I'll Be Damned

[Intro: Proof]

Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at

Club Runyan, where all the girls with burgundy hair get in free

G-Unit in the house! What up, baby

Performing live tonight live on stage Captain Save-A-Ho

And the fabulous Case y'all, stick 'em out, y'all

All my Detroit players, let's go!

[Chorus: Kon Artis]

I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games

I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain

I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

You know all I really wanna do is fuck

I ain't gon' let a money hungry woman set me up

And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

[Verse 1: Kon Artis]

You damn right, yes, I love menage-a-trois

And I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah"

I'm a Trick Daddy nigga, so, bitch, how you figure

That I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya

I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk

But your badunkadunk keep my mind on hump

When my mind's on hump it mean my .9's in the trunk

And Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt

Not once, twice, but three times the lover

That your man is, and I'm a freak undercover

I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother

I got five of them motherfuckers trying to smother me already

We can't go steady, but you can give me head

Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shed

My chapped lips will cut nipples when breast fed

And on the way, leave the bread with Achmed

I'd love for you to stay, but I got another date

With a fat chick that eat cake on play skates

She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grapes

Plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape (Ahh!)

[Chorus: Kon Artis]

I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games

I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain

I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

You know all I really wanna do is fuck

I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up

And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]

Huh, I'mma make this one thing clear

Ain't no woman here gon' ruin my career

All the hell you doing is pursuing a dream

That's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems

All these hoes be lying, bullshitting each other

And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber?

He might as well have went and told the ho, that he love her

I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother

Or my wife, and my sisters, so motherfuck a mistress

They signing a contract before these bitches hit this

Never will a woman take me out that way

I keep a RCA camera in their motherfucking face

[Chorus: Kon Artis]

I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games

I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain

I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

You know all I really wanna do is fuck

I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up

And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

[Verse 3: Bizarre]

What's your name again? (Who are you, fat motherfucker?) It doesn't matter

My name is Bizzy, a bodyguard for Mr. Mathers

Sit down girl, let me get you a drink

I'mma buy you a mink, and rape you on the sink (Ah!)

From day one, I knew you was a ho

I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo' (Ah! Ah!)

Turn around, let me see your nasty ass

Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pad

[Verse 4: Kuniva]

These hoes be on some bullshit, always trying to pull shit

Outta they ass, get mad and put you on blast (Ha-ha)

Tell 'em bitches how she fucked you, sucked you, put it on you

Boned you, yapping off with they mouth, saying she loved you

All on your dick, calling your phone, spazzing and shit

Having a fit until you feel like calling it quits

Then she starts calling your chick wanting to fight

Every time you show up at a gig she front row with her friends

Flipping you off follow you to the bar, the bathroom

The parking lot, to the car, pissing you off

Until you blackout, now you and the ho is having a scrap out

You get locked up for assault and now you assed out

[Chorus: Kon Artis]

I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games

I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain

I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

You know all I really wanna do is fuck

I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up

And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned