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Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Memphis Bleek
Memphis Bleek
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Memphis Bleek
Memphis Bleek
Composer
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Composer
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Composer
Carl Mitchell
Carl Mitchell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Jimmy Douglass
Jimmy Douglass
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga-man
Missy
Twista
Sho'Nuff
Yeah, yo
[Verse 2]
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em, I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one
You had to see, she keep callin' me Big (And another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually, I'm takin' over yo' bitch
Comin' over yo' shit
Got my feet up on yo' sofas, man
I'm eatin' Hostess from my open hand
You comin' home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got yo' bitch up in my Rover, man
I never kiss her, never hold her hand
In fact, I diss her, I'm a bolder man
I'ma pimp her, it's over, man
When I twist her in the Gold Sedan
Like I'm Goldie, man, yo' bitch chose me, man
Jigga-man, iceberg with the frozen hands
Wedding bands don't make it rosy, man
[Verse 3]
Oh, is that yo' chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his ****?
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that yo' chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh?
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that yo' chick?
Better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
That yo' chick?
Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him?
'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Verse 4]
Yo' ho, chose I
I ain't gon' lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha?
Drove by, smokin' lye'
Recognize a pimp, open ya eyes
Hop in the passenger side of the ride
Damn Bleek, can't speak?
Uh-huh, okay, what's up?
Shut up
And close the door
Act like you've been in the drop top
On the open road before
Fix yo' weave, then fix me
Ever gave head doin' 160?
Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy?
How you love how the white wife beater fit me?
M-dot, him hot
Them not (That's gangsta)
[Verse 5]
Oh, is that yo' chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his ****?
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that yo 'chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh?
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that yo' chick?
Better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
That yo' chick?
Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him?
'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Verse 6]
The Jigga and Twista got 'em screamin'
Like a demon, fiendin' for the semen
Chrome gleamin' like the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin' smokin'
I'm whip it in the stomach
Your bitch on the passenger side of me, flashin' yo' money
Why you actin' so funny?
You know she been flirtin' while you workin'
Behind the curtain knuckles jerkin' for certain
Poppin' that pussy
Sweat me till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J, we gon' do it to death
You gon' ruin yo' rep
Trippin' while we pimpin' these heifers
Playa lectures got me shinin' like a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash
Bust in her ass
To give me this, they climb up in the Nav'
The game don't stop
Legit ballers bendin' up the block
**** rushin', comin' at us 'cause of status and props
Suckin' and fuckin', lovin' it when I put the dick up inside her
Can't help it if she in love with a rider
[Verse 7]
Oh, is that yo' chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his ****?
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that yo' chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh?
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that yo' chick?
Better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Is that yo' chick?
Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him?
'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Verse 8]
Yo, yo
And why you home alone?
Why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say, "Jay, you can call the house for me?"
There's no respect at all
You better check her, dawg
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So, she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she?
And you wifed her
Shit, I put the rubber on tighter
Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up
What the fuck is up?
She got you whipped
Got your kids
Got your home, but that's not yo' bitch
You share that girl
Don't let them hear that, he'll earl
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't savin' it, unfaithful bitch
[Verse 9]
Oh, is that yo' chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his ****?
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that yo' chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh?
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that yo' chick?
Better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
That yo' chick?
Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him?
'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Verse 10]
Yo
How dumb the pimp?
I heard he trick
Bought a new five, maybe six
Copped that for his new down bitch
And I was diggin' that down since '96, shit
Memph man, I'll take ya bitch
Let her do her thang, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the clique, you know?
Yo' ho chose, don't get mad at me
Got yo' wife callin' me "Daddy"
Put her out on the street, let her get that cheese
My bad, is that yo' freak?
But you know how a thug do
When a **** hit that, it's "fuck you"
Keep a snug, tre-deuce in the boot
**** wanna act, get a motherfuckin' slug, too
[Verse 11]
Oh, is that yo' chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his ****?
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that yo' chick?
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh?
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that yo' chick?
Better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
That yo' chick?
Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him?
'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
[Verse 12]
Cool out, homie
You better keep her away from my ballin' clique
Keep her out of nightclubs, all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowin' dicks
From cats who order Cris', play the floor with the Knicks
That can only lead to something unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga-man, scorch yo' bitch
Play the floor dot, Jigga-man go first
Then we all rock
'Cause we all hot
You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got them bitches in the smash, makin' jaws drop fast
'Cause we get more cash than the average ****
All them hoes like, "Damn, I gotta have this ****"
'Cause I'm a hot Black, how in the hell can you stop that?
You would fuck mine, how in the hell could you knock that?
I'm just playin' the cards chose for me
Jigga-man, who ya supposed to be?
[Verse 13]
Oh, is that yo' chick?
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his ****?
Keep lickin' her lips
Is that yo' chick?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh?
Keep lookin' in his eyes
Oh, is that yo' chick?
Better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
That yo' chick?
Why she beepin' him?
Keep praisin' him?
'Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Written by: Carl Mitchell, Malik Cox, Shawn Carter, Timothy Mosley
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