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 Prada 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*