[Verse 1: Bronx female MC, sharp and steady on the kick] Seven in the morning and his phone lit up the bed Read it with my coffee, every single thing she said Didn't throw a plate, didn't call my cousin Dee Got a roll of masking tape and a marker, one two three Nine o'clock the stoop is looking like a swap meet All his precious sneakers lined up on the concrete Jersey with his number, twenty-five cents He never showed up for a game, so it makes sense Cologne is free, because the cologne was lying too Every little sticker says what he put me through [Hook: Bronx female MC, every word on the snare] Everything is priced to go, come and get it while it's hot Every tag's a reason and the reasons cost a lot Whole block shopping and the sale is going through Everything is priced to go, and baby, that includes you [Verse 2: Bronx female MC, louder, hawking to the block] Miss Lopez took the toaster for a dollar fifty Said he never made you breakfast, baby, that's why it's thrifty Kid from the third floor bought the gaming chair Twenty bucks, he never once got up and met me there Guitar for a dollar, he only knew the one song Played it at my birthday and he played it wrong Super bought the boots and the leather coat too The mailman bought the watch, he said it's never been on time for you Line around the corner and the corner store is jealous I'm making more on Sunday than the bodega sells us [Hook: Bronx female MC, every word on the snare] Everything is priced to go, come and get it while it's hot Every tag's a reason and the reasons cost a lot Whole block shopping and the sale is going through Everything is priced to go, and baby, that includes you [Bridge: Bronx female MC, half spoken, counting the cash on the stoop] Four hundred twelve in a coffee can Every bill a reason that I ain't got a man Counted it twice on the bottom step And every single dollar was a promise that he never kept [Verse 3: Bronx female MC, colder, grinning as he walks up] Four o'clock he pulls up and the stoop is bare Just a lamp and a sticker on the folding chair Where my stuff, he says, I said the block got good deals Miss Lopez got your toaster and the kid got your wheels Sneakers on the table, the last thing left Put a new sticker on them in my handwriting, fresh Sixty for the pair, he said they cost me twenty I said you cost me two years, baby, sixty isn't plenty He paid it in singles with his head in his hands [Tag: Bronx female MC, triple stack, three voices low, middle and high] Sixty for the sneakers, baby, sixty for your plans [Hook: Bronx female MC, every word on the snare] Everything is priced to go, come and get it while it's hot Every tag's a reason and the reasons cost a lot Whole block shopping and the sale is going through Everything is priced to go, and baby, that includes you [Outro: Bronx female MC] Lamp is free, take it, I don't need the light [End]
