[Verse 1: Swave Sevah]
Yo, I’m awoken out of my sleep to the sound of my
Cellphone going off, but it’s too far for me to reach
And I’m too tired to get up and get it. Just let
Whoever it is leave a message and I’ll check it in a minute
But as soon as I started feeling fatigue kick in
That goddamn phone started ringing again
So I hopped out of bed frustrated, mad
Looked at my cellphone, thrust out and grab
Answered it like, “Yo, this call made me wake up
So this better be good since it couldn’t wait ‘til later
Now who’s this?” “Yo, Swave, it’s Curt. And I wouldn’t have
Called your ass so early in the morning if it wasn’t important
But some niggas tried to play me last night, god.” “Word, who?”
“I don’t know their names but I where they at”
“Where?” “Out in Brooklyn. Son, I’m on my way back
Them niggas disrespected me, dog. They gonna lay flat”
Yo, cut the acting, hush your yapping
Calm down, lower your voice. Nigga, tell me what happened
Before we take action, let’s get the team on three-way
You’re gonna need backup ‘fore you head back to BK
Made the call. We met up, ready for war
These niggas think it’s a game—we’re here to settle the score
About eight deep, strapped with blade, heats, and bats
The club from the car and the crowbar. “Yo, Curt, where they at?”
[Hook: Swave Sevah]
First, second, third strike, you’re out
It seems like I can’t believe a word out of your mouth
Look at all the risk your lies took. Listen
I’ma tell you the story of the kid who cried wolf
[Verse 2: Swave Sevah]
We walked about ten blocks and didn’t spot no one
And, at times, it seemed like Curt ain’t even know where he was going
Now that I think about it, when we first arrived
The scenery was nothing like the scene he first described
Something was fishy. And once I started to get aggravated
This lying bastard admits he slightly exaggerated
And it wasn’t on no beef shit. This nigga
Tricked us to come with him to see a group of obese chicks
Now give me one good reason why I shouldn’t
Deck this nigga dead in his eye for telling this lie
Instead, he got screamed on loud and clear
With every breath of air. Then we left him there
Now, he’s calling me again, giving me details
Over another conflict. This one was over a female
I admit: Curt’s full of shit sometime but still
In all, he’s my peeps, so his beef is my beef
Dropped the line to Ike. Ike called Pro
Pro called L.I.F.E. L.I.F.E. called Loe. Loe called
Me back while I was on the other line with Mo
Then I called Breez. Time to roll. To make
A long story short, the female was his baby moms
He lied to her to get out of something he was supposed to do
Told her he was going out with us and strung us along
So we could somehow make his lie look true
[Hook: Swave Sevah]
First, second, third strike, you’re out
It seems like I can’t believe a word out of your mouth
Look at all the risk your lies took. Sit down
Let me tell you the story of the kid who cried wolf
[Verse 3: Swave Sevah]
You would think since we already just went through this with him
This nigga would have some sense not to do it again
But his hardheaded ass just refused to listen
So he won’t learn until he start losing his friends
Better not call me to help handle jack. That was
The last straw, the straw that broke the camel’s back
He was never into beef. He didn’t even feel threatened
And he put us at risk to get caught with concealed weapons
My anger had me in a zone, having heavy thoughts
But snapped out of it soon as I heard my phone
Caller ID gave him away
I’m not trying to hear anything that he has to say
And I’ll bet you he’s in trouble again. Oh well
Find somebody else to go tell, talk to the voicemail
Thinking that it’s probably something else he made up
I’ll roll a dime, go get blind, and check the message later
Half hour passed. Four missed calls and one message
Put my four-digit code in my phone so I could check it
Wasn’t surprised—what I heard was just what I expected
Curt was in another bad situation. He’s talking reckless
My attitude towards it was “yeah right.” Deleted it
And got a call from Ike later on that night
[Interlude 1: Ike P and Swave Sevah]
Swave Sevah: Hello?
Ike P: Yo, what up, yo?
Swave Sevah: Yeah, what up, man? [?]
Ike P: I’m trying to figure out how I’ma tell ‘bout this nigga Curt, yo
Swave Sevah: Go fucking ‘head, man. I don’t fucking care about this nigga
Ike P: I don’t know, but you might want to hear this, though: this nigga’s burned, yo
Swave Sevah: What?
Ike P: It’s hard to believe. Yo, this nigga’s dead, yo
Swave Sevah: God, don’t tell me that
Ike P: I got no choice. That’s how beef go, son. Nigga got done dirty, yo. Aw man
Swave Sevah: Damn!
[Hook (Overlapped with Interlude 1): Swave Sevah]
First, second, third strike, you’re out
It seems like I can’t believe a word out of your mouth
Look at all the risk your lies took. Listen
I’ma tell you the story of the kid who cried wolf
