(Verse 1, Skip)
When y'all gon' learn we don't live like y'all?
We gon' choose our time to go; somebody gon' kill y'all!
I tried to reach y'all, couldn't feel y'all
I listen to what'chu sayin', but what'chu sayin, That wasn't real dogg!
I could spit a verse and kill y'all
Do the people that buy y'all shit take the time to hear y'all?
Probably not, probably listen to the tracks
I know you gon' hate this one; listen to the facts
How you pull the nerve to ever start dissin' n***as
When you was on BET straight kissin' n***as?!
I'm from Holly Grove, you're background prissy n***a, pissy n***a!
OBC, come and get me n***a
I was in the hood yesterday, had a talk wit'cha uncle
He say "stay where you at" 'cause "the hood don't want'chu!"
They gotta crew clipped up, waitin' just to pump you
In any one of them whips that'chu whip when you come through

(Hook, Juvenile & Skip)
[Juvenile]
(A hoe) What kinda n***a kiss another man?! (A hoe)
What kinda n***a need his mama to hold his hand?! (A hoe)
Mmm-hhmmmmmm (A hoooeee)
A hoe!

[Skip]
(A hoe) What type of n***a wear tear-drops, and ain't killed shit?! (A hoe)
Sayin' he a drug-lord and ain't dealed shit?! (A hoe)
(A hoooeee)
(Verse 2, Juvenile)
I smoke weed til' my eyes look like Japanese
I sip Daquiri's wit' the Nolia in the back of me
400 a ship, ain't nothin' comin' after me
I read ya bitch ass statement you made in the magazine
You playin' wit me
Wit' my hood on your album cover?
Real street n***as gon' know you fake as a motherfucka
I'ma still be here after your company flops
Waitin' for my fuckin' album to drop
One of my n***as got fucked up, and one in jail
Will they ever get they shit right? Time will tell
The only thing that called shots, whoadi, is balls
And I ain't hearin' no kinda communication from y'all
U-T-P, designed to be the finest in the business
And we climbin' up the chart with the dependants
Ya feel it? Ya gotta be deaf not to hear it
Because I puts nothin' but the truth in the lyrics

(Hook, Juvenile & Skip)
[Juvenile]
(A ho) What kinda n***a kiss another man?! (A hoe)
What kinda n***a need his mama to hold his hand?! (A hoe)
Mmm-hhmmmmmm (A hoooeee)
A hoe!
[Skip]
(A hoe) What type of n***a wear tear-drops, and ain't killed shit?! (A hoe)
Sayin' he a drug-lord and ain't dealed shit?! (A hoe)
(A hoooeee)

(Verse 3, Skip)
Won't'chu come down Olive, won't'chu come down Eagle?
Won't'chu come down Clayborne where someone can see you?
Just pass down Hamilton, anywhere in the Grove
Any one of them whips; we gon' fill 'em with holes
Remember the cats you ran with? Red and Bubba?
They begged me to tell you "fuck you", so fuck you!
You disgraced your mother, actin you actress
Who's really your daddy? Rabbit or 'Atrice?

(Juvenile)
You ain't never had a fight, wit' all them marks on ya face
I'm a grown man, stay in ya place
So tell me now, why is the hate?
I'm the reason you straight
The reason why you in them more than them 8
I be up in ya hood too n***a, I don't see you
Dont'cha know you're KILLIN YOUR OWN PEO-PLE?
You talk that Holly Grove shit, I don't believe you
Seventeen witness see you and me too?
(Hook, Juvenile & Skip)
[Juvenile]
(A hoe) What kinda n***a kiss another man?! (A hoe)
What kinda n***a need his mama to hold his hand?! (A hoe)
Mmm-hhmmmmmm (A hoooeee)
A hoe!

[Skip]
(A hoe) What type of n***a wear tear-drops, and ain't killed shit?! (A hoe)
Sayin' he a drug-lord and ain't dealed shit?! (A hoe)
(A hoooeee)