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?)