Yo
Nahmsayin′?
Pussy bring you in this, motherfucker
Yeah, she'll take you out too, kid
Check this shit out
A rainy day, laid up, thinkin′
Sittin', gettin' bent
Watchin′ old seventy flicks
Minds on the slouch, back on the couch
Heard the phone ring
It was a shorty from Uptown I met back day
Long time no hear from
No doubt, long time no see
"I heard you had a seed, a baby girl and now she′s three?"
What's up with that cat
She know who - your baby pops?
Slung rocks up top, then heard he got knocked
"He home?"
"Fuck that nigga, I′m on my own"
"Matter fact, got my own crib"
"Plus, I'm all alone"
"Word?"
The bitch is bad, chill son, she got me tempted
Reminiscing the fatty
Jumped in the ride I rented
Rest Tims, mecca dice, well presented
Sippin′ E&J straight, was bent when I entered
Gave her a hug, stared her straight into her mug
See, ain't seen the bitch since back then and that was bug
Turned the VCR on, "Friday", my favorite flick
Offer me a drink, Alizé, I take a sip
Got into convo, "How you been over the years?"
"Neglected, stressed out and living in fear"
"What you mean? I thought you left that cat?" Which was true
"I′m not talkin' about him, another dude
Been with him for a year and had a baby by him
Matter fact, you saw him downstairs, you walked by him"
Now I'm thinking setup
Could it be? Or maybe not
She said, "Don′t sweat it, he don′t got the top lock"
Tried to play it cool
But in my head, shorty's wildin′
Using me to get the next nigga jealous, called up the fellas
Ty Nitty line was busy, so I beeped Gotti
Gotti was with Trip and two other grimees, The Twinz
"Let me begin, then explain
I'm at this bitch crib and I think, she got me framed
Stuck without a gat, not prepared for combat"
Gave the address, told my son, "There′s more cats"
Be there in a second, big gats, no half steppin'
They flippin′ on me, talkin' 'bout "I never learn my lesson"
I laughed an additional, hit them with the math
Hung up the jack while shorty soaked in the bath
Played the living room, dozed off for a second
When I woke up, shorty was standing ass-naked
Make moves, all this bullshit
Pussy better be good
Stepped to the room, threw off my Champion hood
Slow motion all along, bent off the potion
Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open, it was over
Laid up in the cut, I heard a thump
Jumped up, threw on my boxers
"Yo, what the fuck?" All of a sudden
I saw this black motherfucker with this big-ass gat
And two other motherfuckers
Black masks, clutching duct tape - no escape
Tied me up, smacked me all in my face
Shorty wasn′t even screamin′
Looked up, saw 'em schemin′
"Yeah, yeah, we got this nigga now, we got this"
(All bloodied up, shook the fuck up)
(Held for ransom, they yelled "Got the bones")
(Smiled and started dancin')
The phone rung, it was my son′s
Let him know they had me hostage
Threw me on the phone, said
"Son, don't worry, yo, we got this"
Regardless of the outcome, all this bullshit
Take a nigga word - don′t never go see a bitch, word?
Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita
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