Tuesday night, I was laid up in the bed
Tired as hell, I`m hearing voices in my head
Heard some knocks, grabbed my tone, ran to the doe (door)
Screamed, Who is it?, but i ain`t hear that shit no mo`
Cocked my nine
I went to peekin` out the blinds
Thought it was fine
But at a unexpected time
The doe (door) flew in, I got a two-story home
Seen `em comin` wit they face masks on
Bust the choppers, down the stairs, they hit the cut
Two of them got away, but the other two got stuck
Hit `em again
One in the neck, one in the chin
Then called the Law and said I did they ass in
Hook:
OK, you wanna play
You say you know where I stay?
Well, come today
Bring yo bad ass on, I`m waitin on ya
I got a K wit a motherfuckin` shank on it
You bitch you
OK, you wanna play
You say you know where I stay?
Well, come today
Bring yo bad ass on, I`m waitin on ya
I got a K wit a motherfuckin` shank on it
You bitch you
Say whodie, you won`t believe what happened to me
A nigga all in my spot, and he askin` for me
See I wouldn`t at the spot, but my broad was there
When she hit me on the phone, it`s niggas in there
They knocked me off for a bird and my platinum chain
Them niggas from round there, they just doin` they thang
I respect the game
But they got to respect it, I aint no hoe ass nigga
I`m gone take car my business
Next day, broad-daylight, rode the track
The first nigga looked suspicious had to get in the back
(Talking)
Bitch, we ain`t straight no mo`
Hoe we used to have fun, we don`t play no mo`
Them niggas that you run wit, they kicked in my doe
So I`m gone shoot you in yo face if you don`t cough up that dope, bitch
Hook
This situation is a cold thang
I got to explain
Cause nigga this a cold game
I was keeping my pounds at a spot in Raleigh
But I was moving them thangs, like they was hot tamales
Well, hot tamales, I played the cards I was dealt
Because I knew befo` long that they`ll hang they self
I ain`t no fool
Nigga that`s why I play it cool
I know the shit you will and won`t try to do
But what you came in wit, that`s what you left wit (AHH HAA)
Because I`m three steps ahead, it`s like you brainless
I been fuckin` wit money, I been having birds
I disassociated my self from bad nerves
Cause once you under pressure, you`ll bust trick
And you the type of nigga that I can`t trust bitch
And the nigga that went, you just a send-out
I tried to kill yo hoe ass, but you went out, the window, bitch
Hook
