On The Low

[Verse 1] This nigga, Lo, from Illinois was serving him Had an M.O. for being cold-blooded, but his soul was murderous He had a thing for doing business with niggas And flipping the script on ‘em Soon as they feel he good, he emptying clips on ‘em If you was rich, homie, it’s iffy He’ll switch on a nigga so quickly on the low Shh, ask around about you Get cool with who you eat with so he could out you Peep this Now he posted in Detroit, copped a little hideaway On the west, the Chi is like a 4-hour drive away By the way, 8 Mile’s a mile away That’s where the bar is where the hood stars party like a holiday Made it there, like I would say, 11 on a Saturday You slipping, he ain’t here to hear what you got to say And now he on the low Walk through, spot a hot nigga Spot a drunk nigga on his jock with him he can talk to [Hook] That your man? Hmm. He’s with you? Hmm He a troop? Hmm What he push? Damn. He the shit? Hmm What he do? Hmm He got the hoes? Hmm. What’s his name? Nah Introduce. Oh. Who want to know? Me I’m low “I’m the boss, promise you won’t rob him I promise, but of course you know I have my fingers crossed” [Verse 2] Now he talking to the right hand man of the boss man Oh boy, they’re slipping, they must be some off-brands Niggas is telling him everything, he actually thinking He finna take everything they have and kill ‘em And then here comes a stripper asking if he want to tip for dancing He thinking “I could use her to get at this nigga But on the low” “Dance for him, I’m paying for him I’ll give you 50 G’s if you get in his pants, I got plans for him” That’s all she had to hear, she barely see that a year She tricking for way less, she gripping the cavalier She walks up to him like “this dance is on him Right there in the blue and white, I’m trying to be with you tonight “Right there in the blue and white, he spending the money, huh These niggas is too alike, “sit down, let’s kick it on the low Here’s a grand, the nigga that sent the dance too extra Let me ask you a couple of questions” [Hook] That your man? Hmm. He’s with you? Hmm He a troop? Hmm What he push? Damn. He the shit? Hmm What he do? Hmm He got the hoes? Hmm. What’s his name? Nah Introduce. Oh. Who want to know? Me I’m low: “I’m the boss, promise you won’t rob him I promise, but of course you know I have my fingers crossed” [Verse 3] Now the stripper with the boss man, boss man talking ‘bout Lo trying to get too close, he ‘bout to spark him out Take whatever money he got after he wet him up She said “[?], we could just set him up How you want to do it? Should I take him to the telly, what?” “Yes, when you get in there, hit me on the celly on the low” So she go to Lo, tell him it’s a go She gon’ get the boss to the telly, come and bring the dough Here we go, the stripper calls to both of these niggas To meet her up at the same time and place They feel as though it’s no time to waste so they hurry up, get there Don’t look like it shit there, still they’re both prepared When they see each other they flinch and pull the toast And the stripper appears with a nigga and tell them both, “get low” While they’re on the ground getting robbed, ‘bout to be stinking They see her kiss this nigga, they got to be thinking [Hook] That your man? Hmm. He’s with you? Hmm He a troop? Hmm What he push? Damn. He the shit? Hmm What he do? Hmm He got the hoes? Hmm. What’s his name? Nah Introduce. Oh. Who want to know? Me I’m low (“I’m the boss, promise you won’t rob him I promise, but of course you know I have my fingers crossed”) [Outro] Detroit niggas is the shadiest Chi-Town bitches is the craziest Detroit bitches is the shadiest Everybody city got the same BS Chi-Town hoes is the craziest Everybody hoes on the same BS I know