(feat. Mike Stewart)



[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]