I want to know who you are but you still look very nice   So will you talk to me?   Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat?   They think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel      See, it started off as just a simple conversation I gave her   The name of my record company   (Oh you're a Sanger)   I said my name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap entertainer      Oh you that guy they talking 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha   Bring your name up when they talking and say money will change ya   I heard a lot about how you can't deal with your anger   Heard the rumors how you're always in trouble or danger   Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no need to explain sir   You do have a right to be, you seem like you're nice to me   And like you're gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?      I tell the boy the same Hennessey on ice for me   Her drink starts emptying as she's pouring out her life to me   Telling me about her goals and how successful she would like to be   And invite me to a session of her life   And she seems so damn innocent but something isn't right to me   She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you like to see?"      I'm thinking she gotta be friendly as hell   Giving a soul to me, it's like an identity sell   We never met is the story that my memory tells   Telling me tales like she doesn't handle Hennessey well      Getting into it, getting intimate and into details   See, I just met you and you showing me your kids   Who said I had any kids? I didn't bring up no kids   Then who's in this picture? Man, let you show you just who it is      I want to know who you are but you still look very nice   So will you talk to me?   Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat?   They think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel      Umm, I don't remember her name but she look like an angel   She wasn't from here, I knew she didn't hang a   Round a part of the hood but hey the story gets stranger   'Cause this stranger was stranger than I could explain you see      She said she wasn't married but the rings on her finger   Told me she was langin' and using the same uh   Game I use on women so I couldn't even blame her   Spitting the game I spit to 'em when I'm trying to bang her      I bump into this dime, he told me that he used to know you   He told me about the loyalty and love he used to show you   He said what he said with a passion like it was so true   Wouldn't take advantage of the fact   That the listeners didn't really know you      There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll show you   She digs in her purse and while she fumbles around   I find that photo, I'm like, "Oh no there's some trouble in town"   I turn around as these two officers is coming in now      They walk in real suspicious and come and sit down   So close, I can see they barrels of the guns to the ground   So close that they can listen to either of us now   We turn back around and she says no need for whispering   Then she tells me that      I don't really give a damn whose listening   Try to make it last a long time was my mission   And he kept on tripping and then I got pissed at him   Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were never missing him      I want to know who you are but you still look very nice   So will you talk to me?   Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat?   They think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel      Okay, let's get this straight, your man cheated on you and now   You talking to a perfect stranger like it's making you proud   And the rest of this conversation she just telling me how   It wasn't her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile   She said      Pictures can be deceiving like she knew he was foul   Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses a smile's power   Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't stand it another hour   So she did what she did then she went to go take a shower      Damn what do you mean?   (Couldn't tell you that I missin' him)   I don't understand what you're saying, how did you get rid of him?   She dissing him, as I ask her what it is she did to him      She stops, ay keep talkin' I'm listening   (I don't wanna tell about the images I'm picturing)   Henny spilling then she tell me   (For real and I got the feeling of what I'm feeling   Is that I wanted to kill him)      Something's wrong here and I know just who is the villain   The poison's getting louder, the moral is getting clearer   The officers is looking at us and I can tell they can hear her, told me   (It was protection, reached for it in the stash)      The plastic is what she grabbed and she put it right on his ass   Bust it before the blast, she thought she was free at least   Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm pressing for time   I gotta go grind, time's putting to resting   Now I'm sweating and stressing, this girl's got me guessing      That this conversation is two types of evil confession   And she pulls a clearer picture, it's my damn ex-best friend   How you know him? She told me she was with him at his house   Watching movies on Sundays when they be chilling      And that's exactly the day that the hospital came to get him   The feeling was the worst feeling that she could possibly be feeling   Stood up and then I yelled out, "Why in the hell did you kill him?"   I didn't kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy