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[foul mouthed girl at Bill on the phone]

[Bushwick
You can't make a silk purse out of a ear
Gotta start with the right material, to generate a idea
In other words, you can't turn a ho into a
Try it, the bitch'll make you sock her in her mouth
It started out beautiful, but you was possum
To me, you was just a fuck, but our relationship
Got to your kids, I loved 'em like my own
to your daughter as my daughter, your son as my son
Called you my wife, even if it was law
Never saw a better in my life,
How could the one who stole my heart, me reach for my knife
(Why you for your knife?) Cause I'ma stab that bitch
(What if they your freedom Bill?) They can have that shit
Now she wanna be - ain't that a bitch?
Fuck you bitch, I you bitch!
I wouldn't care if you in a fire
Crashed in a plane or got hit by a motherfuckin
You make my life a hell, the sun's out but it's dark
the devil, all you need is a pitchfork
I'm too to take shorts
I'm havin seconds thoughts, the ride's too scary, I get off
I I never met you ho
I wanna hang you from a fuckin cliff and let go, you dirty

[Chorus 2X: Bill]
Why you bring me down
Why you bring me down, you dirty bitch

Bill]
I once that I could save you, emotion was squandered
Now go back to that rock you crawled from under
I did more fo' yo' kids, than they biological father ever had
That's why they me dad
Your own momma used to me not to fuck wit'cha ass
I messed around and got you pregnant, now I'm wit'cha ass
I gave you everything I had, have to be forced
Why the fuck you wanna take a nigga to You dirty bitch
Tell me this, who paid the expense
When your kids was sick, suck dick you whore
Burned my car and my clothes, you were Angela Bassett
I town, you moved out, all you left was the mattress
Now I'm hearin that you had another man all the
When I see you I'ma your ass, so go 'head and file
I can tell by your tone you think it's bitch
Where the is my money bitch? You ain't runnin shit
I'll hook you up like your failed
You think I give a about sittin in jail?
You think I know the ghetto streets are bumpy?
And the reason why them niggaz tried to jump me?
At first I was cool the split
But you keep, callin my new bitch, bein and shit
You can't stand to see me happy, or without you
Had to on my parade, it was all a charade
You triflin slut, ain't a cigarette butt
I shoulda you where I found you, waitin on a bus
Wanna you to a field and chop you up to the bone
You worth the fuckin ground I walk on, you dirty bitch

- 2X

[girl on the phone mouths off Bushwick breaks in]

Bill]
Ahh! someone the police
Yeah, take this bitch, uh-huh, yeah motherfucker
Yeah, you fuckin, yeah bitch!
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