Roxanne Shanté - Straight Razor lyrics

[Verse 1] One bad b**h, throw your hands up Ain't goin' like a s**er, come on motherf**er stand up I'm givin' out Frankenstein's [pictures?] So come all at one time, I got somethin' for all you blind b**hes Wanna fight me for the dumb sh**? But as soon as you comin' out your mouth, [back that a** is it?] See b**hes get out of hand for nothin' at all Small talk about somebody wanna f** a man The n***a ain't all that, he abuses you And cruises through Manhattan with that stupid-a** [hat?] Thinkin' that he's some kind of villain They shot up his man, the duck motherf**er ran from the k**in' And you's a stupid-a** ho For thinkin' that a n***a that be with a crazy [?] won't let you go But this here's another story Cause see that I walk with a gun no matter who runs the territory Cause see hoes be jumpin' fast But I just pull it and put a bullet inside your a** Sometimes you're in a jam Can you deal with the fact somebody else is f**in' your man? And it happens kinda quick Your bust in the house, another b**h's mouth is s**in' on your man's dick But do you do things straight, or do you run to the back? Open the trunk, the nickel-plate 38 "Wait wait, baby, please" That's the sh** he's coppin' when he's down on both his knees And to you the girl's a slouch So you pull the trigger, her brains fell behind the couch Now you're facin' 25 to life For what, a s*ut? When you wasn't the n***a's wife? Now your a** is in a ditch He doesn't accept your collect call, ain't that a (b**h) [Verse 2] You cuttin' up b**hes like a maniac You losin' your girl, ain't a n***a in the world worth all that No matter how many minks he buy, how many d** he supplies He has his eyes on another girl's thighs That's why he fly to the streets Meetin' up with another b**h, and takin' her to eat Girls to him they come a dime a dozen And they probably f**ed his brother, f**ed his father, f**ed his cousin How many more can I name? You givin' all his relatives the p**y, it's a f**in' shame So you [?] the crab [? time?] that you got a dagger and went and started to stab This motherf**er in his sleep It's either that or pull a trigger on a n***a you can't keep For self. Look out for yourself and stop worryin' about the rest Go 'bout your day you tell the kid go 'head with his self That's how it's done in a minute He's goes on a roll and patrol for a ho to put his pole in it And it ain't nothin' new Just think of all the dirty sh** he did to you You [safely state?] but he still goes He says "b**h, you wanna own a dick you gotta go buy a dil*o" So you don't give a f** Because he's all about makin' a quick buck and gettin' his dick s**ed And yo it ain't gonna change A n***a like that is impossible to rearrange So what you do: f** him, f** the money, and the blazer Give that n***a a straight razor [Verse 3] So you can k** all that hand bit And save it for the [?] because it's dead and he can die from that man sh** Lock him up, well I doubt it A n***a can hump every c*nt and ain't sh** that you can do about it You're better off to forget him A n***a don't wanna dig in his own ditch, then b**h don't f** with 'im You got a n***a that plays, ya walk around with a razor Cause you got that you can fight like Frazier So you duck him. Tell him good luck, and motherf** him And if your bu*t's still stuck, you better buck him Tell the buck you don't need him And beat him up and down, don't frown To beat him, that's how you defeat him Scream and shout until you pa** out And if he doesn't [?] then throw his motherf**in' a** out f** the bills he pays, leave him in pain for days When you give him a straight razor