Common:  Down da-down-da-down-down-down, what(x3)  Down-da-down, check it, check it  There was a Hardy boy mystery I was tryin to solve  Can't understand who the fuck was involved  Back from a show I had came, hopped off the plane  In my mind home was pictured and rest was the frame  My God came and grabbed in something less than a Caddy  Go buy them gas and food was less than a cabby  As we approach my tilt, paranoia in my bones had built  By the lock on the door, a hole was drilled  I opened it to the kitchen floor my heart nailed  In my shit, somebody had broke in like a mitt  My mind started swingin and who I thought the glove fit  As usual, niggaz is suspects  Who did I tell I was going out of town  Not too many people, I guess the word got around  The people upstairs should have been disturbed by the sound  Must have came during the day when at work, they was found  At the mount I stand folded than tie  Askin who done it  Fuck Hitchcock, I got the fifth cocked  About to go wild hunted  Whoever did it had the nerve to chill and get blunted  And left a roach in the ash tray, I had cleaned out the last day  Before I left, this thief decided to play chef  With the beef in the fridge to cook chicken breast  I'm kickin what shit was left all around the house  Thinkin whoever came in on me is out  chorus  It's a frantic situation  It's a frantic situation, yes it is  (What can I do?)  It's a frantic situation  It's a frantic situation, hear me now  (What can I do?)  It's a frantic situation  It's a frantic situation, yes it is  (What can I do?)  It's a frantic situation  It's a frantic situation, hear me y'all  (What can I do?)