What's up everybody? This is for one of the songs I'm puttin' on my album. I only got 2 verses right now, but figured I'd let people see how it is so far. I didn't ahve a chorus really until I started practice the verses as I was writing. So I figured I'd stick wit it.
FuQ - 2005 ©
A lot can go down, from my part of town
Whisper or they screamin' out, word gets around
I heard ya shorty got a plan, to be wit another man
Do more than hold hands, layin back on Cancun sands
Makes me wonder where she got money cuz she ain't got a job
Barely been wit her new hook-up to get a nice payoff
Did U give in, let her win, let her live her life anew
I guess no moral knowledge advice came from homies in ya crew
Tellin U the truth of what U should do
so U don't hit the roof, if boo is steppin' out on U
Seen her the other day, passin' round my way
Askin' "What's wrong wit him?" and "Will he be ok?"
I didn't know, I let that topic go and disappear
But what I heard b4 was clear cuz I kept an open ear
So how U gonna go bout it? Try 2 catch her
Talk it over and forgive her, or say "F*** it" and forget her
U should scrutinize and try 2 realize
She in it to use guys, take what they got and cause demise
Minds in a better world cuz our mistakes was dumb
Pass it on cuz we teammates wit this 4-1-1
CHORUS
Someone gotta have the 4-1-1
the information I need to get my problems done
and outta the way
Tell me whatcha heard, what did they say?
I barely kept in touch wit a best friend
Outta mind, then I hear of racial debatin' and that's invitin' her in again
At our lunch table, I couldn't stay stable
Kept from speakin what I'm thinkin, that b-i-t-c-h label
Hate fake friends cuz they was overlookin the fact
She said "All I said was I don't like black guys all like that"
Kept pressurin' the issue, better hope that they don't get U
Admire our culture and they be like vultures tryna pick thru
Remember one time, when U said n****z on the phone
Ya explanation, I wasn't takin', wish U left it alone
Always screamin to get ya point across like ya da boss
Not even necessary, I try to be humble and treat ya fairly
But it's a rarity to see a good end
Depend on the like the last link of a chain, a lost gain
Breat it into dust, desinagrate, no us
Go to ya other boys for that ugly lust
I stick stance, no game of chance
Split ways, it's ok, cuz I'll still advance
Never puffin'; so memories that I got..
become nothin, I ain't sufferin'
I'm a go wit a flow that's cool
Dueling wit da world when I'm outta high school
Playin games, no fun wit the wrong one
Got it before it's too late, that 4-1-1
CHORUS
3rd Verse (???)