Yukmouth]
  Welcome
  Little boys and girls, listen
  A man can get caught up in things (Right)
  It's like a gridlock (Right)
  He gots ta have it (ugh ugh), his girl got his mind (ugh ugh)
  Took over his whole body, he needs her (Speak on it)
  He can't live without her (Ugh!), dig this
  
  Her name was Lady Heroin, I think he met her at a Chevron
  Late night stressin he caught his wife sexin with his cousin Stefan
  He told his wife to get to step on
  before I start lettin loose on your skanless ass with the weap-on
  Then since he's learnt, involved in a three year marriage
  Arguin, fightin with his wife at night, arrested by sheriff
  Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in your drawers
  and all of this because his wife tried to put the knife to his balls
  And oh naw, cock the seat uhh, she tried to straight Lorraine Lee Bobbit me
  I woke up out of a dream, she was on top of me
  Screamin that's how it gotta be, holdin a dagger
  I grabbed my gat, point it at her, she dropped the dagger, I slapped her
  Months after he got out of jail, seriously hooked on girl
  Lips chapped, face pale, body skinny and frail
  Tales of a married man whose life was stressed too much
  Had to resort to snortin drugs and such just to keep in touch
  with himself, his wife suin for half of the wealth (uhh)
  And all that shootin in his veins was gettin bad for his health
  His cards was dealt, methamphetamines on the shelf
  Smokin the creamery, the greatest thing the man ever felt
  Now he's high, pull over on the bridge ???
  Ready to die, he took his last swig of Reynell
  A livin hell, he climbed on the rail then he yelled
  "God all my life I failed" as he slipped and fell, oh girl
  
  [Chorus]
  Why'd you have to do me that way?
  I love you til this day
  Even stinks to think you're the one we used to stay
  Girl, why'd you have to leave for so long?
  I'll never give you up
  Never seemed to act touchable, that was the start
  
  [Crooked I]
  She was a gangsta ass bitch, the greatest of all time
  She took my heart and my mind, turned me to a life of crime
  Now I'm, under pressure to impress her
  I wake up, put on my bullet proof vestin
  grab my Smith & Wessin off the dresser
  then I, hop up in a chopped up rag Tre
  When I, cross your path you're havin a bad day
  Cos I, make the automatic mag spray
  Gimme the cash, she taught me to get mine the fast way
  I creep on ballers while they blaze joints
  I'm snatchin caine boulders and jackin Range Rovers at gauge point
  Under hypnosis, robbin the closest nigga
  The diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is from doses of liquor
  that I'm sippin by the picture, tryin to ditch ya
  but when ever she get dug, the bitch'll be witcha for richer
  or poorer, through sickness and health
  Eyewitness, if I shake this mistress I can handle business myself
  But I love her so much I'm stuck in her clutches
  I talk about her, can't walk without her, she's my crutches
  She showed a young nigga how to check grip
  Connectin me with the correct licks to collect chips
  And if I leave her, no question I'm destined to hurt
  And she's the reason half of the homies are restin in dirt
  It's Crooked I next, I'll probably get dropped by some metal (some metal)
  Just for comin around my girl (who?), the ghetto (my girl)
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Knumskull]
  I'm curbside, and my girl sellin graciously
  Never no worries, and if Task kick, we skeet and scurry
  I'm posted up makin my squillion
  My mind set - I don't stop til I get a million
  But I'm seein baby momma's and grandpas gettin double
  Legit, that ain't my problem cos I bubble
  I always wonder why friends came back for mo' and mo'
  The high was fantastic, smelt like plastic but it's dope
  Scope the area before I made moves, losin gains
  was the up-and-downs in this so-called game but hey
  Take the punches and blows, put aside, the crack babies
  Dope fiend mommas and nasty hoes, peep
  I'm walkin around the spot with a bundle in my mouth
  Yay leakin through the plastic in drastic amounts
  I'm feelin wide eyed, probably lookin like a tweaker
  Spit the bundle in my palm, and tried to keep calm
  My dove shrunk down, to tens, I'm high off crack
  and damn, it didn't really feel bad
  Started thinkin, this use to be a rich man high
  I gotta high drug tolerance so I'll give it a try
  Went home and did my thang, snatched a two hundred bundle for keeps
  The shit was so good I was Pookie for two weeks
  Luckily, I bounced back, but I stopped sellin cream
  Now this is like one big dream, oh girl
  
  Chorus to fade