I'll Be Damned
[Intro: Proof]Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live atClub Runyan, where all the girls with burgundy hair get in freeG-Unit in the house! What up babyPerforming live tonight live on stage... Captain Save-A-HoAnd the fabulous Case y'all, stick 'em out y'allAll my Detroit players, let's go!
[Hook: Kon Artis]I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for gamesI just came to fuck and maybe get some brainI got a woman at the crib so I ain't your manI'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damnedYou know all I really wanna do is fuckI ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me upAnd if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luckI'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned
[Kon Artis]You damn right, yes I love menage-a-troisAnd I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah"I'm a Trick Daddy nigga, so bitch how you figureThat I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit yaI probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunkBut your badunkadunk, keep my mind on humpWhen my mind's on hump it mean my .9's in the trunkAnd Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I huntNot once, twice, but three times the loverThat your man is, and I'm a freak undercoverI got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby motherI got five of them motherfuckers trying to smother me alreadyWe can't go steady, but you can give me headGive me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shedMy chapped lips will cut nipples when breast fedAnd on the way, leave the bread with AchmedI'd love for you to stay but I got another dateWith a fat chick that eat cake on playskatesShe rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grapesPlus my man in the closet ran out of videotape
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[Swift]I'mma make this one thing clearAin't no woman here gon' ruin my careerAll the hell you doing is pursuing a dreamThat's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seemsAll these hoes be lying, bullshitting each otherAnd why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber?He might as well have went and told the ho that he love herI'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my motherOr my wife, and my sisters, so motherfuck a mistressThey signing a contract before these bitches hit thisNever will a woman take me out that wayI keep a RCA camera in their motherfucking face
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[Bizarre]What's your name again? It doesn't matterMy name is Bizzy, a bodyguard for Mr. MathersSit down girl, let me get you a drinkI'mma buy you a mink, and rape you on the sinkFrom day one, I knew you was a hoI put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'Turn around, let me see your nasty assPut on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pad
[Kuniva]These hoes be on some bullshit, always trying to pull shitOutta they ass, get mad and put you on blastTell 'em bitches how she fucked you, sucked you, put it on youBoned you, yapping off with they mouth, saying she loved youAll on your dick, calling your phone, spazzing and shitHaving a fit until you feel like calling it quitsThen she starts calling your chick wanting to fightEvery time you show up at a gig she front row with her friendsFlipping you off follow you to the bar, the bathroomThe parking lot, to the car, pissing you offUntil you blackout, now you and the ho is having a scrap outYou get locked up for assault and now you assed out
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