Who y'all talkin to man?  Uhh  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, hahaha  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 fuck 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-oh  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, Versacci 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, say I don't smoke it on homegrown  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 Prater 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. 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 *laughing* 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 fuckit  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! Hahaha.  You wouldn't know that shit. Really though.) I threw all that  motherfuckin money up in the Prater knapsack. Two words, I'm gone!  (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!) Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got  some lye? [conversation fades out]