2nd II None

(Gangsta D:)
Hello hookers, ya trick tramp sluts
It's me Gangsta D that be tossin' it up
Tell 'em 2nd II None, 'cause the game is fun
Some thought it was over (well it just begun)
Now watch me clown and have these hoochie hoes spreadin' eagle
I mash on these hookers 'cause my game is lethal
Potent baby, 'cause I gots to have it
A end my friend, now pour more Henn' (yac)
Hookers relax as I do this here just like that
Why must the dogg chase the cat?
The is the procedure, we just us (mash that hoe)
Before I get it poppin' I let the bitch know
That I be the one they call Gangsta D
I'm still kickin' back in the CPT
Ain't no trick on this earth that can handle me
Because I've been a G since the age of 3
Now check it

(Chorus:)
Ain't no room for a straggler
Straggley want a crack at a macker, then pay a fee
Tryin' to act like it's all that
Trick please, I know you're down for some dirty work
Get on your knees

(Where my doggs at?) woof!
(Give it up now) woof!
(Let the real say) woof!
(C'mon nigga) woof!

(KK:)
Like I'm supposed to kick back and spit cap with these hypes
Hangin' out, actin' Hollywood, talkin' bout it's all good?
Put the real in it phony, don't trip like ya know me
The 2 will crack you down and have ya fallin' when around
Check the sound - we puttin' down on CD's and tapes
Each one, teach one and keep away the face, hey
Fuck what I make with your mental hate
And all that salt that you shake
Watch the young K break and get these hookers steppin'
Step back in the direction that they just came from
Nah baby, ain't no trickin' with the None, sorry mack
Stickin' these hoes up in packs
With so much code we sick 'em back

(Gangsta D:)
Crack a jack
Cause they all on a mission and they fightin' for position
Lookin' for commission from a hustler
But I wouldn't try to touch you with my fishin' pole
Now trick git, hit the stroll

(Chorus:)
Ain't no room for a straggler
Straggley want a crack at a macker, then pay a fee
Tryin' to act like it's all that
Trick please, I know you're down for some dirty work
Get on your knees

(Get down all my doggs) woof!
(All the players) woof!
(Let the real) woof!
(All the gangstas) woof!

(Gangsta D:)
If you ain't with this here then back it on up
I don't kill 'em soft, I make them hoes raise up
Tricks worse this year, got these hoes full blown
Steady grindin' these niggaz; point seen, money gone
There he go, in the club spendin' all the dubs
Got shook by a hook 'cause he broke code for love
Uh-oh, that's the way things go
I wouldn't mess around with funky cock hoes

(KK:)
Triple X, 900-976 number workin'
Tricky click, porno flick, college undercover wit yo' fine ass
I see you got some suckas on a mad dash for they cash
You still don't get a pass - I'm not your Cape Crusader
Blackman while you're Robin, hey
I can't save ya like them suckas
(What they do?) They bustin' checks for some sex
Blowin' currency away by the stacks
(Now what's next?)

(Chorus:)
Ain't no room for a straggler
Straggley want a crack at a macker, then pay a fee
Tryin' to act like it's all that
Trick please, I know you're down for some dirty work
Get on your knees

(Now all my doggs) woof!
(Where my riders at?) woof!
(Where my doggs at?) woof!
(Give it up now) woof!
(C'mon) woof!
(I can't hear you) woof!
(Say what, what what) woof!
(Say what, what what) woof!

(Gangsta D: talking)
Hell yeah, 2nd II None
Classic material for yo' ass
And for you stragglaz, you still don't get a pass
Yeah... that's how we doin' it over here
What you mean "what's a straggler?"
It's a hoodrat
Oh, you ain't a hoodrat?
What, you more like a lab rat?
You special?... Oh is that right?
Ah, fuck it

2-2-0

(Chorus)
Up in da club
(Where You chillin for the summer, homey?)
Up in da club
(Jump in the stretch, help me run it)
Up in da club
(Fly ladies from all the walls)
Up in da club
(With my beats I'm fadin all a y'all)
Up in da club
(Can a playa spend his double life)
Up in da club
(Before she shank me with a butter knife)
Up in da club
(Upper lover or lower life)
Up in da club
(Still the same when we go inside)

