[Miilkbone]

D-d-ding dong, followed by these thunderous knocks

I put the cash in the drawer and put the blunts in a box

Hid the pots turnin coke into rocks under my dresser

Sprayed the air freshener, weed scent's lesser

And then I heard a voice, it's Mike bustin my locks

Runnin and gunnin from cops - I traded a hundred of shots

So what the fuck you bring 'em here for?  You never got caught

- My car wouldn't steer no more, this bitch stopped short

So what you do? - I'll tell you later

Tell me now - I'll tell you later

Tell me now! - C'mon dawg, put me on this elevator

I lit the fat one, why yawn at four in the mornin

Freestyled, watched videos, and now it's gettin borin

He passed out on my bed, his neck's on the tilt

Put the pillow on his face and I covered him with a quilt

I slept for like a hour, woke up took a shower

I never sleep long when my peoples under power

Grabbed the phone to let my girl know I might be comin late

And tell her 'bout Mike so she don't think I had a date

What the fuck, phone dead, I left my cell in the car

I got dressed, top gear, you can tell I'm a star

Mike's already gone he left me a letter, like I'm a lover

I'm more like his brother, it's a "Dear Motherfucker"

- When you asked me last night what happened I didn't tell you

- Look at your front door and see the package that I mailed you

The next couple lines were covered with blood

Couldn't really tell what they said but I knew somethin was up

I checked for my stash, I knew he took that

Took gats, grabbed my nine, and never looked back

Ran to my door, saw bloody hands on the floor

Picked the letter up again, I knew there had to be more

Told me - Everything you do comes back and comes worse

Said - I knew about you and my wife and that hurts

So what you do? - I did yo' wife, did her life

- And you act like Rambo, so I did it wit your knife

- I'm in the park, one o'clock, wanna talk?  Meet me there

- Don't cry, here's some of girl's greasy hair

Dropped the letter, kicked the hand from the door, wipin my tears

I'm hoppin inside of my ride, fightin my fears

Another note is taped to the wheel of my whip

It said - You used to be my dawg and this is realer than shit

And now I'm back out my driveway and head to my wife's

Imagine all the times that she probably begged for her life

Now I press the gas harder then I ride to the house

She ain't home, grab the glock that I'ma slide in his mouth

Back on the road, beepin and she ain't callin back

And now I'm gettin scared cause she ain't callin back

Forget she's tied down, maybe she tied up

That was a fake hand, thought about an L to fire up

Back in my crib, the hand and all the letters are gone

The rug's kinda wet, what the hell am I steppin on?

The smell's funny, must be somethin leakin, out the window I'm peekin

I see cop cars speedin up, screechin

They kick in the door, threw me down to the floor

Under my bed I see my baby girl chopped up in 4's

The cat framed me, the cops blamed me

What goes around comes around bay-bay