Tekster: Sauce Money. Intruder Alert.

Yo, who the fuck is this?
It's like 3:30
Yo, get the phone, bitch
You get the phone

Get the phone
You get the phone
Get the God-damn phone
Alright, damn nigga
Who the fuck is this?

It's my nigga Deezo, what the fuck is the deal?
Huh, huh, know me, keepin' it real
Six-double-o, kid, chrome on the wheels
I got the same problem, nigga, know how you feel

On some real shit, Sauce, I got the kite from Neil
Word on the street, hope you're still holdin' your steel
Niggas talkin' 'bout who cats they gon' bill
Just to gain they cut, that's when your name came up

Oh, did it? You know some more nigga, spit it
Cats hate your ass 'cause of your riches and digits
You probably know this nigga named Bobby
Sister named Ronnie with the two-tone body

Cat fueled with Bacardi, throw parties every Friday
Fake lady lover, fucked his baby mother
Hit it from the back, now I'm a tough act to follow
Made her give my man head too and swallow

That's neither here nor there, he think somethin' is sweet
Fuck yeah, we can dump when we meet
Win, lose or draw, after that I'm dumpin' my heat
Lay him down flat while my music pump in the street

He got four with him, some niggas from Baltimore with him
I'ma sure hit 'em if he come through that door with him
Split your bladder, we spray, muthafucka
It don't matter, BK, muthafucka

Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce muthafuckin'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
And now you wanna act bold, but hold up

Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce muthafuckin'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
But hold up

I throw hoes out when it's time to pull .44s out
Made two phone calls, bring the pros out
Badu, Bonnie, Hydro, no doubt
We get nasty like niggas in sandals with the toes out

You know Deez is down to click off eights
By the way, son, you know that bitch off Gates
I think her name Mimi, bitch greedy, give you head easy
Fake weave, big ass with the G-3

I know that chick, her real name Hillary
Used to be one of my shorties off Willerby
There's somethin' right now about how you're grillin' me
Don't tell me she fuck with the Bobby nigga, son, you're killin' me

No bullshittin', that's who that nigga be hittin'
Let's post in the kitchen when he come, start spittin'
Climb through the window, make his body drop degrees
Fuck breakin' in the crib, nigga, I got the keys

Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce muthafuckin'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
And now you wanna act bold, but hold up

Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce muthafuckin'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
But hold up

I got a problem with niggas that talk about stalkin'
Souped up talkin', dead men walkin'
Too shockin', 'cause I'm rockin', cats wanna be clockin'
But cock-blockin', I squeeze often

While I'm in this chick crib with both wrists locked in
No rhetoric, kid, pistols poppin'
Bodies droppin', I'm just dockin'
One slug, two slug, ain't no stoppin'

Yo, nigga, you know the drill, gees up
Marcy, where we from niggas, don't freeze up
Lovin' the sound of my nigga bustin' the pound
When he open that door, don't be fuckin' around

Right about then I heard the doorknob turn
My man gettin' wild, almost dropped the burn
Bobby opened up the door, it's time to earn
Four gats in his grill, you might wanna get concerned

Reeno, get that bitch with the bad perm
Are you muthafuckas ever gonna learn?
We all could get, got just not by you
And we all could get shot, just not by you

But right about now, tell you what I'm gonna do
I think I'm gonna go let you warn your crew
Out of respect, 'cause I know you that nigga
I'm not gonna kill you, yo, Deez, shoot that nigga

Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce muthafuckin'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
And now you wanna act bold, but hold up

Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce muthafuckin'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
And now you wanna act bold