I want to know who you are but you still look very So will you to me? Should I tell you a story? I tell you a treat? They think I'm crazy, don't understand how I feel
See, it started off as just a simple I gave her The of my record company (Oh a Sanger) I said my name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap
Oh you that guy they talking 'bout they be whisperin', ain't cha Bring your up when they talking and say money will change ya I heard a lot about how you can't with your anger Heard the rumors how you're always in trouble or Not gotta judge you if true, there's no need to explain sir You do have a right to be, you seem you're nice to me And like you're gonna buy me another drink, would you like a seat?
I tell the boy the Hennessey on ice for me Her drink starts as she's pouring out her life 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 pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you to see?"
I'm she gotta be friendly as hell Giving a soul to me, it's an identity sell We never met is the story my memory tells Telling me tales like she handle Hennessey well
Getting it, getting intimate and into details See, I just met you and you showing me your Who said I had any kids? I didn't bring up no Then who's in this Man, let you show you just who it is
I want to know who you are but you still very nice So will you to me? Should I tell you a story? Should I you a treat? They think I'm crazy, they understand how I feel
Umm, I remember her name but she look like an angel She from 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 married but the rings on her finger Told me she was langin' and the same uh Game I use on so I couldn't even blame her Spitting the game I to 'em when I'm trying to bang her
I bump into this dime, he me that he used to know you He me about the loyalty and love he used to show you He said he said with a passion like it was so true Wouldn't take advantage of the That the listeners didn't know you
There's pictures in my pocketbook, got it, I'll show you She in her purse and while she fumbles around I find that photo, I'm like, "Oh no some trouble in town" I turn around as two officers is coming in now
walk in real suspicious and come and sit down So close, I can see barrels of the guns to the ground So close that they can listen to of us now We turn back and she says no need for whispering Then she tells me
I don't give a damn whose listening Try to make it last a time was my mission And he kept on tripping and then I got at him Hit 'em my fist and my punches were never missing him
I want to know who you are but you still look nice So you talk to me? Should I tell you a story? Should I you a treat? think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel
Okay, get this straight, your man cheated on you and now You to a perfect stranger 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 she knew he was foul Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses a smile's Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn't stand it hour So she did what she did she went 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 talkin' I'm (I don't tell about the images I'm picturing) Henny then she tell me (For real and I got the of what I'm feeling Is that I to kill him)
Something's wrong here and I know who is the villain The poison's getting louder, the moral is clearer The is looking at us and I can tell 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 it before the blast, she thought she was free at least Baby I think you crazy, I'm pressing for time I go grind, time's putting to resting Now I'm sweating and stressing, this girl's got me
That conversation is two types of evil confession And she a clearer picture, it's my damn ex-best friend How you know him? She 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 feeling was the feeling that she could possibly be feeling Stood up and I yelled out, "Why in the hell did you kill him?" I didn't kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex 'em and that's crazy