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    Verse One: Phife Dawg

    Went to Carvel to get a milk shake
    This honey ripped me off of my loot case
    The car oh yeah there's money in my jacket
    Somebody broke into my ride and cold macked it
    Yo tip I tell you man the devil's trying it
    But I'm goin to stay strong cause I ain't bying it
    Tonight I'm taking Sherry out
    I don't have jack to wear
    You know I've got to look dipped in the freshest gear
    Cool I found something so I ironed it
    I think I caught up on the phone
    Oh shit I'm trying it
    Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this?
    I think I'll pull out my super ? and serve this
    My little brother wants Barney, cool I'm getting it
    Took him down to Kay-Bee, they ain't sellin it
    Here we go with the crying, yo he's throwing fits
    My blood pressure blowing up, I can't take this shit
    Finally got what he wanted now he's good to go
    Again 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 me
    Where the hell can Nicki be? I'm goin to smack her up
    I got the tickets for the Knicks and she cold stood me up
    I need to hit a hunny off yo drill pas me the phone
    Pulled out my hooker hoes, oh yo Sheela's home
    Steady smiling like a mother yo I'm wrecked to bone
    Went down on hun, she's in the red zone
    Stressed out more than one could ever be
    Forever trying to clear the sample for my new LP
    With all these trials and tribulations yo I've been affected
    And to top it off, Starks got ejected

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    Verse Two: Phife Dawg

    Just last week my girl was stressing me
    Now her best friend be underssing me
    Well I was lovin her by the moon lit
    Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte'
    Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop
    Walking towards the car, here come the damn cops
    Now I'm station bound for the thai sticks
    I bought it for my man, I don't believe this shit
    Coach sat me down from the ball team
    Cause I was breakin niggaz on the inseams
    Some niggas cross town was trying to stick me
    All I had was shorts, a dollar fifty
    Picked up this gir in the hoopty
    Just because of her rhymes she tried to soup me
    Pay for this and pay for that loot for nails and hair
    Who the hell do you think I am, Mr. Belvedere?
    Go and get a bloddy job then can we look cute
    Even if you get me boots, you'll neva see my loot
    She wasn't even all of that just anothe hooker
    Took the journey that ass way, quick like Chucky Booker
    Sometimes you got put the hoes in their freakin place
    Just 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!!]

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