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(Talking) 
Here's a story 
About a bitch 
About a bitch I once fucked wit 
Now I want ya'll to listen real close 
Shit's a trip 
Peep game 

Used to have a bitch that was true to life to me 
Damn near a wife to me 
The bitch was just right for me 
Stood by my side 
Used to help me wit my hustle 
Down to pack straps and a cap if we had a tustle 
I used to trust her wit my riches 
I be in the kitchen cookin chickens 
While she be washin dishes 
150,000 in the attic 
Pager blowin up all night, my bitch never gave a nigga static 
I used to make her mad enough to kill 
Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my bitch was real 
Cuz she never stole nothin 
Gaffled by the FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin 
But wait 
My bitch is gettin distant on me 
No more back rubs and kisses 
What's happenin wit my little misses 
Too sleepy for the sex play 
Now what's really going on the same shit the next day 
Damn I know she wouldn't fuck around 
Still I taps all my phones and records every fuckin sound 
Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin major 
I duplicates the cap code to her pager 
Now i recieves every beat 
Cuz I'll be damned if my bitch goin be playin me cheap 

(Chorus) 
Call it what you want but I gotta know 
If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go (Repeat 2x) 

Week and a half flies by and now I 
Can't trust my bitch doin shit 
Track her through the mall, the cleaners, and the nail shop 
The grocery store, and the health food spot 
Dub you trippin I say to myself 
'Is she all that? 
I'm on my bitch ass like I'm lo jack' 
Just hold that 
I don't really like when she be callin her best friend 
Pull up on the lot in a black Benz 
I could smell it homie 
It's goin down 
These bitches bout to flirt wit some niggas and clown 
Followed they ass to the Mo-Mo 
Oh no 
Damn this shit's for real 
Now just imagine how a nigga feal 
Cuz I been livin wit a hoe 
And worse than that a muthafucka didn't know 
She got's to go 
I hit the chronic cuz 
I'm on a mission 
I'm havin visions 
Of two dead bitches missin Christmas 
I can't take it no more 
I cocks my strap ?takes flight? 
And kick the fuckin hinges off the door 
I skimmed the room with the infared 
And finds my bitch and her best friend naked in the water bed 

(Chorus) 

Now I'm confused 
I puts my heat down 
Mouth open like a muthafucka takes a seat now (?we's now?) 
How long you been fuckin her? 
I ain't know yo ass was on cock 
Got me thinkin bout ? ? 
She said I trust her like you trust me 
If you trust we 
Then us three could be livin in harmony 
I get's to thinkin bout the pussy and the riches 
Fuck it I guess I got two down bitches 

(Chorus) 

(Talking) 
Ha yeah 
Tell ya about these little stank ass scrags 
Ain't shit 
I got two of em now 
Fuck em 
One for this braid right here 
One for this braid right here 
Gotta lick this middle one 
Fuck ya'll 
WC CJ Mac

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