Scared feat Blueprint

You know what time it is (you know what time it is)
 Yeah (yeah)
 Bad Italian chick, loud mouth, kind of thick
 Timid in the sack and experienced, scared of the dick
 Still she got juice like Tony Soprano
 So when I touch down in her town, she scoop me up pronto
 Cracked the bottle on some boojie shit I couldn't pronounce
 In a restaurant she walked up in just like it's a house
 Sit back, crackin jokes with the waiters in their native language
 Tippin extra big, I didn't get a chance to pay it
 My eyes sold a thing 'cause I ain't have to say it
 She lookin like a model, make you want to take it home and spank it
 Kool-Aid smiles, every time I seen her naked
 Fun to kick it with, but her lifestyle was dangerous ('style was dangerous)
 I chilled at her spot when I wasn't on tour
 Had to keep her on a chain 'cause she kept it so raw (so raw)
 She didn't have to tell me what she did for a living
 She had two different apartments in the same building (same building)
 I'm there chillin, eatin Pop Tarts watching "The Love Boat"
 In my drawers, half asleep (half asleep), she deep in her blunt smoke
 Heard a knock at her door, I thought it might be her folks
 She grabbed a burner, right then some brothers kicked
 in a deadbolt (deadbolt)
 Ski masks and block hoodies, all that I saw
 That saw me, but didn't see my shorty down on the floor
 I played dumb, homie snatched me up and asked "where the coke at? "
 His face exploded, shorty a surgeon with the gat
 He dropped, body stiff, blood splattered my shit
 I dipped behind the kitchen counter, not tryin to get hit
 Two other dudes still standin, one got a shotty
 Other one a twenty-two, that ain't hurtin nobody
 He started runnin right past me, forgot I was there
 So I trip him up, she grab him, put the gat to his ear
 Tell his man to drop the burner or his boy gettin sprayed
 But he ran, so she popped his boy anyway
 I'm throwin up like a little bitch, there's blood everywhere
 She dropped dude's dead body in a La-Z-Boy chair
 Lit a square, call the cops, told 'em "get over here! " (get over here)
 I'm shook until she tell me "ain't no work up in here" (work up in here)
 Cops get there with ambulances, she got all the perfect answers
 Totally prepared for what the 5-0 was askin us
 I'm panicked but it's obvious this chick is a pro
 File a report, told 'em everything they wanted to know
 (they wanted to know)
 She hella calm for a chick sittin on so much blow
 She smile, flirted, then walked 'em out to the door
 Couldn't ignore how shorty looked like she seen it before
 Gangsta (gangsta), not worried about a thing from the law
 I had to ask her a question on some serious shit (serious shit)
 These dudes kicked in your door and you ain't even flinch
 You just caught two bodies, made another one dip
 Girl you a pro with a gat but why you scared of the dick?