Lyrics:

Ain't no crime, for doing don't give up (oh oh, oh no)
There's that you down and there's the truth
Niggas get behind for the spousal abuse
And the hoe ain't even hurt
But she rather see you turned up and worked the door (woah woah woah)
Damn bitch, I swear it ain't gat to be like this
Men all the bay mamas drama bullshit gat a nigga pissed
Am in court more for child support not was for selling kids
Bitch please all this cheese, you gat me spending on legal fees
Could've been put away for my kids education and well being
But instead you tripping and just can't stand what you seeing me in the media
Me real legal, I gat a new girl and all
But I left your place stocked so you and the kids can still ball
But you wanna be greedy and try to get mark for loo
And the cold thing about it, is that you and your mama is in cahoots
What kind of shit is that hoe, you want half of my doe
Like you flow, one on two on just to unwrap half my show
I don't think so damn gold diggers ain't nothing nice
I was a fool to put my dick out and knock you up twice
You scare less my thrust left and think you know
My two beautiful babies is all I can ever thank you for
I used to over look small shit I could've looked as a diss
But in a million years I never thought that it would result to this
I should've known looking at your mama it should've told me
Like my Granny say fruits don't fall far from the tree
You've had shopping spree, luxury cars and vacations
How you gon sue me after I've paid for you college education
But its all cool bitch life goes on its all legit
I love my kids dearly and they ain't never want for shit
Am continuing to be the daddy in this fucked up world
I never put nothing before my son and pretty little girl
Shit the juice make spousal abuse to much time to serve
Instead i marry who i did and kicked your black ass to the curb you punk bitch
Ain't no crime, for doing don't give up (oh oh, oh no)
There's that you down and there's the truth
Niggas get behind for the spousal abuse
And the hoe ain't even hurt
But she rather see you turned up
Hold up, how you gon play me like some nigga in the 80 Katy shit you baby daddy
And there's German sport car like a sport star big cheese up
Shrink please, shrink ease up, we in a argument
You wanna pull your sleeves up chance getting beat up
Had me brought up on a charge
But if you ain't no marks, then you didn't get hit that hard
But don't provoke me beyond that crazy shit
Had you tide up in the trunk naked on the slim shady shit, cause you wanna shave and shit
Could've being a baller Jet had all of it
Amma get mine regardless, I should've listened to my own gees
I should've listened to my own diss
Try to do fine on your own, for try'na be grown
Don't ever bite the hand that feeds you, bitch I don't need you
Must've had that presidential tint, I could've seen through your fucked up ways
Men I hadn't had some fucked up days
Ain't no crime, for doing don't give up(oh oh, oh no)
There's that you down and there's the truth
Niggas get behind for the spousal abuse
And the hoe ain't even hurt
But she rather see you turned up worked the door (woah woah woah)