Good Girl Gone Bad

(Verse One)

Mikey woke us up when he beeped us

Said he found some dope, not only dope but it was cheapest

Gave me the numbers, I said "Yo B,

My nigga Mike done found some bricks 11-7 a ki" (yeah)

It didn't sound legit, but still we chanced it

And if it came through, we hit a big lick

11-7 real clean

Then turn back around and sell them bitches for 17

We gathered up the money, we could score six

Headed out to meet him with 2 uzi's and four clips

Ready for whatever

If we went down, we went down together

We met him in his complex

Niggas were hanging out, "You ready to roll?" (Bet)

I knew it was fuckery

Wanted to see the money, said he never trusted me

But I can understand that

I got the money right here, now where's the fucking dope at

Now it's the time for the testing out the dope

To see if it's flour, sheep rock, or some powder soap

He went to his car to go and get it

And never came back, oh shit, I wasn't with it

Got me real mad

Now that's the first example of a good girl gone bad

(Verse Two)

Sticking around would be real dumb

Fuck this shit, I ain't waiting to see the outcome

I hopped in my muthafuckin' shit

Steady peepin' out my rearview, ready to shoot a bitch

I got on the phone and called Chiefey

He got me up with Jay, and I told him where to meet me

These niggas be jacking you in Texas

Met up into ?session? and tossed the money in a Lexus

I'm on my way back to the crib

Bido was ?naughty?, now guess what these niggas did

Tried to run us off the freeway

I slammed on my brakes, grabbed my shit and got ready to spray

And that's about the time B woke up

Popped in his clip, and lit him a smoke up

Doing about 90 trying to catch him

We spotted the bastard, said commence to shooting at him

Somebody was riding in the trunk

The bitch flew open, that was a nigga with a pump

He aimed at the windshield (Duck!)

Blasting the seat and in our face (Aww fuck!)

Jay and Chief must of followed us

Pulled up beside him, and pulled out the ride gun

Put the driver's ass in check

We veered to the left and watch the muthafuckas wreck

We exited the freeway fast

A perfect example of a good girl gone bad

(Verse Three)

Now it's time to do him

Called up Mike to help us find him cause he knew him

My nigga was real pissed

Cause them hoes that had him mixed up in the middle of this fuck shit

We followed Big Mike in his jeep

Snuck up on him and caught his ass in his sleep

His little boy was sleeping with him

I had to wake him up cause it was time to get him

But I ain't give a fuck what he done

I ain't gonna kill him in the presence of his fucking son

So I drug him outside

He started to beg "Bitch be the fuckin' lying"

Took him to the bayou

Your ass has got to go for that bullshit you tried bro

"But what about my son?" I got him

He's in real good hands, he'll close his eyes then I shot him

Now his son is calling me dad

I got something more valueable than money, from a good girl gone bad