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I want to know who you are but you look very nice
So will you to me?
Should I tell you a story? Should I you a treat?
think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

See, it started off as a simple conversation I gave her
The name of my company
(Oh a Sanger)
I said my name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap

Oh you guy they talking 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha
Bring your name up when talking and say money will change ya
I a lot about how you can't deal with your anger
Heard the how you're always in trouble or danger
Not gotta judge you if it's true, there's no to explain sir
You do have a right to be, you seem like you're to me
And like you're gonna buy me another drink, yeah would you like a

I tell the boy the same on ice for me
Her drink starts emptying as she's out her life to me
Telling me about her 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 gotta be friendly as
a soul to me, it's like an identity sell
We met is the story that my memory tells
me tales like she doesn't handle Hennessey well

Getting into it, getting intimate and details
See, I met you and you showing me your kids
Who said I had any kids? I bring up no kids
Then in this picture? 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 don't understand how I

Umm, I don't remember her but she look like an angel
She wasn't here, I knew she didn't hang a
Round a part of the but hey the story gets stranger
this stranger was stranger than I could explain you see

She said she wasn't married but the rings on her
Told me she was and using the same uh
Game I use on women so I couldn't blame her
the game 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 me about the loyalty and love he used to show you
He what he said with a passion like it was so true
Wouldn't take advantage of the
That the listeners didn't really you

pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll show you
She digs in her purse and while she around
I find photo, I'm like, "Oh no there's some trouble in town"
I turn around as these two is coming in now

They in real suspicious and come and sit down
So close, I can see they of the guns to the ground
So that they can listen to either of us now
We turn back around and she says no need for
she tells me that

I don't really a damn whose listening
Try to make it last a long was my mission
And he kept on and then I got pissed at him
Hit 'em with my and my punches were never missing him

I want to know who you are but you still look nice
So will you to me?
I tell you a story? Should I tell you a treat?
They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel

Okay, let's get this straight, your man on you and now
You talking to a perfect like it's making you proud
And the rest of this conversation she telling me how
It wasn't her in the pic but a familiar smile
She

Pictures can be deceiving like she knew he was
Look closer, you'll see a coward who a smile's power
Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't stand it another
So she did she did then she went to go take a shower

Damn what do you
(Couldn't you that I missin' him)
I don't understand what 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 talkin' I'm
(I don't wanna tell the images I'm picturing)
Henny then she tell me
(For and I got the feeling of what I'm feeling
Is that I to kill him)

Something's here and I know just who is the villain
The getting louder, the moral is getting clearer
The officers is looking at us and I can tell 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 she was free at least
Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm for time
I gotta go grind, time's putting to
Now I'm sweating and stressing, this got me guessing

this conversation is two types of evil confession
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 the hospital came to get him
The was the worst feeling that she could possibly be feeling
Stood up and then I out, "Why in the hell did you kill him?"
I didn't kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and that's