I Love Her To Death

You know, it's somethin you girls don't understand about the fast life

You might be a figga's last wife

And one thing about money

it's a heart breaker

and a widow maker

So you wanna run around with your little drugs and thugs

and keep buggin, baby

[ VERSE 1 ]

She love to be infatuated with the gangland-

Street-dwellin felon, judges use to play hangmen

On the low she was a TLC creeper

Got her phone disconnected and somehow got a beeper

Then she tried to run that 'only I got the number'

'Sun, you don't believe me?' Call me Stevie cause I Wonder

Who was beepin honey everytime we was alone

Couldn't say it was her mother cause Nine-Ex deaded they phone

Let me guess, it was her girlfriend Sheila

The one who makes her living just by trickin different drug dealers

Don't work, with three kids by different brothers

Gettin welfare subsidized rent, live with her mother

In the projects she runs with the usual suspects

Wild figgas who bust Tecs over by Prospect

That's where the dope is at, always where the cash is at

Suckers gettin money showin chickens where they stash is at

Only to impress em and persuade em

Not really date em but lay them and then play them

I got vexed, but the sex made me wanna

While I was sleepin she was creepin in a 4-runner

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I love her to death

But I can't kill myself

She bad for my health

I need somethin else

I love her to death

And I ain't even tryin to kill her

But she be wantin drug dealers

And 4-wheelers

I love her to death

But I can't kill myself

She bad for my health

I need somethin else

I love her to death

And I ain't even tryin to kill her

But she be wantin drug dealers

[ VERSE 2 ]

Before I knew it, son, her name was bein dropped

Some crab who had a heron shop slash barber shop

Paid that no mind, but I heard it through the grapevine

And never woulda thought she would let somebody take mine

Coulda have been overreactin for no reason

Why should I have to stress the bitch to keep that ass from skeezin

Dollar signs had her wantin to be hooked

She got real sheisty and changed her whole look

I told her if I caught her with whoever then I'm flippin

On both her men, huh, she asked me why I'm trippin

Maybe cause she was dippin spreadin out on the low

Couldn't tell her who to hang with or where she could go

Before we used to sex daily, then twice a week

Overhearin in the street, "Yo, his girl became a freak"

True, her and Sheila, they be ridin willies' cars

Goin clubbin late night, sniffin in after hour bars

She denied it, son, I felt like swingin

It don't mean she bangin cause she out there hangin

But then again it could, so I'll be sure

Don't you hate it when you feel somebody's bonin yours?

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3 ]

We started arguin for every little thing

One day we had an argument and honey tried to swing

I caught her hand quickly, so she couldn't hit me

Then she started sayin how she breakin up with me

I ain't need the stress, so I let her keep steppin

Honey started transportin for loot, carryin weapons

After we broke up I would always see her dip

Makin out of town trips, niggas sayin that I slip

Her drug dealer man flashin grands perpetratin

He know my occupation and don't want no conversation

I always tried to school her, but she was hard-headed

I knew she would regret it, her mother even said it

Her man showboatin, had a shoot-out with somebody

They came back on a hush and bust em with the shotie

Pushed his whole wig back, I seen it and was buggin

Layin dead right beside him was that chicken I was lovin

[ CHORUS (2X) ]

Now we send this piece out to all the young sisters out there

Best thing you can do, baby, is to stay in school

get yourself a nice job and settle down

cause the streets ain't no place for a woman

Peace