If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead) — Beyonce Knowles

Beyonce

Sweetness flowing like a faucet Body bangin' no corset Brothas wanna toss it But they lost, cause my game made them forfeit Slicker than a porpoise and thicker than a horse is Carmen Brown got the whole town speechless I'll stick to my thesis, eyes stick to my features Brothas trying to hold, but thier game never reaches Most of these cats are like the middle of peaches I see you looking at, but what you looking at? You're in a bar and wanna twist me like a bottle cap?

Mos Def

I'm trying to holla Miss, to see if you gon holla back

Beyonce

Your game is whack, and no, you will not get your quarter back See this is Carmen, curves like a cul-de-sac skin coffee and cream, your donuts, you ain't dunking that

Mos Def

But this is Miller, Lieutenant, if you're wondering

Sarpong

And I'm Nathanile

Mos Def

Mel Gibson

Sarpong

Danny Gloverin'

Beyonce

But I'm not hearing you, you might as well be mumbling See, I have dreams, and with a man, what will become of them? There's not a kid out here who can make me believe I should postpone my goals, he got tricks up his sleeve? Whole bar full of cuffs and you ain't locking me down

Mos Def

I got a warrant for ya heart, in the bed, hold the trial

Sarpong

Get a pardon if you come with the Sergeant, now

Beyonce

Give me a chair, cause I don't care, I ain't feeling your style

Chorus

Mos Def

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Sarpong

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Sarpong

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Mos Def

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Eyes like the ocean

Mos Def

Ma, I got some lotion Hold ya thighs, raise 'em high and daddy long stroke you

Beyonce

Hair like forever

Sarpong

Swear I do it better Take my gun out the holster, I still got the Barretta

Beyonce

Brothas sweat Carmen like Patrick Ewing, but that cat...

Mos Def

Don't waste your time, he ain't worth doing, he's just a Sergeant Passing out tickets for parking

Sarpong

Chicken-heads clucking

Beyonce

Pitiful bulls barking See, this is Carmen, voice sweet as marvin I turn out lights, with the switch, when I'm walking Girls steady jealous, cause they men always hawkin' Even got Lou lookin' at me like he stalkin' And I got a mind, too I wouldn't bless you, if your first name was hachoo on Sunday, singin' gospel

Mos Def

You ain't a dyme, just a nickel actin' hostile

Beyonce

I'm headed for the big top and bouncin' on this side-show...