(Ne-Yo Chorus)
Come through the block, in the brand new Benz
Knowing that me and this dude aint friends
(ok girl)Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get your man back like that
Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets
Knowing that me and ths dude got beef
(ok girl)Yo, what I did was wack
But you don't get your man back like that, no

(Ghostface Killah)
Ai yo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you
Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you
You's a bird you know that, giving that man
Ten points, like he about to blow that
He probably did, you swallow his kids?
In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids
In the summertime, I broke his jaw, had to do it, to him
Quick, old fashion, in the back of the mall
Me and him had 'mos forever, like I'm supposed to put him on
When he came home and told on Trevor
Had to bang on homey, ear blocks, out in spots
Throwing them shots, like 'sucker, you know me'
Stop fronting for them people out, side like you really ride
And you a silly chick, thought you was really live
But I guess I was wrong, I'ma holla at dog
And rip his head off, words of a song

(Chorus)

(Ghostface Killah)
Ai yo, I thought we was illa than that, all them kisses
And love you, when jake came, you hid my packs
It was time a brother went to war, vests banged up
Staining in the kitchen, yo, holding a four
Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend
Heard you had homey in the passenger seating
Honey, look, I'm a monster don, I do monster things
That's why I put your ass under my arm
Messing with him can bring bodily harm
And where you gonna hide in the streets when the body is gone
If it's one thing I learned that, never trust a female
On no scale, you just confirmed that
Bounce to your momma house, pack your shit
I don't care if you crying, you’s a ruthless chick
Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face I'll spot you
My girl cousins, they gon' rock you

(Chorus)

(Ne-Yo)
Shorty what is you thinking bout
Didn't I put you down
Flyest whips, rollin' round like yea
That's the bosses chick, on the side
I might of had, one or two
Them silly broads wasn't nothing on you
Rolling with him, try'na get revenge
That's what you just don't do

(Chorus to fade)