You Dont Know Lyrics by Missy Elliott

You Dont Know Lyrics

    [Missy]
    Now see, the one thing I like about the niggas
    Is that they can fess up to one of they boys
    That they been sleepin’ wit’ the same chick, and laugh about it
    But see, a woman, could never admit to another woman
    That she been sleepin’ wit’ her man
    Cuz if that ever happened to me
    I would call your house and be like, yo

    Don’t you gotta man
    Why you fuckin’ wit’ mine
    See, I been through bad times
    Get yo' mind off mines
    You must be lonely
    Why you messin’ wit’ me
    But it won’t be easy
    To get my baby

    [Missy & Lil' Mo]
    1 - You don’t know who you messin’ with
    Most of them leave with they car doors bent
    I’m so pissed, you gon’ make me flip
    I’mma teach you not to touch my shit

    Above While:
    [Missy] Hello?
    [Mo] Hello?
    [Missy] Who dis?
    [Mo] It's Mo'
    [Missy] For Real?
    [Mo] Hello?

    [Lil’ Mo]
    I be callin’ his house, when you’re not around
    Don’t make me warn you, you know how I get down, down
    Somebody told me, but I ain’t trippin’ off you, no
    If you were doing your thang, he'd still be wit’ you

    Repeat 1 while:
    [Mo] Hello?
    [Missy] You know who this is bitch, heh, yeah
    [Mo] Yo, who dis for real, man, hello?
    [Missy] You know who it is

    [Lil' Mo]
    2 - I can’t believe you would ever do that
    Can’t you show me some respect
    Is it cuz you jus’ a reject
    Gotta keep your ass in check

    Repeat above While:
    [Mo] Hello?
    [Missy] Hello?
    [Mo] What
    [Missy] Yo who dis for real, man
    [Mo] Yo, this is Mo', this is Mo'
    [Missy] You playin' a little bit too much, you knowumsayin'?
    [Mo] Yo, this ain't no game
    This is not a game
    [Missy] Oh, ok
    [Mo] Yeah, what?
    [Missy] You on some real bullshit now
    You know, you know what?
    Why don't you just come to my house, bitch, you know?
    [Mo] Yeah, I come through, yo, where you live at?
    [Missy] Ask your nigga where I stay at
    [Mo] Please, he ain't got nutin' to do with this
    [Missy] He know
    [Mo] He ain't got nutin' to do with this
    [Missy] He know
    Ask him where I live at, aight?
    [Mo] You on that same stuff you was on last year
    When I hadda come through there last year, what
    And I'd do it again, cuz I want, I, I got comin'
    [Missy] You ain't keepin nutin' in check
    And keep him from around my house, bitch
    [Mo] Please, I'mma beat that ass, you know I will

    [Missy]
    You don’t know who you messin’ with
    Most of them leave with their car doors bent
    Blow out you like I'mma air vent
    I’ma teach you not to touch my shit

    Repeat above while:
    [Missy] Hello?
    [Mo] Trick, you know who this is, dont' front
    [Missy] Yeah, I'mma teach you not to touch my shit

    [Missy] (Timbaland)
    You done took it too far (Uh oh)
    I’mma hop in my car and I’mma <pause> you up bitch
    You done took it too far (Uh oh)
    I’mma hop in my car and I’mma <pause> you up bitch
    You done took it too far (Uh oh)
    I’mma hop in my car and I’mma <pause> you up bitch
    You done took it too far (Uh oh)

    [Lil’ Mo]
    Cuz I’m that chick yo, that same chick
    But I ain't wit’ playin’ that game shit
    Start callin’ that name shit
    And I’ma get on that same shit
    That new shit, that call your crew shit
    That what you wanna do shit
    That boy is yours, keep that nigga
    Beat my ass? Prove it

    [Missy]
    You been suckin’ his dick
    Tastin’ my clit
    Just a side chick, on the side bitch
    I’m the prize bitch, keep it silent
    Don’t make me violent
    You be dialin’ 911 to tell the family

    [Lil’ Mo]
    Around yo’ crew, you’s a bad bitch
    Yo ass be talkin’ mad ish
    Toe to toe shoot the five
    Girl you get yo ass kicked
    What you think I'm gaming?
    Shit is real, I aint playin’
    (No more "Have My Baby")
    Yo, I got yo' moms prayin’

    [Missy]
    It’s gonna get risky
    Fuck wit’ Missy
    I’mma shoot you where your ribs be
    So you can feel me
    Ain’t it real B?
    And you filthy and you mildy
    Not appealin’, drum roll

    [Timbaland]
    Uh oh, heh heh heh
    You done done it now
    Uh oh, you done done it now
    She’s mad, what
    She’s mad,
    I’mma let them two girls fight
    While I’m out

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