(Verse 1)
If You lookin for a man with a bulge in his pants
Who really ain't trippin about a one night stand
I'll be that dude that'll leave you wishin
Who's floatin in ya love pot, strictly fishin
See, baby, lookin cute with a bathing sute
Pants like all in the ass without the zoom
I'm gangsta, baby don't you know we keep the heaters hot
Summertime, when we grind bumpin on yo block
In the club smokin trees, drinkin hennessey
Crack a scarp to the fullest is my strap, G
Ain't no need for gangsta deeds
Now put ya drinks in the air and throw a toast to me
Cause I'm off the red eye flight
Flyin for the ladies in the tights
Tell me what you like
Fast or slow? In my car or on dubs?
A straight fuckin while we buckin, baby

(CHORUS)

(Verse 2)
Now can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key
I did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad
Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner
Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her
The type that claim they fly and fresh
Yappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat
Drinchin all on my head and my shirt
It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work
Crack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self
Nice at the summertime (Oh Yeah)
The tricks come to spend a lot
On these tricks off the knot
That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks
Damn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks
Talkin about how many freaks I got
That's why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot
It's either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot

(CHORUS)

(Verse 3)
Yeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama
In the six rebel
Big face, she wanna know how my hit tastes
Yeah, I remember these freaks by face
Or they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist
Most of y'all easin' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles
Lookin for a nigga to hustle
Shit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man
For all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas
Take shake the sound stand
Quik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand
Party from LA, Terrio to Japan
If you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands
If you in the hood with the leather'n'wood
Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do
Find me on the net, dot com the text
VISA, Mastercard, American Express

(Chorus Till Fade)

(Gangsta D)
So you want love?, I'ma take you to the club
and let you shake your groove thang, baby that's the cut
Body like an hourglass, steppin' out the S-Class
Smoke filled with the tinted and the music on blast
Get down... yo before it's too late
And all the real party people let me hear you say, "turn it up"
Let it bang, 'cause when we party yo it ain't no thang
Even haters ain't hatin' on this here, them niggaz gettin' beers
All the homies straight wet, hangin' off the chandelier
Three o'clock in the mornin', we ain't tired yet
That's how you do it when you fuckin' with them Compton vets
Full blown, and if her cock is gettin' hot then take her home
And when I hit it and I finish send her on
She ain't lovin' them niggaz that play Capone
Baby shake it, get your groove on

(Chorus: James DeBarge)
Keep the party poppin' everytime we bounce through it
Whatever you want... we can do it
I know you from the streets, but you ain't got to try to prove it
If that's what you want... we can do it

(AMG)
See most niggaz don't know, I keep 'em broker
If I catch her slippin' up, nigga I'ma choke her
I got a lil' Ike in me, the reallionaire
Can make your hoe stop and stare, do ya dare?
Niggaz think they cops, 'cause they handcuffin' hoes
The ones with the pretty toes
And if she wit it - don't stop, get it get it
Give me twenty minutes to split it - forget about it
Rats to the chickens, niggaz still trickin'
That's why she cheatin', and your dick you're beatin'
She love it when I rub it, in a Continental
And never knew I had the Presidential
Took her to the room, run to the boom-boom
With ocean view, showed 'em what I do
Baby it's a 304, 220 - freak party show... get your money hoe

(Chorus: James DeBarge)
Keep the party poppin' everytime we bounce through it
Whatever you want... we can do it
I know you from the streets, but you ain't got to try to prove it
If that's what you want... we can do it

(KK)
I need a shot of that brown liqour
I'm at the party man, the females hoo-bangin' harder than niggaz
Now get the picture (Polaroid), '99 (on the grind)
Take it to the limit - make it, shake it
But don't spend it all in one spot girl
What's up on the thigh, can I get it hot?, with moist in your twat
Let me put it down, and move it around
Locally and the world, to all the women and girls
shake that good thang God gave ya
I love ya too baby, but I ain't the one tryin' to save ya
Like the suckers that come to the party to straight trip
Spend they grip, talk shit, and get whipped
On the real like that, where the party still cracks
'til the one show out and turn the motherfucker out
Then it's on to the next house (what?)
Well if not - then it's on to the mo' so I can bust that thang out

