DEB: Hey baby I'm outta here I'm goin' to work.

BITCH: Bitch you know you ain't goin' to no motherfuckin' work! You

prob'ly goin' 'round one of them long cock slimy hoes'

motherfuckin' house!

DEB: Oh you callin' me a liar bitch? I'll fuck you up in here!

BITCH: Who you gon' fuck up? You gon' GET fucked up! I'm tired every

time I motherfuckin' turn around a bitch comin' to me talkin'

'bout, you fuckin' with them ...

DEB: Hey, hold up, hold up, check this out ...

Verse 1: Debonaire

When you first moved in, you ain't talked so slick

All you had to do was clean and take dick

Knowin' that Deb would bring home the bacon

Everything was cool, but now you break him

Sayin' how I don't take you out

Like when we first met, but think about

This motherfucker that bought you cribs

Comin' home to fast food instead of home-cooked ribs

I ain't complained, but you go on

Talkin' 'bout shit like your period's on

Sayin' how I spend too much time

Away from you with those friends of mine

A nigga will be a nigga

And a hoe will think that he's trying to egg her

So, bitch, you better get it straight

Before you become the bitch that I hate

BITCH: JT, I ain't with that shit! How you gon' be a dog and don't

even know it 'round here, bullshittin' me like that? You got me

fucked up! I deserve better bullshit than that! I ain't with

all that fuck-shit, talkin' 'bout, "I don't do this, I don't do

that," man, you better come clean with that fuck-shit! You

know better than that!

JT: Hold up, hold up, let me straighten all this shit right here!