use to chill in the club, cop a duv or a forty//
I chilled with this chick who I thought was a thug hore shorty//
she use to listen to my stories of past guts and glory//
I use to tell her bout chicks i'd fucked and she'd remember their names//
but sooner or later I caught on and lerned her game//
she was just runnin some shit for her mans jermaine//
she asked me one night if she could borrow some money and were my chain//
then she dashed out the club and I remembered I didnt know her name//
and one day her mans showed up on the corner askin for a half//
and I glanced in the back seat and there was her ass chucklin a little laugh//
Then I pulled out that nine and robbed her ass blind//
and all her shit soon became mine//
then I looked in her purse saw a mike and got the message//
then saw them little blue lights, an awwwww SHIT! its detectives//

true storie bout

!!!!!!!!THAT BITCH!!!!!!!!