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Yeah she'll you out too kid

A rainy day laid up thinkin' sitting gettin'
Watchin' old seventy flicks minds on the
Back on the couch heard the phone
It was a from uptown I met back day

Long time no hear no doubt long time no see
I you had a seed a baby girl and now she 3
Whats up wit that cat, you know who your baby
rocks up top then heard he got knocked

He home, dat nigga I'm on my own
fact got my own crib plus I'm all alone
Word? The bitch is bad, son she got me tempted
Reminiscing the fatty Jumped in the ride I rented rest

Mecca dice well presented sippin' E and J
Was when I entered gave her a hug
Steered her into her mug
She shes a bitch back then and now it's bugged

Turned the VCR on Friday, my favorite
Offer me a drink I take a sip
Got into convo, How you been the years?
Neglected, stressed out, and in fear

Whatchu mean? I thought you that cat which was true
I'm not about him another dude
wit him for a year and had a baby by him, word?
Matter fact you saw him, downstairs you by him

Now I'm thinkin setup could it be or not
She don't sweat it he don't got the top lock
to play it cool. But in my head shorties wildin'
Using me to get the next nigga jealous up the fellas

Ty line was busy so I beeped Gotti, Gotti was
With Trip and two grimes, The Twinz
Let me begin then
I'm at this bitch crib and I she got me framed

Stuck without a gat, not for combat
Gave the address, my son there's more cats
Be here in a second, big gats no half
They on me talkin' 'bout I never learn my lesson

I laugh in additional hit 'em with the
Hung up the jack, while shorty soaked in the
Played the living room, off for a second
When I woke up shorty was standing ass

Make all this bullshit pussy betta be good
Step to da room, threw off my champion
Slow motion, all arm bent off the
Shorty went down and had a wide open

It was over Laid up in the cut, I heard a
Jumped up on my boxers, yo, What the fuck?
All of a sudden, I saw black motherfucker
With this big ass gat and two motherfuckers

Black masks, clutching duct no escape
Tied me up, smacked me all in my
Shorty wasn't screamin', looked up saw 'em schemin'
Yeah, yeah, we got this nigga yeah yo we got this

All bloodied up, the fuck up
Held for ransom they yelled got da bonus smiled and started
The phone rung it was my sons, let them know had me hostage
worry yo we got this regardless of the outcome
All bullshit take a nigga word don't never go see a bitch, word