Who y'all talkin' to man?   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   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, Insta-ma-tak   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 fuckin' 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-O   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, Versace 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, sayin', "I'm smokin' on home ground"   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 Prada 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   [Incomprehensible]   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 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 fuck it, 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)   (You wouldn't know that shit, really though)   (I threw all that motherfuckin' money up in the Prada knapsack)   Two words, I'm gone   (No doubt, no doubt, no doubt)   Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got some lye?   [Incomprehensible]