I want to get out this relationship
But I'm scared that my man will flip
He always swears how he's gonna k** me
And fill me with the bullets from his clip
[Verse 1]
I met her in Queens her personality was erotic
She asked me where I come from, and I just replied "The projects"
Love at first sight as she was staring
Checking me up and down, yeah, at the gear that I was wearing
I had an office jacket, Polo shirt, diamond on my hand
Stonewashed pants ticked inside of some Timberlands
Her eyes just stayed on my face
She threw her hand on my hip and felt the four-fifths on my waist
Yo, my name is Ak the hard rock sh** that shot a cop with a glock
Cause he tried to make the money STOP
She didn't speak, she didn't START, she didn't TALK
All of the sudden let's take a WALK through the PARK
But it was dark, she didn't bother
She probably thought I was trying to play her out
Like a Central Park jogger
But that's not my style that's what I'm telling ya
Give me your number and I'll probably call you up on my cellular
At night we spoke for hours and hours and hours and hours
Hot convo turned into cold showers
Monogamy, yo, increased to p**nography
Miss Astrologist because she looked like a star to me
But I be dressing sharper than those brothers with Farrakahan
Throwing a lucky charm without a leprachaun's arm
Out on the streets dealing and sticking up
I try to make her look appealing
I went out and started tricking bucks
I got her all dressed up, she used to look messed up
Now all of her friends can't wait to be next up
I need to get her thoughts fixed up
She fell into a blender, she got the stuff all mixed up
She caught me talking about a quits
But that's that old bullsh**
It's ain't over til I say it's over, miss
So if you want to catch a fit, you catch a melon split
Once you in there ain't no exit
Chorus
[Verse 2]
I talk a good game of pain
Put it in your ear and let it rain
Benadryl can't stop the migrane
Once my voice touch your brain
So you can talk that fast slang dialect
But I got a tec to keep you in check
Other words make you come correct
Think that to stop giving the loving
You must be smoking pestacide because you're damn sure bugging
After one hit you're ready to split
What, are you test crashing cars?
That's that ol' dumb dumb sh**
You don't flatter me tring to sign off
You best to take the batteries out your watch if you want some time off
I write my name on your street curb
So you can scratchmy letetrs girl if you want to mark my words
I got the Calimyne BESIDE ME
In case you want to TRY ME
And break out on my a** like poison IVY
You better take it or ease, roll up you sleeves
And prepare to go all out like New Year's Eve
Trying to take my dough like a Swaggart
Girl, I have to bag ya and fall on your head like Niagra
sh**, you're bound to catch it, once I start flexing
Ayo bum b**h there ain't no exit