Call It What You Want

(Talking)

Here's a story

About a *****

About a *****

I once ****ed wit

Now I want ya'll to listen real close

****'s a trip

Peep game

Used to have a ***** that was true to life to me

Damn near a wife to me

The ***** 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 ***** never gave a ***** static

I used to make her mad enough to kill

Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my ***** was real

Cuz she never stole nothin

Gaffled by the

FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin

But wait My ***** is gettin distant on me

No more back rubs and kisses

What's happenin wit my little misses

Too sleepy for the *** play

Now what's really going on the same **** the next day

Damn I know she wouldn't **** around

Still I taps all my phones and records every ****in 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 ***** goin be playin me cheap (Chorus)

Call it what you want but

I gotta know

If my ***** ****s around then my ***** gots to go (Repeat 2x)

Week and a half flies by and now

I Can't trust my ***** doin ****

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 ***** 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 *****es bout to flirt wit some *****s and clown

Followed they ass to the

Mo-Mo Oh no

Damn this ****'s for real

Now just imagine how a ***** feal

Cuz I been livin wit a hoe

And worse than that a mutha****a 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 *****es missin

Christmas

I can't take it no more

I ***** my strap ?takes flight?

And kick the ****in hinges off the door

I skimmed the room with the infared

And finds my ***** and her best friend naked in the water bed (Chorus)

Now I'm confused

I puts my heat down

Mouth open like a mutha****a takes a seat now (?we's now?)

How long you been ****in her?

I ain't know yo ass was on ****

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 ***** and the riches

**** it I guess

I got two down *****es (Chorus) (Talking)

Ha yeah Tell ya about these little stank ass scrags

Ain't ****

I got two of em now

**** em One for this braid right here

One for this braid right here

Gotta lick this middle one

**** ya'll

WC CJ Mac