i look her up and down
on the streets of the south town
all the boys, their heads, they turn
what she really wants she'll never learn
last night
she had a stranger in her bed again
(he had black hair he had wrist bands, kicking the converse not the timberlands)
he was the one for her she pretended
(indie jones dont mess with this, this girl's not worth the risk)
he pulls back, she brings him close because she knows just what to say.
(what'd she say?)
when you've said it so many time the meaning goes away.
(just a notch on a belt not even a name just another score in the queen betweens game)
she thinks she's going to be a star. she's going to use these boys to get real far. if i have things go my way...baby girl's going to die.

she looks me up and down on the streets of the south town
queen between thinks i'm just the same
but i knew her name and you best belive i knew her game
last night she had a stranger in her bed again.
(stranger? shit this guy looks familiar, it's me in the bed and i'm going to have to kill her)
felt so good, but i had to break the trend
(sold out like a title bout with don king in the corner looks like baby girls going to need a heart donor)
for baby girl it was a perfect day to repent.
now femme fatality make her pay for her sins.

i'm not the type of player that holla's cause i want head
i am the type of player that holla's cause i want her dead
(dead?)

that's right dead is what i said, dead as in red as in the color of blood shed more sexy than right said mother fuckin fred baby girl kept pushing i had to go ahead she had it coming to her i took her out in her bed she said "give it to me baby" so i filled her with lead and said...