[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
He be capping
He ain't really doing what he say he rapping
I can get jiggy with this shit, Michael Blackston
Your bitch look bad when I beat it, Michael Jackson

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
[?] I ain't capping
[?] I'm stabbing
My bitch badder than [?]
Your bitch an actress, but she look like an actor
You be capping, so we call you a capper
When it come to [?] you the [?]
When it come to being in the field, I'm the captain
[?] talk about the play, John Madin
Bad bitches, new fashion, rich habbits
Every day I put my hood on, like a jacket

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
He be capping
He ain't really doing what he say he rapping
I can get jiggy with this shit, Michael Blackston
Your bitch look bad when I beat it, Michael Jackson

[Verse 2: BFB Da Packman]
Me and Skilla chilling with 6 bitches in the villa
We only popping percies, but these freak bitches want skittles
I said no baby love, take this perc and suck this pickle
But she felt disrespected, so she asked me if it's little
6 inches, but these hoes love me
I can be your friend, don't do marage, can't be no hubby
I won't fuck her raw, see her kids and they both ugly
[?] my favorite cause we both chubby
Skilla Vandross, and Mr. Packman [?]
[?] Mr. pick a package up on the first
Freaky n***a, meet a lady [?] make it squert
Slid down, boom bow, man that skat pack don't work
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
He be capping
He ain't really doing what he say he rapping
I can get jiggy with this shit, Michael Blackston
Your bitch look bad when I beat it, Michael Jackson