Lyrics:

F- the b-, f-all the stank-a- hoes, all my n- know
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, Gucci Don, you know how we play
F- scandalous-a- b-, you know how it go, Gooch
I meet a b-, f- a b-
Next thing you know you f- the b-
You just pass it around and s-, pass the s- like a cold and s-
F- 'em
Now when I'm f- off gin I'm invincible
Don't love no ho, that's my principle
'Cause uh, b- come
(and uh) b- go
That's why I get my nut and I be out the f- door (you know)
You know they might be the one to set me up
Want to get they little brother to wet me up
That's why I tote TECs and stuff to get them off my case
Just in case the little f- ends up misplaced
I don't give a b- enough to catch the bus
And when I see the semen I'm leaving
B- be scheming, I kid you not
That's why I keep my windows locked and my Glock cocked
One ho said, 'Big, why you so hard on us?
Why you swear all b- are so scandalous?'
Thug n- until the end, tell a friend b-
'Cause when I like you, then you go and f- my friend b-
(And you know that ain't right)
You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine
You see, I don't sweat these h-
I keep them in flavors like Timbos and Girbauds
B- just like to play the merry-go
(yeah we know, drop the scenario)
It was me, Dee, the MPV
The blunts and brew thang, knocking some Wu-tang
M-E-T-H-Oh s-, look at them lips and them hips on that b
Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious s-
Light the blunt clip, and recognize a pimp
Needless to speak, the G's obsolete
Don't sleep, banged the skins in a week
On the creep up the avenue
I seen her on the block, who she rapping to?
That's my n- Dee, damn he got G
Now she f- him and f- me, see
You know that ain't right
You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine
Uh now I play her far like a moon play a star
She still sweat me hard 'cause I'm a rap star
I be cruising up the block, I be passing her
Pimping hard with the female passenger
And the only time I call her to hang
Is when me and Dee blunted up, pissy, scheming on a gang-bang
She should have used her intuition
Then she wouldn't be classified in that position, listen
She's saying I dissed her 'cause I'm f- her sister
A message to the fellas, that really gets them pissed, uh
But she started that f- family
She f- my man Dee, so why she mad at me? (True)
Plus your sister look better than you
Give head better than you, p- get wetter than you
So break the f- out like a rash
I'm glad I ain't spend no cash to hit your nasty a-
You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine