[Sample]
The next time that I see you
I'm gonna blow your mind
{gun shot}
[Verse One]
It was the junior year of high school when I first seen Quam
He was picking on a freshman on the school front lawn
But see Quam didn't go to high school over here
His dumb ass flunked out before sophomore year
So by my calculation it's like ummm, '95
He was freshman in my very first year of junior high
So he's like 20, nah, come to think about it he's like 22
Picking on a civilian feeling raw with his crew
So I just cut in, like what then, come tangle with me
He couldn't lose face in front of other dudes from his street
But I'm a hot head idiot with hands like a beast
So I just stomped the clown out and took like three of his teeth
So naturally like we raised to do in L.A. hoods
He came back the next day with a rusty trey deuce
I'm like, "Fool, put the gun away" but blaow it went off
Hit my homeboy Dustin and put a bullet right in his heart
He skipped town, last I heard Quam got 13 years
But I be waiting when he get out in like four more years
And I say...
[Hook]
The next time that I see you
{gun shot}
[Verse Two]
I met Jilly on a late night food run out in New York
Simultaneously grab the same bottle of hot sauce
We talked after, laughing, what a cute accent
He happened to have an older brother who lived out in Compton
So I got home and we continued to swing
We would Jet Blue bi-weekly or so it would seem
I'd see her brother on the balcony, smoking a blunt
I'd wave he'd brush me off like I'm just Johnny Go Punk
Fuck it
I'm sure hate the fact I'm with his baby sister
And his daughter's babysitter, swear to God that I've been with her
But whatever
He don't have to like it, I don't give a shiggy
He can be peace or up and come say something to me
But instead, this dickhead did something far worse
He start trying to dish dirt and when that shit ain't work
He start freestyling and lying, fabricating my past
Needless to say his little sister start to eat up that trash
Then his punk ass pack bags and move to New York
He would pick up all my calls and say "She don't wanna talk."
Up and down I swear to God when me and him cross paths
I'm gonna stick my whole left leg right up his ass
[Hook]
[Verse Three]
I had a 9 to 5, work behind this cornball cat
He used to write these sorry raps like PM Dawn just came back
But that's beside the fact
You see my ex-girlfriend
Basically, well...you know...ha, she fucked him
And I heard it like on Ghostface Ironman track 2
But whatever I'm so much better without that fool
And I reached out like, "Sucker, call me up be a man."
But my ex-girlfriend jumped in cause he's scared of Bam'
Hot damn, no respect like he ain't know who I was
He must've heard about that one bouncer I punch at the dub
See that's the thing with me, as long as you can stand up and speak
Don't be worried about the knuckles just come holler at me
I'm all peace, but the second you go coward on me
Motherfucker you another brother missing some teeth
And I...