(feat. Betty Wright) 



Uh Girls Y'all gotta feel me on this one 

Y'all know how it be you Just been with your man 

For so long and you think you got him figured out 

And things aight thats how I was 

I thought I had him all figured out 

But he just kept surpising me everytime I looked around 

It was just (trouble) some more trouble (trouble times) 

Damn 



[Jacki-O] 

It's hard on the yard I'm all alone in this struggle 

I can't trust these hoes your bestfriends be your foes 

No one to talk to better watch what you say 

Fast as you tell them shit them hoes be on the freeway 

Face it, you got a dream? your ass better chase it 

Nigga giving you problems have that nigga replacements 

Excuses to fight you everytime your lights do 

And as soon as you in another nigga chest they stress 

Fuck them I ain't the nice type or the wife type 

I ain't nann one of them boojie chicks I'm a rude bitch 

Fuck your family and your phoney ass mammy 

All up in my shit trying to watch what you hand me 

I had this shit way before I even met your ass 

I keep house and a car and some cash 

For when I'm ready to leave your ass I can't trust you 

That's why I keep some shit you can't take 

And that's a hustle 



[Hook-Betty Wright] 

All this time you been with me 

I was just living in misery 

I prayed and prayed for a change 

But only rain came my way 

All this time you been with me 

I was just sleeping with the enemy 

All this time you been with me 

I was just sleeping with the enemy 



[Jacki-O] 

I mean you hurted me so bad I wanted to do you 

I mean you hurted a bitch so bad I wanted to use vodoo 

To bury your name but that ain't my game 

I was willing to do anythang to ease that pain 

We been through to much made to many bucks 

Touch to many blocks had to many niggaz shot 

For the shit to just drop 

It's the latest talk in the nail shop 

Everybody knows I can just hear the hoes 

Chicks I use to ride with can't even confide with 

That shit bothers me I wanna bleed them hoes artries 

I don't feel safe no more 

You don't leave the keys to the safe no more 

You ain't trust your boosters the time I busted you 

You won't let me load your clip or hide your bricks 

You don't trust me with the accounts and books and shit 

But you trust me your life cause everynight I cook 

Fuck Nigga 



[Hook-Betty Wright] 



[Jacki-O] 

Act three let me see if I can sum it up 

Every credit card you had I tried to run it up 

And everytime we fucked nigga I hated it 

And everytime I said I bust a nut well I faked it 

Every key you left unguarded yeah I scared it 

And you don't know cut even blow know blow from blow up 

When your spot fell off I stayed up in the malls 

With fraud making sure we eat 

And making sure shit sweet started flipping your riches 

Got to big for your britches 

Stayed up in them titty bars with them sick bitches 

And your homeboys crackers got them singing like birds 

Told them boys where you serve 

And where you stashed your word 

Same niggaz you be rolling with that be skinning 

And grinning when you ain't home 

They be begging to get up in my denim 

It ain't my fault I got legs with bows in them 

A petite shit with a sweet clit 

And C cups to make you nut 

Cause you ain't never had a bitch like me 

Like O that can spit like me 

That can ass in a six like me 

Hold it down through your B.I.D 

Honestly you had the best of me but you a enemy 



[Hook-Betty Wright] 



[Jacki-O (Betty Wright)] 

I just gotta be strong on this one 

(you are the enemy) 

I don't think I'm going back this time 

(you are the enemy, you are the enemy) 

Just to much shit been said to much real shit been said 

(you are the enemy, you are the enemy) 

It's true I ain't gotta deal with this 



[Hook-Betty Wright]