Proof - Intro Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce,
live at Club Runyan, where all girls with
burgundy hair get in free. G-Unit in da house!
What up baby. Performin' live tonight live on
stage. . .Captain Save-'em-hoe, and the fabulous
Case y'all. Stick 'em out y'all. All my Detroit
playas, let's go!

Kon Artis - Chorus I ain't set the stroke and
I ain't for games, I just came to fuck and maybe
get some brain. I got a woman at the crib so I
ain't your man. I'll be damned, I'll be damned,
I'll be damned. You know all I really wanna do is
fuck. I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set
me up. And if you think I'm that stupid you done
pressed your luck. I'll be damned, I'll be
damned, I'll be damned.

Kon Artis You gave right. Yes I love
monage-é-tois and I got drawers as big as
guys's big "wah". I'm a trick daddy
nigga, so bitch how you figure that I wouldn't
turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya. I
probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk,
but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump. When
my mind's on hump to me my .9's in the trunk, and
Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt.
Not once, twice, but three times the lover that
your man is, and I'm a freak undercover. I got
plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother.
I got five of them motherfuckers tryin' to smother
me already. We can't go steady, but you can give
me head. Give me that, get the hell out my bed,
and leave the shit. My chap lips will cut nipples
when breast fed, and on the way, leave the bread
with Achman. I'd love for you to stay but I got
another date, with a fat chick that eat cake on
playskates. She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed
me grace plus my man in the closet ran out of
videotape.

Chorus

Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/GBn Swift I'ma make this one thing clear, ain't
no woman hear gon' ruin my career. All the hell
you doin' is pursuin' a dream, that's when you
find out that life ain't truly what it seems. All
these hoes be lyin', bullshittin' each other. And
why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber. He
might as well have went and told the hoe that he
love her. I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to
court for my mother, or my wife, and my sisters.
So motherfuck a mistress. They signin' a contract
before these bitches hit this. Never will a woman
take me out that way. I keep a RCA camera in
there motherfuckin' face.

Chorus

Bizarre What's your name again? It doesn't
matter. My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr.
Mathers. Sit down girl. Let me get you a drink.
I'ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink.
From day one, I knew you was a hoe. I put a
rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'. Turn
around, let me see your nasty ass. Put on a Jason
mask while I take off your maxi pads.

Kuniva These hoes be on some bullshit. Always
tryin' to pull shit outta they ass. Get mad and
put you on blast. Tell 'em bitches how she fucked
you, sucked you, put it on you, boned you.
Yappin' off with they mouth sayin' she loved you.
All on your dick, callin' your phone, spazzin' and
shit. Havin' a fit until you feel like callin' it
quits. Then she starts callin' your chick,
wantin' to fight. Everytime you show up at a gig,
she front row with her friends. Flippin' you off.
Follow you to the bar, the bathroom, the parkin'
lot, to the car, pissin' you off. Until you
blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout.
You get locked up for assault and now you asked
out.

Chorus