Only in God do I trust
 Stay ready to bust the closest one to you
 These are the things you think your man won't do

 Everybody told me to peep game because this
 Sorry mutha-fucka done got me into some shit
 He got me bent
 But I shoulda known since the first time that I saw the both of you
 Sittin' in the living room
 Lookin' like Jennifer 2 was on the menu
 But your destiny baby, and reality was headed for doom
 What happened to the animalistic passion and thuggish
 Way we used to bone even when we wasn't on on (like dat)
 In every category I listed you a pro
 But now I know, but you don't know that I know you'se a ho
 This is a nigga I took trips and hustled wit
 My roll dawg, we was on some soulmate shit
 The type of shit that make a man want just me
 I let you feel my soul when I opened up and let you in me
 But you on some other shit, ain't that right boo?
 I'm seconds away from makin' you feel my 4-4 slug, ooohh

 Heyyyyy
 Come on!
 Come on!

 (Repeat 1)

 Now it might be ironic
 But somebody been playin' on the phone
 And every day it happened, at night you leave home
 Where you been? Who da hell you gotta meet in the middle of the night?
 What you mean "what I'm talkin' 'bout?" I got hind-sight
 My homie called me and told me he got the tightest sticky
 So I got a few elbows, so I could flip it
 We shot the shit
 And then we ?? put some shit on my mind about you that made me trip
 You, around me, sneakin', playin' freaky deeky
 And the busta you was with ain't actin' like they cool wit me
 Went to school wit me
 Now you can't look me in my eyes
 A little boy tryin' to be a man, hidin' behind lies
 You, the masta, ain't got me ???
 ????? ride in my trunk, punk
 Why do you do the things you do?
 That ain't the half if it, because this busta is a man just like you

 Heyyyyy
 Come on!
 Come on!

 (Repeat 1)

 I shouldn't be surprised 'cause it be the hardest bustas
 The drive-by, shoot 'em up, bang bang bustas
 Chocolate boss, slidin' in and out the butt bustas
 Don't stutter, I say one word right now
 I shoulda listened to my homies that told me about you hauntin', maybe
 This explains the fuckin' shit stains
 Not only in the back, but in the front of your Range
 OH GOD, you must be testin' me, to see
 If I'm gon' be the old me or the new G
 Saw you at the resturaunt exchangin' fuck faces
 So stay ?your ass and twisted? right over these lyricists
 I can start all over just like the book of Genesis
 And DON'T touch me, 'cause I don't know where your ass been
 It ain't my fault you let your homeboy run up in it
 I can't imagine you fuckin' wit ?K-Ride Shelly?
 Best believe you gon' pay for what you did to me

 Heyyyyy
 Come on!
 Come on!

 (Repeat 1 to fade