P. G.

Feel a little weak 

I can barely sleep

Thoughts run in my head

Pain is going deep

Can't get out my head

Nasty things you said

Wanna get a gun

Shoot you down dead

Pack up yo' shit

Raise your hand to hit

Block ya like Bruce

Nigga must be lit

You ain't worth my time

Ain't worth a dime

Go on with that chick

I'm a' be fine

 

Chorus:

Get the hell on

So I can get back to me

'Cause my gun is ready to go

Don't think I won't

 

Here's the thing I hate

You're making me irate

What more can I do

You 'bout to seal your fate

I cook and I clean

I even use chlorine

I wash your funky drawers

I keep this house pristine

I guess it ain't enough

I know I got the stuff

I'll find another man

Who'll appreciate my love

Unless you wanna feel

The heat from my steel

I suggest you leave

'Cause this shit just got real

 

Chorus

 

Bridge:

I tried to warn you

Don't make me cross the line

But you wouldn't change

So now you'll pay the fine

I tried to tell you 

You won't find better than me

But you won't listen

You shoulda let me be

 

So, what's she got

That I ain't got?

Better say something

"Cause ya 'bout to get shot

Is she really young?

Is she really hot?

Maybe she's all

The things that I'm not

You didn't think

Enough of us to give

Ourselves a second chance

To live and let live

Get up off the floor

Crawl away and out

Can't stand the sight of you

I can do without

 

Chorus

 

Repeat bridge

 

Repeat Chorus