Lyrics:

Its about to be a... girlfight
REMIX
Hey, sendin this out to all the girl
That got beef with another bitch
Just walk up to that bitch and tell her
Whatcha tell her??

I don't fight..
I don't argue..
I just hit that chick with a bottle

I don't fight..
I don't argue..
I just hit that chick with a bottle

[Chorus]
It's a bout to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT

[Verse 1 : Miss B]
I hit that chick wit a bottle
I hit her full throttle
Didn't think I could do it
Cause I look like a model
I'm so impossible
Originated for girlfights
The first to leave a heffa in the hospitol
Thats me, YUP! Ms B
Ms. bottle action
I swear you heffas can't see me
Ya'll can't never take me and insinuate me
Turn around and bite me, and try to demonstrate me
Huh?
How bout I slap ya, and hit ya with one of these
Punch ya homie in the mouth with a handful of rings
Don't need no help, I can do it myself
Had a clique full of girls, now you all by yourself
YEAAAAHH....
You all alone, you ain't said one word
Think security gonna stop it? I'll just flip them a bird
What? You gotta beef baby, I tell ya, we can cook it
Put ya dukes up bitch, you wanna fight we can do it

[Chorus]
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT

[Verse 2 : Da Brat]
Slit ya throat to the meat, bitch if you got beef
And thats food for thought, so my pits can eat
If I gotta fight the girl
Im snatchin out her curls
Ima catch that hoe around the corner
Beat her tushy earl
And let her world cave in, like her face
No body know I done it, cause I left no trace
Im a bad motha fucka, chi-town my home base
Brooke diggin in yo ass, Happy Valentines Day
Do what I say, lay lay lay, my knuckles on ya jaw
You won't never get a witness sayin what they saw
I ain't tryin to be no victim, you wanna cross that line
I leave a bitch leakin blood, like its period time
Got that old skool in me like tampax
You can't leave home without my CD like air-max
I throw them bows left to right
I'm So So Def-a-like legendary like Like Mike Biiiottch!

[Chorus]
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT

1, 2 meet me outside

[Verse 3: Remy Martin]
Look, if you really wanna get it poppin
I can act like I ain't got a album droppin
But, you the type to talk shit
Get ya ass whipped
And then go call the cops
Whose accuse in the process of gettin it started
Filin all types of reports sayin you got robbed
Now that ain't gangsta
And you ain't gangsta
Matter fact, your whole motha fuckin crew is wankstas
Im tellin you, you don't really want it with me
I don't know how to act, Remy'll OD
I be camped out, waitin at ya J-O-B
Wit my hair in 2 braids
Face, vaseline
And my squad know the plan before we start thumpin
Even if I'm winnin, we call gon jump in
Talkin wreckless
No hired protection
And we still walkin round them metal detectors

[Chorus]
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT

I'm poppin 1 heffa, 2 heffas, 3 heffas, 4

If that chick with her, watch her watch her hit the flo

I don't fight
I don't argue

I just hit that chick with a bottle