I got a woman at the crib, she a brain Yeah, this is DJ 7 Deuce Live at Club Brinkett All the girls up under the air get it free G-Unit in the house, what up baby Performing live tonight, live on stage Captain Save Em, ho In the fabulous case, y'all Check em out, y'all All my Detroit players, let's go I ain't suck a stroke, then I ain't for games I just came to ***in' maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib, so I ain't your man I'll be damn, I'll be damn, I'll be damn You know all I really wanna do is *** I ain't gon' let a money hunger wanna set me up And if you think I'm that stupid, you the question I'll be damn, I'll be damn, I'll be damn You can't play I guess I love Menage a trois And I got drawers as big as God's bitch I'm a trick daddy nigga So bitch, how you figure that I wouldn't Turn my niggas horns to you when I hit you I probably could forget you if I hadn't been drunk But yo, but don't, but don't keep my mind on her When my mind's on her, that mean my nine's in the trunk And the nine got a line for every pine bitch I hunt Not once, twice, but three times the lover that your man is And I'm a freak undercover I got plans for your trick, I don't need a baby mother I got body mother***ers tryna smother me already We can't go steady, but you can give me head Give me that, get the hell out my bed and leave the shed My chapped lips will cut nipples when breastfed And on the way out, leave a prayer with Achmed I'd love for you to stay, but I got another date With a fat chick that eat cake on playscapes She rub my funky ass feet and feed me grapes Pussed my man in the closet, ran out of videotape I ain't suck a stroke, and I ain't for games I just came to ***ing maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib, so I ain't your man I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned All I really wanna do is *** I ain't gon' let a money-hungry wanna set me up And if you think I'm that stupid, you'll appreciate your love I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned And I'ma make this one thing clear Ain't no woman here go ruin my career All the hell you doing is pursuing a dream That's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems All these hoes be lying, bull***ting each other And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber? He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother or my wife and my sister So mother***er mistress, they signing a contract before these bitches hit this Never will a woman take me out that way I keep a RCA camera in her mother***ing face I just have a stroke and I ain't for games I just came to ***ing maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib, so I ain't your man I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned You know all I really wanna do is *** I ain't gon' let a money-hungry wanna set me up And if you think I'm that stupid, you'll appreciate your love I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned What's your name again? It doesn't matter My name is Bizzy, I bodyguard for Mr. Mathers Sit down, girl, let me get you a drink I'ma buy you a mink and rape you on the sink From day one, I knew you was a ho I put a rubber on my toe and ***ed you some more Turn around, let me see your nasty ass Tell him that Jason mad while I take off your maxi These hoes be on some bull*** Always trying to pull *** out of they ass Get mad and put you on blast Telling bitches how she ***ed you, sucked you, put it on you, boned you Yapping off at them mouths saying she love you All of your dick, calling your phone, spazzing and *** Having a fit until you feel like calling it quits Then she starts calling your chick, wanting to fight Every time you show up at a gig, she front-rolling her friends Flipping you off, follow you to the bar, the bathroom, the parking lot, to the car Pissing you off until you black out Now you and the hoes having a scrap-out You get locked up for assault, and now you assed out I used to have a stroke, and I ain't for games I just came to ***ing maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib, so I ain't your man I'll be damn, I'll be damn, I'll be damn You know all I really wanna do is *** I ain't gonna let a money-hungry wanna set me up And if you hit him, that's cool, but you a question mark I'll be damn, I'll be damn, I'll be damn I'll be damn, I'll be damn