b real whatta you know the nigga stole my dough so i reached in the closet for the 4 4 jus hold on just wait a minute it s gone along with my big bad nickel plated whatta you know the fucker took my phone i still can t believe that he robbed my home whatta you know i think he got to the herb and the ferria and the jewlery and the mossberg whatta you know i can t find my keys to the 6 5 all the way live on d s whatta you know i can t find my rolex with the 21 diamonds shinin on flecks whatta you know when i find that mark ass nigga i mma cut out his fuckin heart sen dog whatta you know i came up on this baller for the dollar and the weed sack and his impala whatta you think when you can t trust your so called homie like me and you thought that you know me whatta you feel when you re lookin in the closet and the gat s gone and so is your cellular phone whatta you know i took your loot and the jewels with the buddah and the laptop in the nickel plated tool whatta you know now i run the show with the phat pockets and the nigga s fly gold wahtta you think when ya ass gets jacked by a homie who was supposed to have your back b real whatta you know i m rollin in my zone and i think i see the puto who rigged my home i got the glock in the glove should i dump on the man leave him lying in the mud wahtta you know he pulled out my 4 4 now i got no choice so i let it all flow the motherfucker s all blastin 4 5 equal in time for some tractions slide action no question forty five slug is bad for your complexion the puto s cryin like a bitch now the puto s lyin in a fuckin ditch b real you can t even trust your fuckin best homeboy these days homes you got to sleep with one eye fuckin open payback s a motherfuckin bitch that puto should ve watched his fuckin back 