I want to know who you are but you still look very So you talk to me? Should I tell you a Should I tell you a treat? They think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I
See, it started off as just a simple conversation I her The name of my record (Oh a Sanger) I said my Chamillionaire and I'm a rap entertainer
Oh you that guy talking 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha Bring your name up when they talking and say money change ya I a lot about how you can't deal with your anger the rumors how you're always in trouble or danger Not gotta you if it's true, there's no need to explain sir You do have a to be, you seem like you're nice to me And like you're gonna buy me another drink, would you like a seat?
I the boy the same Hennessey on ice for me Her drink starts emptying as she's pouring out her to me Telling me about her goals and how successful she like to be And invite me to a session of her And she seems so damn innocent but something isn't to me She out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you like to see?"
I'm thinking she be friendly as hell Giving a to me, it's like an identity sell We met is the story that my memory tells Telling me tales she doesn't handle Hennessey well
Getting into it, getting and into details See, I just met you and you showing me kids Who said I had any kids? I didn't bring up no who's in this picture? Man, let you show you just who it is
I want to know who you are but you still very nice So you talk to me? Should I tell you a story? I tell you a treat? They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel
Umm, I don't her name but she look like an angel She from here, I knew she didn't hang a Round a part of the hood but hey the gets stranger 'Cause this was stranger than I could explain you see
She said she wasn't married but the rings on her Told me she was langin' and the same uh Game I use on so I couldn't even blame 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 and love he used to show you He said he said with a passion like it was so true take advantage of the fact That the didn't really know you
pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll show you She digs in her and while she fumbles around I find that photo, I'm like, "Oh no some trouble in town" I turn around as these two is coming in now
They walk in suspicious and come and sit down So close, I can see they barrels of the guns to the So close they can listen to either of us now We back around and she says no need for whispering Then she me that
I really give a damn whose listening Try to it last a long time was my mission And he kept on tripping and I got pissed 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? Should I you a treat? They think I'm crazy, they don't how I feel
Okay, let's get this straight, 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 in the pic but a familiar smile She
Pictures can be deceiving like she knew he was closer, you'll see a coward who uses a smile's power Fleeing the smoke strength, stand it another hour So she did what she did then she to go take a shower
Damn what do you (Couldn't you that I missin' him) I don't understand you're saying, how did you get rid of him? She him, as I ask her what it is she did to him
She stops, ay keep I'm listening (I don't tell about the images I'm picturing) Henny spilling then she me (For and I got the feeling of what I'm feeling Is I wanted to kill him)
wrong here and I know just who is the villain The poison's getting louder, the moral is getting The officers is looking at us and I can tell they can hear her, me (It was protection, for it in the stash)
The is what she grabbed and she put it right on his ass Bust it before the blast, she she was free at least Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm pressing for I go grind, time's putting to resting Now I'm and stressing, this girl's got me guessing
this conversation is two types of evil confession And she pulls a clearer picture, it's my ex-best friend How you him? She told me she was with him at his house Watching on Sundays when they be chilling
And that's exactly the day that the came to get him The was the worst feeling 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 have AIDS, he had sex 'em and that's crazy