[Kool G. Rap]
Last week I beat my b**h up in the street for lyin to me
She thought she caught a cutie but didn't know the n***a knew me
He said he had but one or two affairs with the booga bear
All a n***a could do was try to act like he don't f**in care
I was about to drop the hammer on this n***a
Till grip pulled out his wallet and he had my b**h's pictures
That undercover lover bullsh** was now discovered
Can't wait to see this b**h cause I'mma beat her a** in public
I went to her sister's house, drove by her momma's
I even stepped to poppa duke's house to bring the drama
Lookin up the block, yeah hold up, yeah there goes that b**h
From a mile away yo I could tell my b**h is switched
So I ran up on her, hey wa**up b**h I got a question
If your lot of Smith & Wessons gonna teach ya a** a lesson
You ever f**ed around on me before? "Hell no!" *smack*
"Yo what you hit me with that gun for?"
b**h why you lyin, b**h you've been cheatin
Now I gotsa to give your motherf**in a** a beatin
I punched her in the ribcage and kicked her in the stomach
Take off all my motherf**in j**ellery, b**h runnin
I stomped her and I kicked her and I punched her in the face
Some people crowded around but nobody got out of place
Don't want heroics, "Hey buddy" - aiyyo money don't get in this
"Hey miss you alright?" - motherf**er mind your business!
I'm bashin her with the nine, inches away from pullin the trigger
But a n***a got to hit her till I see her face get bigger
I'm sick of all the bullsh**, tired of all the nonsense
So I pistol whipped the b**h till her a** fell out of conscious
Now she's all bloodied up, layin in that red sh**
b**h press charges, I guarantee you she's a dead b**h
The first time you play me is your last
So yo don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my b**h a**
[Chorus]
"Hey mister mister, what the f** you doin?"
"Hey mister mister" - keep walking past!
"Hey mister mister, what the f** you doin?"
Don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my b**h a**!
[Kool G. Rap]
I'm baggin up mad sh**, puttin it on the street
I never snorted but I find myself shorted every weekend
sh** is disappearin and I'm lookin for the logic
Of why my sh** gets lower every time I count the profit
It never fails again, these b**hes drawers they go back up
One hundred here, two hundred here, but all that sh** adds up
So I'm layin for the traitor
So I can put foot in they a** cause I'm a motherf**ing b**h hater!
So I'm peepin out the spot for a week
If I catch one of these b**hes stashin bread she'll be dead meat
I took one to the bath and tried to knock it
Feelin on her a**, hey yo b**h what's this in your pocket?
Aha finally caught your a**!
The b**h had my cash, I rolled up inside her stash
She started coppin a plea but I ain't really tryin to hear her
I snatched her by her hand, bashed her face up in the mirror
I threw her right on the ground and then her skirt revealed her panties
Now a n***a's ready to shove his dick up in her fanny
I hit the b**h like one more time and then I just said f** it
Pulled my zipper down, whipped out my dick and made her s** it
I'm rammin my dick inside of her mouth and tryin to make her choke
Then I grabbed the back of her head and shot come down her throat
I beat her and I dissed the b**h for tryin to steal my cash
So yo don't interrupt me when I'm whoopin on my b**h a**
[Chorus 2X]