Look here 'Sheed

Pretty Mike shanked Two Face Al, over some gal

Found the body dead in the isles

Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad

Tell Shaniro play it again Sham, damn, that was my jam

Now she's on the lam, she made it out wit' two hundred grand

What a scam! While these two compete on who's the star of the show

Golden Legs there makes off wit' the dough

I read the paper there wit' Joe the Butcher

He says "one glance is all it took ya" she's a real looker

They say her old man's a bootlegger, transport in any weather

And at this rate we'll never get her

Fellas, think it's time I call it a night

All this talk of mystery dames gettin' me tight

Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right

Hate to spoil the party, what are you guys havin'?

The same? Waiter, another round for the gang

It's strange how I always felt out of place

Joe the Butcher's my ace, but in comes Freckleface

So I said "see ya later"

Before I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers

He met them in Louisiana wrestlin' gators

An idiot can tell they're involved in the caper

So I pulled the revolver out my waist up

Between a patrol car and a gray truck

Behind the streetlamp was a silhouette

White gloves and a real long cigarette

Whaddaya know? All this time she's got me in the scope

She spoke, says "the devil got you guys by the choke

"Your conspiracy theories won't work wit'out evidence

That's the reason why Eric B. is not President"

Well whaddaya say?

Ya see... ya see... ya see...

Look here 'Sheed, I Know You Got Soul, you tryna hide it

How'd you kill a man out in Cypress?

One-Eyed Charlie, he only hangs out wit' the Criminal Minded

Says you guys did it Doggystyle, is he lyin'?

She says "Walk This Way I'll tell you a Children's Story"

We hit the bodega, got her a few forties

We jumped in my ride, we drove and she cried

Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide

Swalllowed It! Whole bottle's half empty

Drinks like a fish, now she's past tipsy

The truth came out as we got to her Suave House

Chopped-N-Screwed her mouth and sat me on the couch

I said "it's gettin' late c'mon, give it to me straight

Who's your sponsor, lady?" She says "Bill Gates"

"What are you born, '77 or '78?"

She said "nah goes way to an earlier date"

Slave times, played for slave said rhymes

But she fell in love wit' some fella named Clive

Who? Clive Campbell from Cedrick Ave

The Bronx, now she shows me the cash

I said "who's Clive, don't play with me skirt"

She said "Clive Campbell, he's Kool Herc"

Ah-ha! Ah-ha!

Listen up sweetheart, now we're gettin' somewhere

As she's talkin', she starts vanishin' in thin air

But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died

She said "if you really love me I'll come back alive"