(Chorus: James DeBarge)
Keep the party poppin' everytime we bounce through it
Whatever you want... we can do it
I know you from the streets, but you ain't got to try to prove it
If that's what you want... we can do it

(KK)
Now break me down if you can, but the black still gon' remain the same
I'll just be trippin' off of suckers while I do my thang
Yes, I gots to hustle up to stack my end
This do-or-die situation that I'm in I'm gon' win
Can't let no hoes in my business
If a hooker got game, she'll find a way to twist it
Havin' me - in a spot, and straight stabbin' me -
in the back, where the K can't see
I'ma be what I can dogg, that's all I can be
Whether I'm rappin' on these songs or bangin' up in them streets
Livin' day by day, and never by the minute
Too much shit goin' on for this nigga to be up in it
Crossed up, in the wrong place with the right color
And right takes at the wrong time
While I'm runnin' in this race, hot damn, what can I do?
I guess young black still keep ridin' true

(Chorus: Mausberg)
Now when you niggaz get to trippin'
and hopin' that we slippin' (gotta make 'em understand)
Break they backs now (gotta make 'em understand)
Cock me back now (gotta make 'em understand) - boo-ya
Now when you niggaz get to trippin' 'cause we stackin' our chips
Graduated from brown herb to the finest shit
(Gotta make 'em understand) - break they backs now
(Gotta make 'em understand) - pound-pound

(Gangsta D)
Gangsta D, sippin' Gin and Mystic
I'm 'bout to break off Captain-Save-A-Triznick
Cause niggaz like you I can't stand my man
Flossin' for a hoe, walkin' hand in hand
And talkin' to my bitch about me, nigga that ain't cool
You love to give a hoe good news
Fuckin' with my business got his name erased
Cause pimpin' was the reason and murder was the case
I gots to keep the 'P' in my pimpin' baby
And can't no funky cock hoe fade me
Bet a bitch pay me, 'cause I serves her well
She love to get butt naked at the motel
See we party to the plus in my neighborhood
Crack the hoes, hustle-hustle 'cause the game is good

(DJ Quik talking)
Oh, so we make crossover records now huh?
It's Compton city streets for life nigga, check your sources

(Chorus: Mausberg)
All you grip trippin' hoes, see your game exposed
You fuckin' with some pros and we stay on our toes
(Gotta make 'em understand) - cock me back now
(Gotta make 'em understand) - boo-ya
You see them hoes think we slippin' 'cause we lettin' 'em kick it
But they ain't knowin' once I finish, the homie 'bout to hit it
(Gotta make 'em understand) - break they backs now
(Gotta make 'em understand) - pound-pound

(Mausberg)
Now I be dippin' down the block puffin' a pimp
Marinatin', never jumpin' out of character for a bitch
You want her? - you can have her, 'cause I ain't 'bout that bullshit
One less hoe callin' my house, blowin' up my hip
That's real shit, take the game and soak it
Fuckin' lowlife bitch that's only happy when she loaded
Havin' yac attacks, fiendin' for grub from T.G.I.'
But comin' at The Realest babay, you'll get the bye-bye
Cause I'm too solid to let a hoe infiltrate
A nigga like me don't believe in hard breaks
I'm from Compton, all my doggs known for stompin'
Checkin' you haters before you start sayin' somethin'
The 220 in effect with Mausberg
We be doin' shit that most real niggaz only heard
I'll go about from the East to the South
We be spittin' game, that we know it, no doubt

(Chorus: Mausberg)
All you grip trippin' hoes, see your game exposed
You fuckin' with some pros and we stay on our toes
(Gotta make 'em understand) - cock me back now
(Gotta make 'em understand) - boo-ya
You see them hoes think we slippin' 'cause we lettin' 'em kick it
But they ain't knowin' once I finish, the homie 'bout to hit it
(Gotta make 'em understand) - break they backs now
(Gotta make 'em understand) - pound-pound

(Chorus:)
Oh, party... talkin' 'bout a party
Nothin' but a party... talkin' 'bout a party
All my party (people), in the party
Talkin 'bout a party... how you like to party?

