Only You - T-Rock, Gangsta Boo

1 — For only you nigga, I would cherish all of these times

For only you, I’d live a fuckin' world of crime

For only you, give me feelings that I can’t understand

For only you, be the one to help me murda yo' man

I love you nigga, listen to me, tell me what you need

I got yo' back & front, baby, do what you please

But you hurt me, boy, you just drivin' me crazy

Thinkin' of the day we met in yo' 600 Mercedes

Havin' suicidal thoughts

Oops, I love you too much

You just don’t know what you be doin' when I’m feelin' yo' touch

Get to schemin, play a role, like I’m in a soap opera

Findin' bitches number in yo' wallet, and how I’mma stop it

(What should I do?) Go bother the niggas that is down wit yo' crew

]From me to you, this Gangsta Boo, and I’m just tellin' the truth

You hurt me bad, feelin' strange, wit revenge on my mind

Call my baby from the 8 and say «it's been a long time»

How are ya doin'?

(Doin' great)

I got problems on mind

This nigga told me that he love me, but I guess he’s a liar

Somebody, bye bitch nigga, I’mma get yo' ass back

You played up on a real bitch, now it’s time fo' yo' nap

This is givin' me asistance in committin' adultery in the late night

Makin' love 'til ya had me where I couldn’t concentrate right

Hypnotizin' my thought process wit love,?

& venom

Prepared to kill for you, I fold, make sure pistol that pin 'em

Though you be wit it, this affair is too good to be true

It must be blessed

Besides, yo' man is too posessive & over-protective

You want him deceased, I’ll be da trigga man on the piece

After it’s over, you & I can have an intimate feast

Let me know the time & location plus how to do it

You told me 12 at yo' house, sliced & least dilluted

So I’m creepin' to the doorstep of your 30 million mansion

It’s time fo' havoc, ???, he’ll be evicted on the fuckin' minute

You been takin' shovin' & orders

He bust & you’re a torch

Sliced him to death, threw his carcus over the river water

Now it’s Paco & Miss Lady, modern day Clyde & Bonnie

Livin' off your husbands real money, for greediness ???

I tried to be good, I didn’t want to set him up for this

But mama sold jewelry, what you sold you bitch

I’m cookin', makin' him feel good after it’s all planned

I’m havin' second thoughts but now I got me a new man

(His last meal)

Like his ass locked up hell tight

I sexed him down once he ate his food, this was like right

After the clock struck 9, 12 on midnight, he finished

Cuz my baby Paco wanna blow his brains on the ceiling

Hope his folks don’t be mad

Fuck it!

I just might flee

Because he left a lot of money in the S-A-F-E

Too good to be true

Gangsta Boo love somebody

But you nobody until yo' ass kill somebody

I’m thinkin' quick, my hands are wet, maybe it’s from my sweat

11:45 is here, I guess the stash it 'tected

So blood baths can begin cuz I’m in it to win

Not to be hurt in the end

I’m a deadly friend