Who y'all talkin to man?
Uhh
Check it out, check it out

This here goes out
to all the ^!$$%z that be $#&@in mad (*##$es
in other ^!$$%z cribs

thinkin %#@! is sweet
^!$$% creep up on your $$#, hahaha
Live ^!$$%z respect it, check it


I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my mother$#&@in hoes for ya

^!$$%z think Frankie #~!!@ whipped, ^!$$% picture that
With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat

Sweetness, where you parked at?
Petiteness but that $$# fat
She got a body make a ^!$$% wanna eat that, I'm $#&@ witchu

The (*##$ official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio
Yo, the (*##$ 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 $#&@ around and steal, huh?

Then we all get laced
Television's, Versacci heaven, when I'm up in em
The %#@! she kicked, all the %#@!'s legit

She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
^!$$% tricked ridiculous, the %#@! was plush
She's stressin me to $#&@, like she was in a rush

We $#&@ed in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his $$# 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 (*##$ you better talk to him

Before this fist put a spark to him
$#&@ around %#@! 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 @@#!s 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 (*##$ gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope

Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the (*##$ up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, ^!$$% comin off some love potion %#@!

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 $$#, please!"

^!$$% pullin mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my ^!$$%z on the cell

Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh...

Yo man, y'all ^!$$%z ain't gonna believe what the $#&@ happened to me.

Remember that (*##$ I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in
this (*##$ playa this (*##$ $#&@in run them ol mink $$# ^!$$%z and %#@!,
I'm up in the spot though. One of them six-five ^!$$%z, I don't know.

Anyway I'm up in the mother$#&@in spot, so boom I'm up in the #~!!@,
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 ^!$$%
comes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps, the (*##$ all shook she

sends the ^!$$% back downstairs to get some drinks and %#@!. She gettin
mad nervous, I said $#&@ that man! I'm the ^!$$%, you know how we do it
^!$$%, ransom note style put the scarf around my mother$#&@in face,
gagged that (*##$ up, played the kizzack. Soon this ^!$$% comes up in
the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass. Looked like

the ^!$$% pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother! Ahh $#&@it
this ^!$$% runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin me
mad papers, mad papers. (I told you that (*##$ was a shiesty (*##$ cuz!
Word to mother I used to $#&@ her cousin but you ain't know that! Hahaha.
You wouldn't know that %#@!. Really though.) I threw all that

mother$#&@in money up in the Prater knapsack. Two words, I'm gone!
(No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!) Yo ^!$$% got some lye, y'all got
some lye? [conversation fades out]