Rhonda

KD had called and gave me the word

Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week

From the islands, as soon as K told me this shit, I started smiling

'Cause all I could see was money piling, shit, on top of money

Now, can't you come up with the money for the week, and Chesapeake

The heat made my nigga take a break

If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious

I'ma sell the fucking quart for the A.A., ha ha

As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice

If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice

This is ya nigga for life, go fight 'em fire for fire

Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired

Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it

There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt

Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much

I guess I'll take Rhonda, 'cause Rhonda don't give a fuck

But first I got to pump her up, I'm give her what, 10 g's

Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me

Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse

But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse

Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out

I'm be waiting in the Chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out

If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich

Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch

Help me Rhonda, help

Help, help me Rhonda, help

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Well, I'm the realist bitch, I'm mo realer than reality

Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty

FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly

Coming back from St. Croix, First lady to Pastor Troy

Even I'm a Georgia Boy, 'cause boy I'm ready jack

All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at

Drop it like a maniac, set it off by myself

Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single

I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks

Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin'

Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing

Now what's in store for you is 10 G's

That's enough for me, I don't give a fat fuck

What's the fucking hold up? About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar

K had said them motherfuckers had a truck similiar

Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit

Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit

Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head motherfucker

Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers

That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. and Chesapeake

Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me

If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder

But for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder

Help me Rhonda, help

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