(KK:)
I like the parties that you hear about, and you wanna touch
The party where you play our shit - speaker busts
And ain't no rushin' the hoes man, they there to be chose
From entertainers, ballplayers - my niggaz are pro
Head to toe, girl you lookin' good to me
Can I get some of your time without payin' a fee?
(I'm 'bout the benjamins) Nah, you just a rat 'bout that cheese
With that root of all evil disease
I'm never on my knees simpin' to ya (nah nah baby)
But you could be my private dancer, and let me do ya
Let your man school you on the facts
Then crack them backs to KK when I lay down pipe out yo' back right
Now anything goes, gettin' swept off your toes by 2nd II None
Gettin' the job done on the one (one)
Now is that real to you? (It's real to me baby)
That's cool, now can we start a little party baby?

(Chorus:)
Oh, party... talkin' 'bout a party
Nothin' but a party... talkin' 'bout a party
All my party (people), in the party
Nothin' but a party... how you like to party?

(Gangsta D:)
Don't stop - just let your coochie pop
When you sweat it out baby meet me at the Marriott
I'll leave the shower runnin', I'm hopin' that you're comin'
Cause tonight me and you can be funnin'
I know you like the 'what', 'cause you get deep
Oh you's a daddys girl, but you're still a freak
Now I can see it in your eyes
You gon' let me work it and slip it between your thighs
Me stabbin' your pussy completin' the homicide
Why are those guys so freakin' fly?
Well you can be too if ya only try
Throw your hands up, let me see ya touch the sky
Tonight's the night
My nigga Hamm comin' through with a whole gang of brew
And his game on tight plus he rhymin' too
You can't beat that, Rob Bacon got the sack
And all you stragglaz - let me show you where the pussy at

(Chorus:)
Oh, party... talkin' 'bout a party
Nothin' but a party... talkin' 'bout a party
All my party (people), in the party
Nothin' but a party... how you like to party?

(Playa Hamm:)
To be a mack or not be a mack (ain't no question)
And if you needin' some business, we got more than suggestions
Me and my niggaz keepin' somethin' for you to do
So uh, respecognize when we rendezvous
Whether the party over here, the party over there
Rule number one is the game ain't fair
So don't be cryin' when you get caught lyin' bout your statements
And ain't nothin' tricky 'cause these tricks can't fade us, yeah
We be trippin' all around the globe
And all you needin' is your toothbrush baby (and your bathrobe)
You wanna get at me? you knowin' how I play
And make all mine payable to be parlay
We the type of players makin' Save-Em's sick
Spreadin' velveeta throughout my click
Now, everybody smoke ('cause the price like that)
And everybody freaks ('cause the ice like that)
See, if I ain't gettin' payed a plus four on the guest list
I ain't at the party and I ain't givin' a fuck 'cause I -
can't miss what I - never had
And I'll be way too busy doin' good to do bad
So all I'm wantin' with my meal (extra cheese)
And all I'm needin' with my nani (is extra strong needs)
So please, it be's a pleasure when it's business, you know
And it's all about the pleasure when the 'P' flow
Ya hear me?

(Chorus x3:)
Oh, party... talkin' 'bout a party
Nothin' but a party... talkin' 'bout a party
All my party (people), in the party
Nothin' but a party... how you like to party?

tell me where you from
can a brother come?
shes just glowing like the moon
hot like the sun
18 years young all up in my square
never thought that love could touch a young player
caught baby strollin
during that time i was ballin, rolling
having everything money foldin
women at the dozens, it never meant nothing
then you came along showed me spiritual loving
and we became one then you gave me two
no more stress for me cause im high on you
some dont have a clue on how well we do
i hope you feeling me baby
cause im truely feeling you
smooth like ?
fly, believe me
when the dogg came out you still didnt leave me
together you and I thru life we gonna win
cause i looked to your side and found a friend

(James DeBarge) (Chorus)
Your my princess growing stronger
and i love to do the things that make you smile
your my princess growing stronger and i want to see that i hold you for a while
(your my everything)

Listen lovechild you aint gotta do those things
that you continue to do
just trying to get my attention
to get me close to you
now i could tell just aswell as you can (love you)
i just wanna feel the touch
of your love in my hands
im exceriseing my plan
letting my thoughts expand to the pyshical
a little bit but not too much
but just enough to where the blood starts to rush
tingling hot now when theres so little words
im just trying to pick that lock
to reveal your mystreys
from your past centurys to now
true love and heart give and take a bow from
mothers, wives, daughters lovers and others
its hard to show these days how you really love us
brothers treat em like dirt they respond with hurt
showing you care and love em
brings the coming of a women
(Chorus)

(KK)
I'll say what's up, KK's down for the rushin'
Niggaz who are full of shit I think I should flush 'em
They from the other side, I know I couldn't trust 'em
So I cocked the gat... and said fuck 'em
Yo I'm my own man, a down strong man
I ain't fadin'? (shit..), you got it wrong man
What's up fool, we can toss or let's get 'em up
Toe to toe - so nigga, what's up?

