Down da-down-da-down-down-down, what(x3)
 Down-da-down, check it, check it

 There was a Hardy boy mystery I was tryin to solve
 Can't understand who the fuck was involved
 Back from a show I had came, hopped off the plane
 In my mind home was pictured and rest was the frame
 My God came and grabbed in something less than a Caddy
 Go buy them gas and food was less than a cabby
 As we approach my tilt, paranoia in my bones had built
 By the lock on the door, a hole was drilled
 I opened it to the kitchen floor my heart nailed
 In my shit, somebody had broke in like a mitt
 My mind started swingin and who I thought the glove fit
 As usual, niggaz is suspects
 Who did I tell I was going out of town
 Not too many people, I guess the word got around
 The people upstairs should have been disturbed by the sound
 Must have came during the day when at work, they was found
 At the mount I stand folded than tie
 Askin who done it
 Fuck Hitchcock, I got the fifth cocked
 About to go wild hunted
 Whoever did it had the nerve to chill and get blunted
 And left a roach in the ash tray, I had cleaned out the last day
 Before I left, this thief decided to play chef
 With the beef in the fridge to cook chicken breast
 I'm kickin what shit was left all around the house
 Thinkin whoever came in on me is out

 chorus
 It's a frantic situation
 It's a frantic situation, yes it is
 (What can I do?)
 It's a frantic situation
 It's a frantic situation, hear me now
 (What can I do?)
 It's a frantic situation
 It's a frantic situation, yes it is
 (What can I do?)
 It's a frantic situation
 It's a frantic situation, hear me y'all
 (What can I do