Yo, remember back on the BullyWhen cats used to harmonize like (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)Yo, yo, my men and my womenDon't forget about the deenSirat al-Mustaqeem
Yo, it's about a thing, uh, yo, yoIf ya feel real good wave your hands in the airAnd lick two shots in the atmosphere!(Put them up, put them up)(Put them up, put them up)(Put them up, put them up)
It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friendThe one you let hit it and never called you again'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins?You act like you ain't hear him then give him a little trimTo begin, how you think you're really gon' pretendLike you wasn't down and you called him again?Plus, when you give it up so easy you ain't even foolin' himIf you did it then, then you'd probably f- againTalking out your neck, sayin' you're a Christian
A Muslim, sleeping with the jinnNow that was the sin that did Jezebel inWho you gon' tell when the repercussions spin?Showing off your ass 'cause you're thinking it's a trendGirlfriend, let me break it down for you againYou know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuineDon't be a hard rock when you really are a gemBaby girl, respect is just a minimum
N- fucked up and you still defending 'emNow, Lauryn is only humanDon't think I haven't been through the same predicamentLet it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, PennIt's silly when girls sell their souls because it's inLook at where you be in, hair weaves like EuropeansFake nails done by KoreansCome againA win win, come againA win win, come againMy friend come again
Guys, you know you'd better watch outSome girls, some girls are only aboutThat thing, that thing, that thingThat thing, that thing, that thing
The second verse is dedicated to the menMore concerned with his rims and his Timbs than his womenHim and his men come in the club like hooligansDon't care who they offend, poppin' yang (like you got yen!)Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist menCristal by the case men, still in they mother's basementThe pretty face men claiming that they did a bid menNeed to take care of they three or four kidsAnd they face a court case when the child support late
Money taking and heart breaking, now you wonder why women hate menThe sneaky, silent menThe punk, domestic violence menQuick to shoot the semen, stop acting like boys and be menHow you gonna win when you ain't right within?How you gonna win when you ain't right within?How you gonna win when you ain't right within?
Uh-uh, come again (yeah)Hey, yo-yo, come againMy French men, come againMy sister, come again
Watch out, watch outLook out, look outWatch out, watch outLook out, look outWatch out, watch outLook out, look outWatch out, watch outLook out, look out
Girls, you know you'd better watch outSome guys, some guys are only aboutThat thing, that thing, that thingThat thing, that thing, that thingGuys, you know you'd better watch out'Cause girls, some girls are only aboutThat thing, that thing, that thingThat thing, that thing, that thing
Girls, you know you'd better watch outSome guys, some guys are only aboutThat thing, that thing, that thingThat thing, that thing, that thing
Hey, we've got some very intelligent women here, manDo you think you're too young to really love somebody?(No! No, no, I don't think so)I say it for me, uh, I'm an adult I say, waitYou're too young to be in love, this is sillyYou're infatuated or whatever, you got nice jeansYou wear fancy AdidasI mean, it might be something I don't know
(Is their a difference from loving somebody and being in love with somebody?)Well, you tell me, what's the difference?Okay, you can love anybody but when you're in love with somebodyYou're looking at it like thisYou're taking that person for what
He or she is no matter what he or she look like or no matter what he or she do(You're crazy! You fall in love, you can fall out of love)You might stop being in loveWith them but you are not gonna stop loving that personMaybe sometimes they ain't never been loved before
Or they never been in love before, they don't know what the feeling is to be loved(Class, she poetic)She killed it, we could end that conversation with that, right?