...fuck you bitch. Psshh, it ain't all about you    Huh? I'm tryin' ta make shit happen (fuck you)...      Ayo, we fight everynight now that's not kosher   I reminisce the bliss before Esh Koshka, we was closer   Later on you was supposed ta be the one that I stayed with   But it seem that you play tricks   Everyday you're worse than the day before   Maybe you're actin' too immature; insecure   Plus I'm lookin' for the cure   Keep flippin' like you do, I'm lookin' at the door.      'bout ta get the fuck up outta here, word up.    I ain't playing. Fuck I look like, huh?    One of these bitch ass niggaz in the street, huh?    You dealing wit a nigga who say what he mean & mean what he say. When I say I'm lookin at the door, bitch I'm outta here, straight up & down.    Fuck I look like to you? I switch it...       And when you with ya friends    I slide to the side until the spotlight is mine   And always rep, guard sypher divine   When I did the knowledge of my wisdom   and came to a understanding that you underhanded & lame (psshh)   I should play some stuck-up-rapper role   And get foul everytime you lose control   But that's not my order of operation   Bustin' nuts in ya, startin our own population   But now you ain't actin' the way that you used to be   So I can't see you in my future   And I don't think that I could take it anymore   Ya'll know the rest...the four-four.      [hook]   If the lovin' ain't right   You're not home late at night   All we ever do is fight   There's a reason I should creep.   If the lovin' ain't good   And I never thought you could   Ever treat me like you should   That's a reason I should creep.      ...Fuck is the deal, huh? You know what I'm working with,    I got to tie my shit to my knee.    Fuck? My shit ain't good? What?    Fuck is you doing? Punk ass bitch.      My friends always tell me I'm luck to stay   Dipped with the flyest chick from the BK   But all the games you play make a nigga wanna stray   So every night to the most high, a nigga pray   That me & my shorty make it to another day   If not, fuck it Ruckus it wasn't meant to go that way   But, hey I can't front, it was good while it lasted   Until her ass did so old stupid hood rat shit   Some left-field shit that a nigga can't call   But all in all I had a ball   I guess it's better to have loved and to have lost   than to never have loved at all...      [hook]   If the lovin' ain't right   You're not home late at night   All we ever do is fight   There's a reason I should creep.   If the lovin' ain't good   And I never thought you could   Ever treat me like you should   That's a reason I should creep.      ...You's a fuckin' miserable bitch and that's my word is bond, you always want me around ya shit.    Misery love company, man but you know what?    I'm gettin' the fuck up on outta here, pap, eh? Fuck that I ain't gon' deal with that bullshit no more, huh.    'Bout ta make mad moves with my dawgs, man.    Fuckin' Heltah Skeltah. Me & Roc, knaw mean?   Muthafuck' my brotha Illanoise,    Plus I got muthafuckin Rusty Juxx. Knawmean?    Fuckin uh, Mike Stew', singing what he sing & do what he doin'      [hook]   If the lovin' ain't right   You're not home late at night   All we ever do is fight...   There's a reason I should creep.   If the lovin' ain't good   And I never thought you could   Ever treat me like you should   That's a reason I should creep.