A-rata-ka-dig-ah-DAH! See, I’m walkin’ down the street, yuh Bim-bada-bom-da-diggy-dow! Out here lookin’ for my G’s, huh Go-RAH-da-da-MMM-nah! Find Stacey on the corner of Hunts Point Struttin’ her shit with wild abandon She say’s “Yo, Dot, wazzup!” As if I can’t see what she doin’ Gurl, You got me fucked up. My boy Vitaly lost inna bowl of smoke He ain’t gotta damn recollection, Of his fatal “crystal” collection He says “Yo, Dot, wanna shoot up?” Boy, You got me fucked up. Rrrah-da-da-tsk-tsk-DAH! Unnngh-ga-da-ga-da-GO! When I got friends like these Who the fuck needs enemies Just tryna make the worst of me But killin me won’t set ya free Saw Mickey twitchin' and, Talkin' 'bout some Plug he owes Says "Yo, Dot, look away!" As he reaches for my wallet. Dude, You got me fucked up. Then there’s my Bestie for restie While she is cryin’ on my shoulder She’s spittin’ venom behind my back She says “Ya know, Dot, I love you!” Bitch, You got me fucked up. The skin begins to peel Revealing what is fake This agony is real How much more can I take? Rrrah-da-da-tsk-tsk-DAH! Unnngh-ga-da-ga-da-GO! When I got friends like these Who the fuck needs enemies Just tryna make the worst of me But killin me won’t set ya free There's no "Ride or Die", It's all "Kill or be Killed".
