[Verse One]
  I can't quite remember the month nor date
  Nothing was gwan and I was jammin round my gate
  Started fiending for a Jack& but had no cash
  I had no choice to piggy-bank or trash
  It was me and my bold self with five bags of coppers
  Splashed out on the counter at PJ Patel's
  He's far from happy with my method of pay
  I shrug my shoulders, I'm like what can you say?
  It's money, ain't it? I ain't begging you jack
  And mood I'm in, I might just give you a slap
  I grip my Jack&s and I leave in peace
  As I stepped through the door he heard the kiss of my teeth
  Minding my own business, rolling down the street
  I swear I heard a female voice call my name
  I stopped for a second ­ loud as Charmaine
  Some sis I used to park with from way back when
  We weren't on no bone-tip, just real good friends
  We on some hug-up and kiss, boy she looking neat
  Head-to-toe in new gowns and two new gold teeth
  I said 'What you want?' and she says 'This and that'
  'Well, come around my yard and let's crack this six-pack'
  Back at my yard we heavy-chilling, killing time
  Exchanging views and getting thoughts off the mind
  For three whole hours everything was cool
  Around quarter to twelve they took the strangest twist
  I'm looking in her face, I swear it looks off
  She's sweating like she dipping in some horse's trough
  Then she flips out, screaming 'quick, I hit a last
  Trying to kick this brown but it's busting my arse'
  [Chorus]
  Seems like the planet gone mad
  What you staring in my face for?
  I told you dudes, I can't save ya
  What the frigg is with this strange behaviour?
  Strange behaviour..
  
  [Verse Two]
  Charmaine the headstrong. proud miss missy
  Fell for the local fluff dealer, she were living the high life
  Sitting in the luxury's lap
  Little did she know she were braving a trap
  Cause the thug that she loved was a two-bit thug
  The notes that she speed with were dripping blood
  She were mesmerized by the rude boy charm
  Two years had passed, she thought she's safe from harm
  But the past has strange way of rearing its head
  Just when she think it were dusted and dead
  It's like petrol bombs come flying through the window
  Cause there's a ten grand price on his life
  Ready to be cashed when his heartbeat ceases
  All that he tried, he can't get no peace
  Cause he's running from the beast, running from the crims
  After all's said and done it's the beast that wins
  Whyilin on borrowed time, soon to get nabbed
  Two keys of fluff that he just did grab
  When her man got nicked, Lord knows she couldn't cope
  Started hitting the bottle, started tying the rope
  Now she's trapped in the chains of the oldest trade
  Flashing her vag' in my face and I'm far from keen
  I don't want got business with no drugsman's queen
  Nahmean?
  
  [Chorus x3]
  
  What the frigg is with this strange behaviour?