[master p]   You know what?    This ghetto got me so crazy   My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death   Ain't this fucked up   Big ed, tell a story of the streets      [big ed]   My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasnt he strapped   Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black   Ahh dats it, they called his momma   Told her, no joke, we got your son, she updated me on da drama   Her voice trembled, she was hysterical   The bounty was a hundred g's   For her to ante up, it would take a miracle   Shes very spiritual   She got on her knees and prayed to God that I would help her yo   We'll get em back, I do anything to help my dawg   Try to relax, I hit you back, let me make some calls   For situations like this,   I keep a safe full of money with 100 round clips   I told my lady, get the cash and the mags   No questions asked we filled it up in a duffle bag   I through in my camoflauge fatiques   My a-r, a hand grenade, and an ounce of weed   Head out the front, put the bag in the truck right next to the m-1   And the pistol grip pump   Hit ma dawgs on the celly mercenary group of killers   We're methodical niggas with infered triggers   Put the lexus in reverse, and let's roll double 0   Limo tint big body black four do'   Meet v-90 at the diner with burt bought my bad ass hoe china   Who smoke this dope out her vagina   Chocolate, jet black hair , slanted eyes you shoulda seen her   Bad ass body look, flexible like a ballarina   Seated at a booth, three niggas with broad and bullet proofs   Met for combat, made more calls, met up the troop   I told em jay got snatched   The dowen boys got connects on silencers for gats   Bring me four, meet me by jay mom's crib   I'll be there in ten, it's time to get it how we live   When I got there she said that the jackers know about me   That I got cheese with the miller boys at the calliope   Now they want two fifty, it's cool though   It's time to act a fool though, heard a knock at the front door   Reach up my shirt and put the gat to the peep hole   (who is it? ) it's my nigga boz, open up the door   And red nigga, these niggas down to kill nigga   But hold up, the plot gets thicker   He said, jay's a trick ass nigga, nobody snatched the nigga   He's plottin on me, tryin to get richer   He's hiding at the motel six, room two twenty   How many hoes in this world, man nigga plenty   Boz got this hoe named wendy, stripper slash dancer   Red met her at chocolate sixty in atlanta   She got a twin sister candy, boz hooked candy to jay   Jay fell in love with the hoe and got a baby on the way   But he's broke and busted, down and out disgusted   Scheming on me, him and candy discussed it   Candy told wendy, and wendy told red   Red told me my nigga jay wants me dead   Not my nigga, but I gotta investigate   We drove to the motel six, seen his car, checked the liscense plate   (yeah that's him) see what happens when you try to pack fair   Peeped in the window, seen jay gettin rolled in the chair   That's that hoe candy, workin it backwards   Lookin at her titties got my dick hard like she's a private dancer   Kicked the door down, his pants down, my gat in his face   Pushed the hoe off the nigga and shot his dick off his waist   And that naked hoe candy pussy is wide open   Jay can't believe she betrayed him, his eyes is wide open   Jay tell me why nigga, before you die nigga   I would have gave you some money, didn't have to lie nigga   But I can't kill ya cause a nigga love you too much   So v-90 shoot him in his head and throw him in his own trunk   Watch your click (watch your click)   Cause niggas switch when you get rich   That tek and ski mask cause life's a bitch