[Ruck]
 Fuck you bitch  word up
 It ain't all about you  huh?
 Trying to make shit happen  fuck you

 Aiyyo we fight every night  now that's not kosher
 I reminisce with bliss  before Eshkoshkah
 We was closer  later on you was supposed ta
 be the one that I stayed with but it seemed that you played tricks
 Every day it get worse  than the day before
 Maybe you're  actin too  immature
 Insecure, plus I'm lookin for the cure
 Keep flippin like you do I'm lookin at the door..

 Ahh, motherfuck you
 Playin, youknowhatI'msayin?
 The fuck I look like huh?
 One of these bitch ass niggaz in the street huh?
 You dealin with a nigga who, can say what he means
 and mean what he say
 When I say I'm lookin at the door bitch I'm obvious
 Straight up and down
 The fuck I look like to you huh what?

 And when you wit your friends I slide to the side
 until the spotlight is mine, and always rep God Cipher Divine
 When I, did the knowledge all my wisdom it came
 to an understanding that you underhanded and lame
 I should play some stuck-up rapper role
 And get foul everytime you lose control
 But that's not my order of operation
 Bustin nuts in ya, startin our own population
 But now you ain't actin the way that you used ta
 B so I can't C you in my future
 And I don't think that I can take it anymore
 Y'all know the rest.. the four-four

 [Mike Stewart]
 If the lovin ain't right
 You're not home, late at night
 All we ever do is fight
 There's a reason I should breeze

 If the lovin ain't good
 And I never thought you could
 ever treat me like you should
 That's a reason I should breeze

 Fuck is the deal, huh?
 You know what I'm workin with, I gotta tie my shit to my knee
 Fuck, my shit ain't good, what?
 The fuck is you doin, punk ass bitch?

 My friends always tell me I'm lucky to stay
 dipped with the flyest chick from the B.K.
 But all the games you play make a nigga wanna spray
 So every night to the most high a nigga pray
 that me and my shorty make it to another day
 If not fuck it Ruckus it wasn't meant to go that way
 But hey I can't front it was good while it lasted
 until I asked her some old stupid hood rat shit
 Some left field shit that a nigga can't call
 But all in all, I had a ball
 I guess it's better to have loved, and to have lost
 Than to never have love at all

 [Mike Stewart]
 If the lovin ain't right
 You're not home, late at night
 All we ever do is fight
 There's a reason I should breeze

 If the lovin ain't good
 And I never thought you could
 ever treat me like you should
 That's a reason I should breeze

 Youse a fuckin miserable bitch
 man that's my word is bond you always want me around the shit
 Misery love company man but you know what?
 I'm gettin the fuck up on out of here, ba-by, bet that
 I ain't gonna deal with that bullshit no more huh?
 Bout to make mad moves with my dogs man
 Fuckin Heltah Skeltah me and Rock yaknahmean?
 Motherfuckin my brother Illa-Noyz, man fuck you word up
 Plus I got motherfuckin ?, knahmean?
 Motherfuckin uhh, Mike Stew'
 Singin what he singin, doin what he doin

 [Mike Stewart]
 If the lovin ain't right
 You're not home, late at night
 All we ever do is fight
 There's a reason I should breeze

 If the lovin ain't good
 And I never thought you could
 ever treat me like you should
 That's a reason I should breeze...

 (repeat both stanzas to end