Zigg Zagg - The Argument, Pt. 2 lyrics

(feat. Brotha Lynch Hung) [Zigg Zagg: speaking] Da Argument The Argument number two [Zigg Zagg:] And where was you last night You know I hit you 'bout like one o'clock And if you don't know by now, you put me on the spot I'm fed up, shit, tired, sick and I can't even breathe 'Bout to put myself in prison and do you off in yo sleep What was you thinkin? You smell like stank ass bitch right now What was you drankin? Don't apologize, I'm packin up for a while I can't believe it you given away a whole zip for a dub And to the hoe you spent the night wit Hide Cause push comes to shove Blood runs much thicker than water, but don't wash Next time you feelin sad and look over at me, I don't talk Two kids and twelve years, but still I can't get the respect This whole relationship thing to me is like a comedy act You keep complainin at me night after night I'ma leave and you be framin me wit all dis bullshit I just can't breathe And you be blamin me for what you be doin I'm leavin please don't try to call me on my personal time That's what I mean [Brotha Lynch:] It's like therapy See you can sit there and stare at me You can even smell me Go 'head you can tell me Only time you see me get jealous is when you fuckin up I trust you 'round the fellas Better toughin up Or get tossed up, this ain't no soap opera This ain't O.J. & Nee-Cole Creep up and pop ya, smashin in the Bronco End up getting locked up Run up to the enemy and he end up getting socked up I ain't got no money for Cochran, no matter what you talkin Don't make come at you with the glocked in like McGlockton I smoke to much weed and they gon' take my kids I'ma have to make you bleed, I can't let you live Makin dem baby mama ribs after all these years You didn't know it, I was a psycho killin wit all these tears Blood type O, cryin when I killin Huggin my babies and now I'm cryin when I'm killin Jeah [Chorus:] (Voice of the Bride of Chucky) Um, you don't know me, but a few years ago I killed your husband, and I am so very very sorry (Lady crying) - What is this some kinda of sick joke (Voice of the Bride of Chucky) Oh no, I'm completely serious! (Lady cries) (Voice of the Bride of Chucky) I feel better already! [Zigg Zagg:] A damn shame it's been a waist of my lifetime I cry myself to sleep when you come back so late at night I got no feelin for you sometimes Can't lie, but wouldn't mind pullin the chain So just maybe I that I might just shoot one off into the brain 51/50 you made it so likely nothin could matter These bitches hittin you at 3 in the A.M. and what they after I'm vicious and my patience is low, tryin to let you know So don't come lookin for me after the show You heard me beggin, and just this one last time Show you what you about to be missin, I'm on a mission When you hit from behind, you get the vision Baby stickin 'em and thinkin' you fine But just you listen, cause I'm shinin' baby commitin a crime And man you slippin [Brotha Lynch:] Everytime I come home, same ole shit You ain't satisfied until I leave ya anal split I know you ain't gon' get it until I ram it down ya throat I know you ain't gon' lick it, I know you ain't gon' choke But I'ma hit the G note, and that's gon' settle thangs And you can leave broke, leave those metal thangs up out that shit Unless somebody come trip, then I'll rock that shit That's on Crip Don't make me act so stiff, I'm a NWA I was in trouble yesterday, and in trouble today And it ain't gon' change, I spray thangs So baby don't say thangs, 'bout to make it bang. [Chorus:] (Voice of the Bride of Chucky) Um, you don't know me, but a few years ago I killed your husband, and I am so very very sorry (Lady crying) - What is this some kinda of sick joke (Voice of the Bride of Chucky) Oh no, I'm completely serious! (Lady cries) (Voice of the Bride of Chucky) I feel better already!