(feat. Brotha Lynch Hung)


[Zigg Zagg: speaking]

Da Argument

The Argument number two


[Zigg Zagg:]

And where was you last night

You know I hit you 'bout like one o'clock

And if you don't know by now, you put me on the spot

I'm fed up, shit, tired, sick and I can't even breathe

'Bout to put myself in prison and do you off in yo sleep

What was you thinkin?

You smell like stank ass bitch right now

What was you drankin?

Don't apologize, I'm packin up for a while

I can't believe it you given away a whole zip for a dub

And to the hoe you spent the night wit

Hide

Cause push comes to shove

Blood runs much thicker than water, but don't wash

Next time you feelin sad and look over at me, I don't talk

Two kids and twelve years, but still I can't get the respect

This whole relationship thing to me is like a comedy act

You keep complainin at me night after night

I'ma leave and you be framin me wit all dis bullshit

I just can't breathe

And you be blamin me for what you be doin

I'm leavin please don't try to call me on my personal time

That's what I mean


[Brotha Lynch:]

It's like therapy

See you can sit there and stare at me

You can even smell me

Go 'head you can tell me

Only time you see me get jealous is when you fuckin up

I trust you 'round the fellas

Better toughin up

Or get tossed up, this ain't no soap opera

This ain't O.J. & Nee-Cole

Creep up and pop ya, smashin in the Bronco

End up getting locked up

Run up to the enemy and he end up getting socked up

I ain't got no money for Cochran, no matter what you talkin

Don't make come at you with the glocked in like McGlockton

I smoke to much weed and they gon' take my kids

I'ma have to make you bleed, I can't let you live

Makin dem baby mama ribs after all these years

You didn't know it, I was a psycho killin wit all these tears

Blood type O, cryin when I killin

Huggin my babies and now I'm cryin when I'm killin

Jeah


[Chorus:]

(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)

Um, you don't know me, but a few years ago I killed your husband, and I am so very very sorry

(Lady crying) - What is this some kinda of sick joke

(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)

Oh no, I'm completely serious!

(Lady cries)

(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)

I feel better already!


[Zigg Zagg:]

A damn shame it's been a waist of my lifetime

I cry myself to sleep when you come back so late at night

I got no feelin for you sometimes

Can't lie, but wouldn't mind pullin the chain

So just maybe I that I might just shoot one off into the brain

51/50 you made it so likely nothin could matter

These bitches hittin you at 3 in the A.M. and what they after

I'm vicious and my patience is low, tryin to let you know

So don't come lookin for me after the show

You heard me beggin, and just this one last time

Show you what you about to be missin, I'm on a mission

When you hit from behind, you get the vision

Baby stickin 'em and thinkin' you fine

But just you listen, cause I'm shinin' baby commitin a crime

And man you slippin


[Brotha Lynch:]

Everytime I come home, same ole shit

You ain't satisfied until I leave ya anal split

I know you ain't gon' get it until I ram it down ya throat

I know you ain't gon' lick it, I know you ain't gon' choke

But I'ma hit the G note, and that's gon' settle thangs

And you can leave broke, leave those metal thangs up out that shit

Unless somebody come trip, then I'll rock that shit

That's on Crip

Don't make me act so stiff, I'm a NWA

I was in trouble yesterday, and in trouble today

And it ain't gon' change, I spray thangs

So baby don't say thangs, 'bout to make it bang.


[Chorus:]

(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)

Um, you don't know me, but a few years ago I killed your husband, and I am so very very sorry

(Lady crying) - What is this some kinda of sick joke

(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)

Oh no, I'm completely serious!

(Lady cries)

(Voice of the Bride of Chucky)

I feel better already!