Something About Susan

I told you, hated the way you always used to leave me

I saw you at the club with that motherfucker Ci-Ci

I pulled up, you was in the front of the club

I saw another nigga huggin you you know I was trippin

I had to dip in, order me a dirty martini and best believe me

I really didn't want a bitch to see me

So I put on the spydie's took out my I.D. and

I have to keep the knife right behind me till ya by me

I was in the bathroom shakin the dick off when he came in

I wanted to pull out the N9ne milli and bash his brains in

Grr, you know how Brotha Lynch will do it

Walk up on a nigga with 2 blades and give a nigga 2 slits

Na, my main goal was the same ho

She used to let me put the Ruger up in the anal

I taught her all that shit now the next nigga benefactin

Irv take me to the hook I need an intermission

I swear I love her, I never let her out of my sights

There's no more livin if I ever let her out of my life

Cause when she's not 'round it's just not right

You are my heart, I give you my all

Somethin bout Susan she keep my bed warm

I go to sleep with her then I wake up in the morn

Then she right by me side then we hop in the ride

With a bottle in my hand, thats how we drink and drive

85 on a 35, straight pushin

Theres somethin bout Susan keep haters just lookin

When the sun goes down, we dress up in all black

Matchin outfits, she been down since way back

Back when I used to cook crack at the house

And even though she set ya boy in a cell a couple times thats my spouse

And I love her but I hate her, when she spit at other niggas

Put me in situations where she get at other niggas

Now she got the police askin questions lookin for her

Im bout to wrap her up and leave he on the river floor

Im bout drill this chick(?) and so much water like a moor

This my love train all aboard, till death do us

3 in the morning I can't sleep I'm having bad dreams

I keep seeing bad shit, this was a bad week

I had bad month, shit... I had a bad year

I had a bad life even before she came here

I used to tell them I was married to the music

And I never should've changed that

I Gotta get my strange back!

I used to write every morning and smoke hella weed

I used to be on the road, used to make hella cheese

And now I'm struggling broke

And you could tell I'm heated

Bringing bullshit in my life

And I don't really need it

I think I'm smoking too much

It's like suicide

I won't eat, won't shower

Between you and I

My trust is all fucked up

I'm ready to give the fuck up!

I'm ready to murder everything!

My life is all sucked up!

I'm tired of all this shit!

And now the next nigga benefitted

Irv, take me to the hook

I need an intermission...