Verse one: phife dawg



Went to carvel to get a milk shake

This honey ripped me off of my loot case

The car oh yeah there's money in my jacket

Somebody broke into my ride and cold macked it

Yo tip i tell you man the devil's trying it

But i'm goin to stay strong cause i ain't bying it

Tonight i'm taking sherry out

I don't have jack to wear

You know i've got to look dipped in the freshest gear

Cool i found something so i ironed it

I think i caught up on the phone

Oh shit i'm trying it

Will someone tell me what did i do to deserve this?

I think i'll pull out my super ? and serve this

My little brother wants barney, cool i'm getting it

Took him down to kay-bee, they ain't sellin it

Here we go with the crying, yo he's throwing fits

My blood pressure blowing up, i can't take this shit

Finally got what he wanted now he's good to go

Again the robers smashed, were's my radio?

One time the car was in the shop i had to borrow see...

They had no mercy on the car oh you he'll kill me

Where the hell can nicki be? i'm goin to smack her up

I got the tickets for the knicks and she cold stood me up

I need to hit a hunny off yo drill pas me the phone

Pulled out my hooker hoes, oh yo sheela's home

Steady smiling like a mother yo i'm wrecked to bone

Went down on hun, she's in the red zone

Stressed out more than one could ever be

Forever trying to clear the sample for my new lp

With all these trials and tribulations yo i've been affected

And to top it off, starks got ejected



Refrain



Verse two: phife dawg



Just last week my girl was stressing me

Now her best friend be underssing me

Well i was lovin her by the moon lit

Now i'm tricking on her like kinte'

Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop

Walking towards the car, here come the damn cops

Now i'm station bound for the thai sticks

I bought it for my man, i don't believe this shit

Coach sat me down from the ball team

Cause i was breakin niggaz on the inseams

Some niggas cross town was trying to stick me

All i had was shorts, a dollar fifty

Picked up this gir in the hoopty

Just because of her rhymes she tried to soup me

Pay for this and pay for that loot for nails and hair

Who the hell do you think i am, mr. belvedere?

Go and get a bloddy job then can we look cute

Even if you get me boots, you'll neva see my loot

She wasn't even all of that just anothe hooker

Took the journey that ass way, quick like chucky booker

Sometimes you got put the hoes in their freakin place

Just move from in front me with your botty face!



My man mohammed in the house, huh [come on, come on]

Zulu nation in the house, huh [come on, come on]

Sub rock is in the house, huh [come on, come on]

My man skeff is in the house, huh [come on, come on]

Jarobi white is in the house, huh [come on, come on]

Bob power in the house, huh [come on, come on]

My man eric in the house, huh [come on, come on]

My man lytcha in the house, huh [come on, come on]

[help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me........muhammad!!]