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    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*

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