[ruck]
Fuck you bitchword up
It ain’t all about youhuh?
Trying to make shit happenfuck you
Aiyyo we fight every nightnow that’s not kosher
I reminisce with blissbefore eshkoshkah
We was closerlater on you was supposed ta
Be the one that I stayed with but it seemed that you played tricks
Every day it get worsethan the day before
Maybe you’reactin tooimmature
Insecureplus I’m lookin for the cure
Keep flippin like you do I’m lookin at the door..
Ahhmotherfuck you
Playinyouknowhati’msayin?
The fuck I look like huh?
One of these bitch ass niggaz in the street huh?
You dealin with a nigga whocan say what he means
And mean what he say
When I say I’m lookin at the door bitch I’m obvious
Straight up and down
The fuck I look like to you huh what?
And when you wit your friends I slide to the side
Until the spotlight is mineand always rep God cipher divine
When idid the knowledge all my wisdom it came
To an understanding that you underhanded and lame
I should play some stuck-up rapper role
And get foul everytime you lose control
But that’s not my order of operation
Bustin nuts in yastartin our own population
But now you ain’t actin the way that you used ta
B so I can’t c you in my future
And I don’t think that I can take it anymore
Y’all know the rest.. the four-four
[mike stewart]
If the lovin ain’t right
You’re not homelate at night
All we ever do is fight
There’s a reason I should breeze
If the lovin ain’t good
And I never thought you could
Ever treat me like you should
That’s a reason I should breeze
Fuck is the dealhuh?
You know what I’m workin withI gotta tie my shit to my knee
Fuckmy shit ain’t goodwhat?
The fuck is you doinpunk ass bitch?
My friends always tell me I’m lucky to stay
Dipped with the flyest chick from the b.k.
But all the games you play make a nigga wanna spray
So every night to the most high a nigga pray
That me and my shorty make it to another day
If not fuck it ruckus it wasn’t meant to go that way
But hey I can’t front it was good while it lasted
Until I asked her some old stupid hood rat shit
Some left field shit that a nigga can’t call
But all in allI had a ball
I guess it’s better to have lovedand to have lost
Than to never have love at all
[mike stewart]
If the lovin ain’t right
You’re not homelate at night
All we ever do is fight
There’s a reason I should breeze
If the lovin ain’t good
And I never thought you could
Ever treat me like you should
That’s a reason I should breeze
Youse a fuckin miserable bitch
Man that’s my word is bond you always want me around the shit
Misery love company man but you know what?
I’m gettin the fuck up on out of hereba-bybet that
I ain’t gonna deal with that bullshit no more huh?
Bout to make mad moves with my dogs man
Fuckin heltah skeltah me and rock yaknahmean?
Motherfuckin my brother illa-noyzman fuck you word up
Plus I got motherfuckin ?knahmean?
Motherfuckin uhhmike stew’
Singin what he singindoin what he doin
[mike stewart]
If the lovin ain’t right
You’re not homelate at night
All we ever do is fight
There’s a reason I should breeze
If the lovin ain’t good
And I never thought you could
Ever treat me like you should
That’s a reason I should breeze...
(repeat both stanzas to end)
