Hey yo show em what ya got

Show em what ya got

Show show em what ya got

Show em what ya got



Hey yo show em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin hot

Show show em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin hot

Show em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin hot

Hey yo show em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin hot

Show em what ya got...



Somebody s gettin on my nerves

Somebody s gettin on my nerves

Somebody s gettin on my nerves

Somebody s gettin on my nerves



Show em what ya got Somebody s gettin on my nerves

Show em what ya got Somebody s gettin on my nerves

Show-show em what ya got Somebody s gettin on my nerves

Forget that you re a ladyand give em what they deserve



Now I ve got this real phat attitude because of all the hype

Jealous-ass rappers broke as hell trying to play me on the mic

So test my respectmess aroundyeahbitchjump up and get beat down

Now Salt shortylight-skinnedsexyand your man know

I got him screamin like a hooker in the front row

So you better check my recordbetter yetbum

My name is super for a recordcheck my platinum album

It s not meant for you to do

You even sound wack when you try to check the mic onetwoonetwo

But wait I m not throughhow you livin sayin old rhymes tryin to get new?

You don t work like the two to make hip-hop

So you can talk until your bigsuckin lips pop

The next time you try to play meyou might catch a fist to the noseho

So there you go



You hear talk about Pep around the way gettin skeezed

Yome and my man was with Pepa last nightyo... Niggaplease

You couldn t hump me if my first name was Cooty Cat

Your little jimmy can t even hold your zipper back

Why don t you tell the story rightman?

The only skins you ever hit was the skins on your right hand

You rolled up on me in your man s Beemer

And I could look at you and tell you was a meat-beatin daydreamer

You put the window down tryin to act real slick

And started smilin like a hooker with a bag of tricks

You stuck your hand out the window trying to show me gold

Your forty-second street Rolex was kinda old

I wrote a numberand I know you thought you d get humped

But it was Dial-A-Date 1-900-CHUMP

So why you runnin around town playin Jeopardy?

Get off my bra-strapboystop sweatin me



Somebody s gettin on my nerves

Somebody s gettin on my nerves

Somebody s gettin on my nerves

Forget that you re a ladyand give em what they deserve



Give em what they deserve

Give em what they deserve

Give em what they deserve

Forget that you re a ladyand give em what they deserve



Now somebody s gettin on my nervesand I m wrecked to get crazy

It never fails to amaze me

How people never miss a possip and just believe the gossip

Instead of finding out the truth of what s up

It s got my nostrils flairin

I d be a fool if I believe half of the dumb shit I be hearing

Cuz ev rytime I meet a guy that s got it goin on

One of my jealous girlfriends gotta find something that s wrong

If he s not drivin a Benz or Beemer then he s bummy

Or he s sellin buddah if he s got plenty of money

Now ask me whyI don t know why or well or what the hell

So breakin up the code because I m someone s ???

I ve got enough problems of my own

To sit up on the phone talkin about on who he s gettin bone



Heyyoshow em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin hot

Show-show em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin hot

Show em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin hot

Heyyoshow em what ya got

Cuz shit is gettin hot



Show em what ya got Somebody s gettin on my nerves

Show-show em what ya got Somebody s gettin on my nerves

Show em what ya got Somebody s gettin on my nerves

Forget that you re a ladyand give em what they deserve



Give em what they deserve

Give em what they deserve

Give em what they deserve

Forget that you re a ladyand give em what they deserve



Show em what ya got Give em what they deserve

Show em what ya got Give em what they deserve

Show em what ya got Give em what they deserve

Show-show em what ya got Give em what they deserve...

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