Help Me Rhonda

Lyrics

[Skit: Pastor Troy and Peter] [Peter] Hey, Troy, hey man KD called, know what I'm saying, he left a message said it'd bout, know what i'm saying, 'bout three or four niggas down here in Augsuta with ten blocks, know what i'm saying? You know we fucked up, know what i'm saying, you wanna get them niggas, that's our way out [Pastor Troy] Shit, Peter, that's right, shit 'bout to be straight, cuz [Peter] Man, shit, we ain't even gotta do it, my nigga I know this nigga, that shit, say he wanna be down with something Nigga named Big Tomb, shit, we'll let him go do the shit, what's up? [Pastor Troy] Naw, Naw, they say he bury a mutha fucka [Peter] For real, well, what's up? [Pastor Troy] I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it I got that bitch named Rhonda [Peter] What? For real? She deadass? [Pastor Troy] Yeah, she ready [Intro: Pastor Troy] Yeah, this for all those Down South Georgia Girls that stand shonuff by they nigga. It ain't many, though many claim to be. Mine named Rhonda [Rhonda] Realest bitch in the house [Pastor Troy] KD had called and gave me the word Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week From the islands As soon as K told me this shit, I started smiling Cause all I could see, my money piling Shit, on top of money Now Haitian with the money for the week, and Chesapeake The heat made my nigga take a break If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious I'ma sell the fucking quart for the 'A' the ha ha As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice This is ya nigga for life Go fight 'em fire for fire Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda Truitt Now, Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much I guess I'll take Rhonda, cause Rhonda don't give a fuck But first I got to pump her up I'm give her what, 10 g's Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out I'm be waiting in the chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch [Hook] (Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda) I'm the realist bitch I'm mo' realer than reality Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty (Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda) I'm the realist bitch I'm mo' realer than reality Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty (Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda) I'm the realist bitch I'm mo' realer than reality Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty (Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda) I'm the realist bitch I'm mo' realer than reality Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty [Rhonda] Well I'm the realist bitch I'm mo realer than reality (well uh huh) Fuck that dumb shit (uh huh) It take nothing to a casualty (what) FBI be after me, quarter ki in my womanly (uh huh) Coming back from St. Croix First lady to Pastor Troy (well come on) Even I'm a Georgia Boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (well uh huh) All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at (well uh huh) Drop it like a maniac (uh huh) Set it off by myself (well uh huh) Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else [Pastor Troy] Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single I'll be ready to tie that knot after we lick them for them blocks Grab the Glock, and shoot out the lot, and keep on bustin' Then I'm gone bust in cussin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing Now what's in store for you is 10 g's (That's enough for me, I don't give a fat fuck What's the fucking hold up?) About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar K had said them motherfuckers had a truck similar Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit Two Aks, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit Guess the driver thank he slick, dread head motherfucker Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. in Chesapeake Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder But for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder [Hook] (Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda) I'm the realist bitch I'm mo' realer than reality Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty (Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda) I'm the realist bitch I'm mo' realer than reality Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty (Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda) I'm the realist bitch I'm mo' realer than reality Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty (Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda) I'm the realist bitch I'm mo' realer than reality Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty