| When she told me she was leavin she said, «Now Craig, don’t get excited»
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| I said, «You're leavin? |
| It ain’t nothin, yo, I’m quite delighted»
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| What you expect me to do? |
| Start shittin?
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| Yeah right bitch, goodbye and good riddance
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| I don’t care if you’re goin because of that duck you’re with
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| Namsayin? |
| So hey, you can suck my dick
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| Cause now the secret is out and you’re outta luck
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| (Yo man, she’s startin to cry) Hey, I don’t give a fuck
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| She dished it out, so now she’s gonna get it too
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| So fuck you and the doctor that delivered you
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| After all the shit that I gave her
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| You’re gonna diss me? |
| Bitch, do me no favors
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| She had some nerve tryina play me like I’m Milton Bradley
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| So when she’s hearin this I hope her ass is feelin badly
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| About the things she did and she often tried
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| Now that you cried, go 'head, commit suicide
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| Jump off a building, or better yet jump off a cliff
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| And if you jump I hope you take that fuckin man you’re with
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| So what you love him, you love every man you know
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| To put it bluntly — bitch, you’se a stinkin hoe
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| What you thought? |
| That I was supposed to cry for you?
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| Baby please, don’t try to tell me what I should do
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| You got his kid? |
| Well I hope you both die in labor
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| And by the way, bitch, do me no favors
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| The Vernon Posse and I went to see 'Child's Play'
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| (Yo Craig, was it hype?) Yeah, I’ll say
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| Shit was runnin real smooth and oh so correct
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| And then I turned around and saw my fuckin ex
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| She had some dickhead kid wearin acid wash
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| And all I could say was «Oh my fuckin gosh»
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| But to be a good sport I smiled and said hi
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| And after that the bitch, she just walked by
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| So I ran up to her at the concession stand
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| And I said, «You won’t speak because you’re with your man?
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| Well fuck both of you, see cause you ain’t nobody
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| And the way that you look, you’re both seein Scotty»
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| But she tried to get hype and create a scene
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| So I dissed her ass, you know what I mean
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| And after that I jumped into my Blazer
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| Screamed out the window (Bitch, do me no favors)
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| About a month after that her ass was cold forgotten
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| And the rest of my life was finally startin
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| Chillin in my room pumpin The Kingpin
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| Then out of nowhere the phone starts ringin
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| So then I pick up the phone and say «Who's this?»
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| And yeah you guessed it, it was that fool bitch
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| You know the one that’s always actin nasty
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| She probably heard I went platinum, now she’s tryina gas me
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| But I’m not the one, she’s on a scenic route
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| She better check her funky ass into a Phoenix House
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| Or run with her man on the hoe stroll
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| Don’t look surprised, you see, I know so
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| Your man’s a fag that’s drag racin
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| And on top of that — you’re both basin
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| So don’t come to me with that generic shit
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| Cause I won’t give a fuck about hearin it
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| And if you go get your man I’ll play that boy quick
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| I mean so fast you’d think he had a joystick
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| Because back in the days he used to flam a lot
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| But now he’s a fairytale like Sir Camelot
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| And if he tries to diss I cut him like a razor
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| And then say, «Yo bitch, do me no favors» |