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