(Gangsta D)
The Dee love the daily average hoe
I was known to the bitches as havin' about four or more
A young nigga that was down for the title
The block gang was my rival
I remember bitches and bitches and niggaz and niggaz
and hoes and hoes, and all the good times at Centenial
And all the niggaz that support the cut... y'all motherfuckers stay up...

Tha D:
Hello Bitches, trick tramp sluts, it's the Mutha-fuckin' D here to work yo' big butts
Got hoes on my back seat, niggaz on my nutts
Cock blockin' ass niggas tryin' to stall when they know I'm tryin' to fuck
Alright fool, get yo' clown on, you better check yo'girl fo' I take the bitch home
And do a couple things she never done before
Like sitting on the dick and suck the cock herself
Hoes like you and you, ya gets nothing, bitch, but the honor to come and suck a dog's dick
Saying I'm cold when it comes to the ladies, I just can't let a little punk bitch fade me
Niggaz can't fuck wit' the program, that's why they always wanna see me come and get down
(ay ay yo' man, how you do that man, what you do)
Fuck yo' bitch and let her run through my crew
Cause anything goes, when it comes to yo' hoes, so get yo' fine ass bitch back
Cuz the dick'll be quick to get yo' girl sprung
And don't even have to lick the bitch pearl tongue
Cuffing that nigga, that'll get yo' little coochie, you little nothing ass funky ass hoochie
Fuckin' wit' a true'll get you dropped everytime... so back up off my line
Cause I'm ....

Chorus:
More than a player, I'm more like a pimp
I'm more than a Player, I'm more like a pimp
(Baby, Cause I'm a macaroni)

KK:
KK is a nut, got all the hoes that I wanted to fuck
Now they keep fiendin' the dick like a duck and I fuck all simpin' ass hoes who don't let me rip
Now take a trip wit' a young ass player, bitches tryin' to come out, even niggas trippin'
See them run they ass out and buy my shit, cause they on my dick
Said my tape wasn't hittin' but yo' punk ass bought it
Bangin' on my tape or maybe even Quik's, Hi-C, AMG, or the Penthouse Clique
It really don't matter cause niggas still statter, on top of that thang
WE ALL GETTIN' PAID
So a ugly ass hooker hit the corner then I shook her, I would've macked her but she looked like a booger, yo'
Can't fuck wit' a duck, might as well press my luck wit' a monkey if the coochie ain't funky
Went to the Mo' with a cute little hoe, I donly took her there cause the girl told me so
Took a drink, fell out weak, broke out with the bulls()the little hoe got bent
*****Booze and a anigga made a creep, I finished up my drink and washed my dick in the sink, uh
Move kinda slow on my way out the do' I met left the girl at the Mo'
I gotta go, gotta gooooo
Chorus:
Cause I'm, more than a player, I'm more like a pimp
I'm more than a Player, I'm more like a pimp
(Pimpi' leading MCs)
Tha D:
Gone and get yo' little roll on, raise up the window get the bud going on
KK:
Yea, hit it kinda strong blaze it up, toss the E&J in the cup, swing another hit just to make sure you'r fucked up...to the point
Ay nigga don't make me () that joint
(Pass that mutha-fucka)
Check game control on the nigga hoe-stroll, Ay yo' D
(What up?) Let it roll
Tha D:
Yea, to the bitches that's standing on side of me cuase I refuse to let a punk bitch ride me
Gotta stay strong in the mind like a trojan, cause they can't stand to see a young nigga rollin'
I'm only 19, I gotta kind of good, I learned to play bitches by hangin' in the hood
And niggas try to fade the shit, stay down trick
Ya see me watch a brotha check a major grip casue I'm....
Chorus:
More than player, I'm more like a pimp
I'm more than a player, I'm more like a pimp
I'm more than a player, I'm more like a pimp
(Baby, niggas, Cause I'm a macaroni)

