Verse one: phife dawgWent to carvel to get a milk shakeThis honey ripped me off of my loot caseThe car oh yeah there’s money in my jacketSomebody broke into my ride and cold macked itYo tip I tell you man the devil’s trying itBut I’m goin to stay strong cause I ain’t bying itTonight I’m taking sherry outI don’t have jack to wearYou know I’ve got to look dipped in the freshest gearCool I found something so I ironed itI think I caught up on the phoneOh shit I’m trying itWill someone tell me what did I do to deserve this? I think I’ll pull out my super ? and serve thisMy little brother wants barney, cool I’m getting itTook him down to kay-bee, they ain’t sellin itHere we go with the crying, yo he’s throwing fitsMy blood pressure blowing up, I can’t take this shitFinally got what he wanted now he’s good to goAgain the robers smashed, were’s my radio? One time the car was in the shop I had to borrow see…They had no mercy on the car oh you he’ll kill meWhere the hell can nicki be? I’m goin to smack her upI got the tickets for the knicks and she cold stood me upI need to hit a hunny off yo drill pas me the phonePulled out my hooker hoes, oh yo sheela’s homeSteady smiling like a mother yo I’m wrecked to boneWent down on hun, she’s in the red zoneStressed out more than one could ever beForever trying to clear the sample for my new lpWith all these trials and tribulations yo I’ve been affectedAnd to top it off, starks got ejectedRefrainVerse two: phife dawgJust last week my girl was stressing meNow her best friend be underssing meWell I was lovin her by the moon litNow I’m tricking on her like kinte’Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shopWalking towards the car, here come the damn copsNow I’m station bound for the thai sticksI bought it for my man, I don’t believe this shitCoach sat me down from the ball teamCause I was breakin niggaz on the inseamsSome niggas cross town was trying to stick meAll I had was shorts, a dollar fiftyPicked up this gir in the hooptyJust because of her rhymes she tried to soup mePay for this and pay for that loot for nails and hairWho the hell do you think I am, mr. belvedere? Go and get a bloddy job then can we look cuteEven if you get me boots, you’ll neva see my lootShe wasn’t even all of that just anothe hookerTook the journey that ass way, quick like chucky bookerSometimes you got put the hoes in their freakin placeJust move from in front me with your botty face!My man mohammed in the house, huh [come on, come on]Zulu nation in the house, huh [come on, come on]Sub rock is in the house, huh [come on, come on]My man skeff is in the house, huh [come on, come on]Jarobi white is in the house, huh [come on, come on]Bob power in the house, huh [come on, come on]My man eric in the house, huh [come on, come on]My man lytcha in the house, huh [come on, come on][help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me……..muhammad!!]