Lyrics:

[Mase:] Yo, yo check it, when we go in to see the nigga, B
Just say it, B. That's all you gotta do wit this nigga

[Trey:] Oh man that's, that's more your man than mine

[Mase:] Yo, why the fuck you can't just say what you
And you saw him and you still ain't say it and it's goin' on
Said you was gon' say when you seen him on Saturday.
[Trey:] Man you tell him half, I'll tell him the other half
Sunday, though.



[Prisoner:] What the deal?
[Mase:] Whassup my nigga, got your gomez, me and Trey here.

[Trey:] Whassup man?
[Prisoner:] Yo, y'all still on the corner, huh?


[Mase:] Nigga don't look right clean, right?
This nigga don't smoke no more.

[Prisoner:] Hard to tell, huh?
[Trey:] Yeah, I'm aight.


[Prisoner:] Ok, so let's rip your pockets open. What's the deal?
You know I'm gettin' married and all that, right?

[Mase:] Word?


[Trey:] Yeah, (to Mase) Now you definitely gotta tell him)

[Prisoner:] One of y'all better tell me, come on, whassup?
Mase, you gotta tell me, hit me I'll fuck y'all niggas up if y'all don't
[Mase:] Fuck you mean I could tell him?

Tell me.
[Mase:] Yo check it, You know shorty got a trick, not a trick
We was coming out the club and shorty was getting out the car
With money that we ain't shottin' at on 18th street
But you know, it's a trip that, that you know, we was watchin'
[Prisoner:] What shorty? Not my shorty. The one

I'm gettin' married to?


[Mase:] The shorty you gettin' married to.
Wasn't gon' marry her anyway, you know? I'm just tellin' her dreams,
[Prisoner:] Fuck that bitch, yo.

You know me.
[Mase:] Little devil.

[Prisoner:] Oh, man.

[Mase:] Word B, fuck that bitch, though.

[Prisoner:] If *you* say it, fuck that bitch.
Y'ALL CRAZY MAN, Y'ALL MOTHA' FUCKERS IS CRAZY
NOT MY FUCKIN' SHORTY, NOT MY FUCKIN', FUCKIN' BITCH

[Mase:] You what's wrong with you, dog?

[Prisoner:] I loved her.