Straight Razor lyrics

[Verse 1]
One bad b*tch, throw your hands up
Ain't goin' like a sucker, come on motherf*cker stand up
I'm givin' out Frankenstein stitches
So come all at one time, I got somethin' for all you blind b*tches
Wanna fight me for the dumb sh*t?
But as soon as you comin' out your mouth fast that ass is hit
See b*tches get out of hand for nothin' at all
Small talk about somebody wanna f*ck your man
The n*gga ain't all that, he abuses you
And cruises through Manhattan with that stupid-ass hat!
Thinkin' that he's some kind of villain
They shot up his man, the duck motherf*cker ran from the killin'
And you's a stupid-ass ho
For thinkin' that a n*gga that be banging crazy doe won't let you go
But this here's another story
Cause see that I walk with a gun no matter who runs the territory
Cause see hoes be jumpin' fast
But I just pull it and put a bullet inside your ass
Sometimes you're in a jam
Can you deal with the fact somebody else is f*ckin' your man?
And it happens kinda quick
Your bust in the house, another b*tch's mouth is suckin' on your man's di*k
What do you do: think straight? Or do you run to the back
Open the trunk to the nickel-plate 38?
"Wait wait, baby, please"
That's the sh*t he's coppin' when he's down on both his knees
And to you, the girl's a slouch
So you pull the trigger, her brains fell behind the couch
Now, you're facin' 25-to-life
For what, a sl*t? When you wasn't the n*gga's wife?
Now, your ass is in a ditch
He doesn't accept your collect calls, ain't that a (b*tch)
[Verse 2]
You cuttin' up b*tches like a maniac
You losin' it, girl. Ain't a n*gga in the world worth all that
No matter how many minks he buy, how many drugs he supplies
He has his eyes on another girl's thighs
That's why he flies to the streets
Meetin' up with another b*tch, and takin' her to eat
Girls to him they come a dime a dozen
And they probably f*cked his brother, f*cked his father, f*cked his cousin
How many more can I name?
You givin' all his relatives the pus*y, it's a f*ckin' shame
So you grab up the crab
On top of that, you get a dagger and went and started to stab
This motherf*cker in his sleep
It's either that or pull a trigger on a n*gga you can't keep
For self. Look out for yourself and stop worryin' about the rest
Go 'bout your business, tell the kid go 'head with his self
That's how it's done in a minute
He's goes on a roll and patrol for a hole to put his pole in it
And it ain't nothin' new
Just think of all the dirty sh*t he did to you
You say "Please stay," but he still goes
He says "b*tch, you wanna own a di*k you gotta go buy a dildo"
You see, he don't give a f*ck
Because he's all about makin' a quick buck and gettin' his di*k sucked
And yo it ain't gonna change
A n*gga like that is impossible to rearrange
So what you do: f*ck him, f*ck the money, and the blazer
Give that n*gga a straight razor
[Verse 3]
So you can kill all that hand bit
And save it for the grave because it's dead and you can die from that man sh*t
Lock him up, well I doubt it
A n*gga can hump every c*nt and ain't sh*t that you can do about it
You're better off to forget him
A n*gga don't wanna dig in his own ditch, then b*tch don't f*ck with 'im
You got a n*gga that plays, ya walk around with a razor
Cause you got that you can fight like Frazier
So you duck him. Tell him good luck, and motherf*ck him
And if your butt's still stuck, you better buck him
Tell the buck you don't need him
And read him up and down, don't frown
To beat him, that's how you defeat him
Scream and shout until you pass out
And if he lives in your crib, then throw his motherf*ckin' ass out
f*ck what bills he pays, leave him in pain for days
When you give him a straight razor