out the porsche with the four door garage

Rolling like the mob, changing yo facade

7, quick to smack a bitch with a Mac-11

Always been the wavy living loopy Makaveli

Catch ya mans in the corner hating, acting jealous

8, told ya mama now you chilling with the felons

Ride or die, do it dirty, talking like the fellas

9, now you pretty clever, light like a feather

Shots pop off, hoping that don’t mess ya sweater up

Run down queen, make that hoe come out her leather

10, I bet they never wanna see Miitch again

Now you’re nobody till somebody kills you

And you ain’t popping off if nobody feels you

And we give 'em no options, they in the rearview

You be talking all that ra-ra, we know the real you

Now you’re nobody till somebody kills you

And you ain’t popping off if nobody feels you

And we give 'em no options, they in the rearview

You be talking all that ra-ra, we know the real you