You know, it's somethin you girls don't understand about the fast life You might be a figga's last wife
And one thing about money it's a heart breaker and a widow maker So you wanna run around with your little drugs and thugs and keep buggin, baby
[ VERSE 1 ] She love to be infatuated with the gangland- Street-dwellin felon, judges use to play hangmen On the low she was a TLC creeper Got her phone disconnected and somehow got a beeper Then she tried to run that 'only I got the number' 'Sun, you don't believe me?' Call me Stevie cause I Wonder Who was beepin honey everytime we was alone Couldn't say it was her mother cause Nine-Ex deaded they phone Let me guess, it was her girlfriend Sheila The one who makes her living just by trickin different drug dealers Don't work, with three kids by different brothers Gettin welfare subsidized rent, live with her mother In the projects she runs with the usual suspects Wild figgas who bust Tecs over by Prospect That's where the dope is at, always where the cash is at Suckers gettin money showin chickens where they stash is at Only to impress em and persuade em Not really date em but lay them and then play them I got vexed, but the sex made me wanna While I was sleepin she was creepin in a 4-runner
[ CHORUS ] I love her to death But I can't kill myself She bad for my health I need somethin else I love her to death And I ain't even tryin to kill her But she be wantin drug dealers And 4-wheelers I love her to death But I can't kill myself She bad for my health I need somethin else I love her to death And I ain't even tryin to kill her But she be wantin drug dealers
[ VERSE 2 ] Before I knew it, son, her name was bein dropped Some crab who had a heron shop slash barber shop Paid that no mind, but I heard it through the grapevine And never woulda thought she would let somebody take mine Coulda have been overreactin for no reason Why should I have to stress the bitch to keep that ass from skeezin Dollar signs had her wantin to be hooked She got real sheisty and changed her whole look I told her if I caught her with whoever then I'm flippin On both her men, huh, she asked me why I'm trippin Maybe cause she was dippin spreadin out on the low Couldn't tell her who to hang with or where she could go Before we used to sex daily, then twice a week Overhearin in the street, "Yo, his girl became a freak" True, her and Sheila, they be ridin willies' cars Goin clubbin late night, sniffin in after hour bars She denied it, son, I felt like swingin It don't mean she bangin cause she out there hangin But then again it could, so I'll be sure Don't you hate it when you feel somebody's bonin yours?
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ] We started arguin for every little thing One day we had an argument and honey tried to swing I caught her hand quickly, so she couldn't hit me Then she started sayin how she breakin up with me I ain't need the stress, so I let her keep steppin Honey started transportin for loot, carryin weapons After we broke up I would always see her dip Makin out of town trips, niggas sayin that I slip Her drug dealer man flashin grands perpetratin He know my occupation and don't want no conversation I always tried to school her, but she was hard-headed I knew she would regret it, her mother even said it Her man showboatin, had a shoot-out with somebody They came back on a hush and bust em with the shotie Pushed his whole wig back, I seen it and was buggin Layin dead right beside him was that chicken I was lovin
[ CHORUS (2X) ]
Now we send this piece out to all the young sisters out there Best thing you can do, baby, is to stay in school get yourself a nice job and settle down cause the streets ain't no place for a woman Peace
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And one thing about money it's a heart breaker and a widow maker So you wanna run around with your little drugs and thugs and keep buggin, baby
[ VERSE 1 ] She love to be infatuated with the gangland- Street-dwellin felon, judges use to play hangmen On the low she was a TLC creeper Got her phone disconnected and somehow got a beeper Then she tried to run that 'only I got the number' 'Sun, you don't believe me?' Call me Stevie cause I Wonder Who was beepin honey everytime we was alone Couldn't say it was her mother cause Nine-Ex deaded they phone Let me guess, it was her girlfriend Sheila The one who makes her living just by trickin different drug dealers Don't work, with three kids by different brothers Gettin welfare subsidized rent, live with her mother In the projects she runs with the usual suspects Wild figgas who bust Tecs over by Prospect That's where the dope is at, always where the cash is at Suckers gettin money showin chickens where they stash is at Only to impress em and persuade em Not really date em but lay them and then play them I got vexed, but the sex made me wanna While I was sleepin she was creepin in a 4-runner
[ CHORUS ] I love her to death But I can't kill myself She bad for my health I need somethin else I love her to death And I ain't even tryin to kill her But she be wantin drug dealers And 4-wheelers I love her to death But I can't kill myself She bad for my health I need somethin else I love her to death And I ain't even tryin to kill her But she be wantin drug dealers
[ VERSE 2 ] Before I knew it, son, her name was bein dropped Some crab who had a heron shop slash barber shop Paid that no mind, but I heard it through the grapevine And never woulda thought she would let somebody take mine Coulda have been overreactin for no reason Why should I have to stress the bitch to keep that ass from skeezin Dollar signs had her wantin to be hooked She got real sheisty and changed her whole look I told her if I caught her with whoever then I'm flippin On both her men, huh, she asked me why I'm trippin Maybe cause she was dippin spreadin out on the low Couldn't tell her who to hang with or where she could go Before we used to sex daily, then twice a week Overhearin in the street, "Yo, his girl became a freak" True, her and Sheila, they be ridin willies' cars Goin clubbin late night, sniffin in after hour bars She denied it, son, I felt like swingin It don't mean she bangin cause she out there hangin But then again it could, so I'll be sure Don't you hate it when you feel somebody's bonin yours?
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ] We started arguin for every little thing One day we had an argument and honey tried to swing I caught her hand quickly, so she couldn't hit me Then she started sayin how she breakin up with me I ain't need the stress, so I let her keep steppin Honey started transportin for loot, carryin weapons After we broke up I would always see her dip Makin out of town trips, niggas sayin that I slip Her drug dealer man flashin grands perpetratin He know my occupation and don't want no conversation I always tried to school her, but she was hard-headed I knew she would regret it, her mother even said it Her man showboatin, had a shoot-out with somebody They came back on a hush and bust em with the shotie Pushed his whole wig back, I seen it and was buggin Layin dead right beside him was that chicken I was lovin
[ CHORUS (2X) ]
Now we send this piece out to all the young sisters out there Best thing you can do, baby, is to stay in school get yourself a nice job and settle down cause the streets ain't no place for a woman Peace
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