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Yo yo yo yo, yo |
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Turn my mic up some.. turn my mic up some.. |
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Turn my mic, check check, check, turn my mic up some |
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Almighty, uhh.. [Verse One] |
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Lord forgive me now |
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This be the best way |
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I know how, to get this out |
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I can't sing so |
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I have to bounce |
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Even though, that's not what my style's about |
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I hate this world, sometimes it gets me when family and friends are not friendly |
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I just don't get it - so |
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I sit home in the bassment lights low on the mic and spit it |
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They plot, to get my scratch |
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Not knowin the time to get where |
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I'm at now |
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In my face, like |
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I owe 'em somethin |
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Handout from me, and never did nuttin (word up) |
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They're mad at me, like |
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I changed |
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It's hard on me |
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Lord, it's wreckin my brain |
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Is it me? |
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I know it can't be |
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So I ask you, please help me, now [Chorus: R. Kelly] [sampled] |
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Sometimes |
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I laugh, tryin to keep from cryin |
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If I was plain out of luck, then tell me who could |
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I trust See |
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I work so hard, just to get ahead |
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If it wasn't for |
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God, I'd probably be dead [Verse Two] |
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Uhh, I laugh when ain't nuttin funny |
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Meanwhile cats wanna count my money |
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Plan on me, to get jumped or somethin |
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Plot-ting like |
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E's punk or somethin |
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Feels so strange, how |
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I maintain to last in the game, throughout my fame |
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I'm focused man, the |
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E stay the same |
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Hate when folks call me out my name |
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Damn Lord, heal my body |
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Cause I'm mad enough to kill somebody |
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Even hard to trust my lady |
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Did she lock me down to have my baby? |
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I know she love me - damn it's nuttin |
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The world's so corrupt, it got me buggin |
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Uhh, I wanna move away like (?) |
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Y'all feel me - yo, |
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R. Kelly [Chorus] [Verse Three] |
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Huh, yo, huh |
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The game changed, damn |
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I should quit |
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Can't get respect, without havin a hit |
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Someone somewhere talkin shit |
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Got fake cats in my clique |
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But I deal with the cards that's dealt |
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Try to make music that's heartfelt |
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Still doin eighty on the |
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Belt' In the |
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Escalade, with |
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Dolce shades |
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I've been paid, now what's left? |
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I guess, should |
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I stress life or death (huh?) |
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Sometimes |
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I wanna end it all |
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Live at peace, with ' |
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Pac and Smalls |
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Can't do that, got fam at the crib |
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My moms, my pops, my girl and my kids (uh-huh) .. open my eyes |
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So I ask you, please help me, now [Chorus] |