If you want it then I've got it
If you need it, baby, I'll feed it
If you love it, come and rub it
'Cause there's something
I should let you know, oh

You got a brother like me the gangster D
I got a nice piece of meat that'll fit you to the tee
So come with me and I'll let you see
Soon as you pull down your panties and

Don't forget about Jay, just want me a fresh hoe
If you wanna trip let me know
Ain't got no time for no hoochie games
Just jump out the pipes, don't feel no shame

I love me some hoe's, you know I got these young girls
Aiming for this fishing pole
When I stick it to you, girl, you'll be happy
I'm gonna work it to a sweat, fly you a nappy

That look good, so good and so tight
Come on, girl, let me rip the mic
'Cause if you do I think I just might
You know

If you want it then I've got it
If you need it, baby, I'll feed it
If you love it, come and rub it
'Cause there's something
I should let you know, oh

It ain't the length or the width, it's the way I work it
And like he said, girl, I'm-a jerk, jerk, jerk it
Make you good 'til you curl up your toes
Knock the rollers out your hair 'til they fall on the floor

I was built for war not peace and what I mean by war
It means tearing some sheets
And some spreads in the bed
I'll knock your headboards until you clearing stuff out

I'll make you flip, have a fit
While I make you moan and kick
Lookie here, trick, now I'm holding JYB
But you don't need teeth, all you need is strong knees

Come on, lay down
Your butt is nice and round
Now don't interrupt
Because it's time to

If you want it then I've got it
If you need it, baby, I'll feed it
If you love it, come and rub it
'Cause there's something
I should let you know, oh

It ain't nothing but meat on a bone
You can stroke it or choke it or leave it alone
Ain't nothing wrong with group sessions
Yeah, baby, you know, sexing

Just the daily average routine
Step up, baby and get tag teamed
Young hoochies, we love coochie
If we want it, let us up on it

If you want it then I've got it
If you need it, baby, I'll feed it
If you love it, come and rub it
'Cause there's something
I should let you know

If you want it then I've got it
If you need it, baby, I'll feed it
If you love it, come and rub it
'Cause there's something
I should let you know

If you want it then I've got it
If you need it, baby, I'll feed it
If you love it, come and rub it
'Cause there's something
I should let you know
If you want it

Let's take a trip on
The other side of the land
With things ain't planned
For the average man

You could be a young brother
Who's rolling
And be so good
That you hold him

Big brain, top brain
Mister Two-co who got
All the hoes

Pushing hard
To keep from being bound
'Cause there's always somebody
Trying to bring you down

Try to run a scheme
On what you got
'Cause what you got
Them niggas jot

Women love it
And brothers hate it
They just can't stand
To see you make it

A girl can be
Your main downfall
She don't take half
The hoe takes all

Now check to see
How your cards are dealt
And stay true to yourself

Keep cool, little girl
You got what you deserve
Don't copycat when
A rich hoe's splurge

'Cause you know
You might break yourself
Trying to keep up
With somebody else

Waiting for the mailman
To bring you a check
Money all gone
Now you're a wreck

Taking your friends out
For a big feast
You wanna treat and
You don't even eat

Looking all stupid
With a messed up grin
Trying to be nice
So you can fit in

Couldn't get your hair done
Now you're unhappy
'Cause your head all nappy

And it's a shame
You ain't got no money
Girl, that shit ain't funny

No friends to cope
You're dope
Should been true to yourself

Mom always told me
There'd be days like this
On top of all of this bullshit

Never, ever let
A young girl make you
Let alone, a hoe break you

Being strong in the mind
Will make you a true
And make you jack no money
Make them jack you

Yo, K, come express how you feel
Show 'em how to be real

True, open your eyes and look
The best friend might be the crook
You solved the case but you
Still winded up saying nothing

Yet, that's your best friend
Till the end
Now he in trouble
Where's the friend

He left with a hoe
And you're stuck
Outta luck, nobody else helps
You should been true to yourself

Yeah, this shit goes out
To all them people
Ain't true to theyself

Running up behind somebody else
Following in they shadow
Get on your own shit, fools
Stay out the next man nuts

We out