Look here see

Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal

Found the body dead in the isles

Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad

Guess they'll never play it again Sam Damn that was my jam, now she's on the lam

She made it out with 200 grand, what a scam!

While these two compete on who's the star of the show

Golden legs there makes off with the dough I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher

He says one glance is all it took ya, she's a real looker

They say her old man's a bootlegger

Transporting in any weather, and at this rate we'll never get her Fellas, think it's time to call it a night

All this talk of this mystery dame's gettin' me tight

Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right Hate to spoil the party, what are you guys havin', the same?

Waiter, another round for the gang

It's strange how I always felt outta place

Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in comes Freckle Face So I said 'S-see you later'

'Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers

He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators

An idiot can tell they're involved with the caper So I pulled the revolver on my waist up

Between the patrol car and the gray truck

Behind the street lamp was a silhouette

White gloves and a real long cigarette What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope

She spoke says the Devil got you guys by the throat

Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence

That's the reason why Eric B is not president Well, what do ya say

Ya see?

Ya see?

Ya see? Look here see

I know you got soul your trying to hide it

How did you kill a man out in Cypres

One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the criminal minded

Says you guys did it doggy style is he lyin' She says, 'Walk this way I'll tell you a children's story'

We hit the bodega got her a few 40's

We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried

Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide Swallowed it, whole bottle's half empty

Drinks like a fish now she's past tipsy

The truth came out as we got to her suave house

Chopped and screwed, her mouth and sat me on the couch I said it's gettin' late c'mon give it to me straight

Who's ya sponsor lady? She says Bill Gates

What are ya born '77 or '78?

She says, Nah it goes way to an earlier date Slave times, claims the slaves said rhymes

But she fell in love with some fella named Clive

Who? Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave

The Bronx, now she shows me the cash I said who's Clive, don't play with me skirt

She said Clive Campbell, he's Kool Herc Listen up sweetheart, now we gettin' somewhere

As she's talkin' she starts vanishing in thin air

But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died

She said, If you really love me I'll come back alive Hip hop is so *** dead!