Uhh
 Check it out  check it out
 This here goes out
 to all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches
 in other niggaz cribs
 thinkin shit is sweet
 Nigga creep up on your ass  hahaha
 Live niggaz respect it  check it
 I kick flows for ya  kick down doors for ya
 Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
 Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped  nigga picture that
 with a Kodak Instamatic
 We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat
 Sweetness, where you parked at?
 Petiteness but that ass fat
 She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm fuck witchu
 The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
 Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio
 Yo, the bitch push a double-oh
 with the five in front, probably a connivin stunt
 Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her
 Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh?
 Then we all get laced
 Television's, Versacci heaven, when I'm up in em
 The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
 She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
 Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
 She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush
 We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous
 I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the Utah Jazz
 My 112, CD blast, I was past
 She came twice I came last, roll the grass
 She giggle, say I don't smoke it on homegrown
 Then I heard her moan, honey I'm home
 Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
 I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this
 Now I'm like bitch you better talk to him
 Before this fist put a spark to him
 Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him
 Lose a major part to him, arm, leg
 She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer
 Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
 Before my eyes could blink
 She screams out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"
 He go back downstairs more time to think
 Her brain racin, she's tellin me to stay patient
 She don't know I'm, cool as a fan
 Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
 But I can and I will doe, I probably chill doe
 Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo
 It came to me like a song I wrote
 Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
 Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
 Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
 Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit
 Flash the heat on em, he stood emotionless
 Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't blast here's the stash,
 a hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please!"
 Nigga pullin mad G's out the floor
 Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door
 Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell
 Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh...
 Yo man, y'all niggaz ain't gonna believe what the fuck happened to me.
 Remember that bitch I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in
 this bitch playa this bitch fuckin run them ol mink ass niggaz and
 shit,
 I'm up in the spot though. One of them six-five niggaz, I don't know.
 Anyway I'm up in the motherfuckin spot, so boom I'm up in the pussy,
 whatever whatever. I sparks up some lye, Pop Duke creeps up in on
 some,
 must have been rained out or something *laughing* because he's in the
 spot. Had me scared, had me scared, I was shook Daddy - but I forget I
 had my Roscoe on me. Always. You know how we do. So anyway the nigga
 comes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps, the bitch all shook she
 sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit. She
 gettin
 mad nervous, I said fuck that man! I'm the nigga, you know how we do
 it
 nigga, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfuckin face,
 gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack. Soon this nigga comes up in
 the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass. Looked like
 the nigga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother! Ahh fuckit
 this nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin me
 mad papers, mad papers. (I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch
 cuz!
 Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain't know that!
 Hahaha.
 You wouldn't know that shit. Really though.) I threw all that
 motherfuckin money up in the Prater knapsack. Two words, I'm gone!
 (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!) Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got
 some lye? *conversation fades out