I to know who you are but you still look very nice So will you to me? Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a They I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel
See, it started off as just a simple conversation I her The name of my record (Oh a Sanger) I said my name's and I'm a rap entertainer
Oh you that guy they talking 'bout when be whisperin', ain't cha Bring your name up when they talking and say money will ya I heard a lot how you can't deal with your anger Heard the rumors how you're in trouble or danger Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no need to sir You do have a to be, you seem like you're nice to me And like gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?
I the boy the same Hennessey on ice for me Her drink starts emptying as she's out her life to me me about her goals and how successful she would like to be And invite me to a of her life And she seems so damn but something isn't right to me She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you to see?"
I'm thinking she be friendly as hell Giving a soul to me, like an identity sell We never met is the that my memory tells Telling me tales like she doesn't Hennessey well
Getting into it, intimate and into details See, I met you and you showing me your kids Who said I had any kids? I didn't up no kids Then who's in this Man, let you show you just who it is
I want to know who you are but you still look very So you talk to me? I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat? They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel
Umm, I don't remember her but she look like an angel She wasn't from here, I knew she hang a Round a part of the hood but hey the gets stranger 'Cause stranger was stranger than I could explain you see
She said she wasn't married but the on her finger Told me she was langin' and using the uh Game I use on women so I couldn't even her Spitting the I spit to 'em when I'm trying to bang her
I bump into this dime, he told me he used to know you He told me about the loyalty and he used to show you He said what he said a passion like it was so true Wouldn't advantage of the fact That the didn't really know you
There's pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, show you She digs in her purse and while she around I that photo, I'm like, "Oh no there's some trouble in town" I turn around as these two officers is in now
They walk in suspicious and come and sit down So close, I can see they barrels of the to the ground So that they can listen to either of us now We turn back around and she says no for whispering Then she tells me
I don't really give a damn listening Try to make it last a long was my mission And he kept on tripping and then I got at him Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were never him
I want to know who you are but you still look nice So will you to me? Should I tell you a story? I tell you a treat? They think I'm crazy, they don't how I feel
Okay, let's get straight, your man cheated on you and now You to a perfect stranger like it's making you proud And the of this conversation she just telling me how It wasn't her boyfriend in the pic but a smile She
Pictures can be deceiving she knew he was foul closer, you'll see a coward who uses a smile's power Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't it another hour So she did what she did then she to go take a shower
Damn what do you (Couldn't tell you I missin' him) I don't what you're saying, how did you get rid of him? She dissing him, as I ask her it is she did to him
She stops, ay keep I'm listening (I don't wanna about the images I'm picturing) spilling then she tell me (For and I got the feeling of what I'm feeling Is that I wanted to him)
Something's wrong here and I just who is the villain The poison's getting louder, the is getting clearer The officers is looking at us and I can they can hear her, told me (It was protection, for it in the stash)
The plastic is what she grabbed and she put it on his ass Bust it before the blast, she thought she was at least Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm for time I gotta go grind, time's putting to Now I'm and stressing, this girl's got me guessing
That this conversation is two types of evil And she pulls a picture, it's my damn ex-best friend How you know him? She told me she was him at his house movies on Sundays when they be chilling
And that's exactly the day that the came to get him The feeling was the worst that she could possibly be feeling Stood up and then I yelled out, "Why in the did you kill him?" I didn't kill him, I AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's crazy