Who y'all talkin' to man?
Check it out, check it out
This here goes out to all the ni**az that be f**kin' mad bitches
In other ni**az cribs thinkin' shit is sweet
Ni**a creep up on your ass
Live ni**az respect it, check it

I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my motherf**kin' hoes for ya
Ni**az think frankie pussy whipped, ni**a picture that
With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you parked at?
Petiteness but that ass fat
She got a body make a ni**a wanna eat that, I'm f**kin' witchu
The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin' dissapearin' like Arsenio

Yo, the bitch push a double-O
With the five in front, probably a connivin' stunt
Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her
Find a deal with her, she f**k around and steal, huh?
Then we all get laced
Television's, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em
The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
Ni**a tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressin' me to f**k, like she was in a rush

We f**ked in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playin' 'gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was past
She came twice I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, sayin', "I'm smokin' on home ground"
Then I heard her moan, honey, I'm home
Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this
Now I'm like bitch you better talk to him
Before this fist put a spark to him

F**k around shit, get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major part to him, arm, leg
She beggin' me to stop but this cat gettin' closer
Gettin' hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes could blink
She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink"
He go back downstairs more time to think
Her brain racin', she's tellin' me to stay patient
She don't know I'm cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man

But I can and I will doe, I probably chill doe
Even though situation lookin' kinda ill yo
It came to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, ni**a comin' off some love potion shit
Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin', "Don't blast here's the stash
A hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please"
Ni**a pullin' mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my ni**az on the cell
Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh

Yo man, y'all ni**az ain't gonna believe
What the f**k happened to me?
Remember that bitch I left the club with man?
Yo, freaky yo, I'm up in this bitch playa this bitch
F**kin run them ol' mink ass ni**az and shit
I'm up in the spot though
[Incomprehensible]
One of them six-five ni**az, I don't know
Anyway I'm up in the motherf**kin' spot
So boom I'm up in the pussy, whatever, whatever

I sparks up some lye, Pop Duke creeps up in on some
Must have been rained out or something because he's in the spot
Had me scared, had me scared
I was shook, Daddy but I forget I had my Roscoe on me always
You know how we do
So anyway the ni**a comes up the stairs
He creepin' up the steps, the bitch all shook she
Sends the ni**a back downstairs to get some drinks and shit
She gettin mad nervous, I said, "F**k that man
I'm the ni**a, you know how we do it, ni**a"

Ransom note style put the scarf around my motherf**kin' face
Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack
Soon this ni**a comes up in the spot
Flash the desert in his face, he drops the glass
Looked like the ni**a pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother
Ahh f**k it, this ni**a runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet
Start givin' me mad papers, mad papers
(I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch 'cuz)
(Word to mother I used to f**k her cousin but you ain't know that)
(You wouldn't know that shit, really though)
(I threw all that motherf**kin' money up in the Prada knapsack)
Two words, I'm gone
(No doubt, no doubt, no doubt)
Yo ni**a got some lye, y'all got some lye?
[Incomprehensible]