Lirieke: Jacki-O. Tko (Foxy Brown Diss).

[Jacki-O: Talking]
Unusual suspects
Whoo
Let's Ride
Mmmhmm
Sometimes you don't ask for trouble
You know
Naw
Sometimes
Trouble just come to you
This how I feel about trouble

[Chorus:]
Just prepare for your departure cuz I aint squashin shit
We can get it on the floor or hoe we can empty clips
How you comin down South?
Tryna check me
You aint gotta like me
But you gon respect me

[Verse 1:]
Hoe, muthafuck a Fox
Whack bitch I'm a hunter
Set fire to many tracks
And bitch you just a runner
I didn't wanna deck ya
But how ya man let ya
Come to 3-0-5
And run up on a chair checker
I damn near gave ya class-less ass a asthma attack
Smacked you down and kicked ya in ya ass-less ass
How you got another deal
When yo lyrics aint real
Whoever ghost-writin needa help you write ya will
Capitalize on what?
I aint wanna contend wit ya
Honest Inga, I don't think nobody remembers ya
Fox-Bozo, Foxy-Clown, Foxy-Cotton, or Jello
Shit, I wanna see who the hell is the Gepetto
How ya'll brought that
Whack ass throwback
BROOOOKLYN
You deserve better than a bitch on Prozac
Whack this
Tell ya ghost-writer to turn down his ad-libs
YOU ALREADY KNOW what the track is

[Chorus: x2]
Just prepare for your departure cuz I aint squashin shit
We can get it on the floor or hoe we can empty clips
How you comin down South?
Tryna check me
You aint gotta like me
But you gon respect me

[Verse 2:]
And if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch you wouldn't hate him
You walk around frustrated hoe, cuz you aint Kim
The fight is on
And I aint ignited the alarm
But im warnin you
It's suicide if you try to respond
(That's Right)
The night's long, and rights strong, lyrical python
You probably mad
Cuz you can't get ya dike on
Get ya hike on
Face it, your intimidated
In your interviews, go ahead and tell them how linoleum tasted
Check this, before you even start rappin reckless
Next time take a second
Check what the set is
This aint South Beach, you needed 8 more exits
I aint squashin no beef bitch I seek justice

[Chorus: x2]
Just prepare for your departure cuz I aint squashin shit
We can get it on the floor or hoe we can empty clips
How you comin down South?
Tryna check me
You aint gotta like me
But you gon respect me

[Verse 3:]
[Jacki-O Speaking Creole:]
Hit her, hurt her, smack her around
Queen of the South, I don't back down
Sick whore, insecure, til it aint even funny
You been exposed you gimmick
Give the people back they money
You told me to bow down?
Cuz u supposed to be a vet?
You a tennis ball
You get knocked around on every set
Now, I don't even give a fuck about what happens next
You see this all started because of your ego and disrespect.

[Chorus x2]
Just prepare for your departure cuz I aint squashin shit
We can get it on the floor or hoe we can empty clips
How you comin down South?
Tryna check me
You aint gotta like me
But you gon respect me

[Jacki-O: Talking]
This aint South Beach baby
See, you done got off on the wrong exit
You was on the other side of the bridge
See you zigged when you shoulda zagged
[Speaking Creole:]
And I dare you to respond!