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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?