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[Carl Thomas harmonizing] |
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[Ghostface Killah] |
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Yeah, damn mom |
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It's gone be aight, don't worry about it |
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Knowha'msayin, I'ma just go |
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I'ma just pack my shit |
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Peace out, aight |
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Don't worry about it |
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I still love you though |
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[Chorus - Carl Thomas] |
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I'll never be the same again (I'll never be the same again) |
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I'll bet you'll never understand (I'll bet you'll never understand) |
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The things you put me through (Ooooohhhh) |
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I tried to be a better man (I tried to be a better man) |
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But you'll never understand, noooooo |
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Now it's time that I move on (Move on!) |
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[Ghostface Killah] |
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Aiyyo I gave you everything and you still fucked my head up |
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Children (I'm sorry Ghost) Not now, shut up |
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Got back off the road, heard you sleepin with fam |
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The whole hood ran up on me, I was like "Damn!" |
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So I stepped back, sized the whole situation patiently |
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Arguments, face up in the air like you hatin me |
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Ask you one question, was it good? |
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He have you on the wall like me, was it hood? |
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You probably showed him your sexy faces, how you ride on top |
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Grabbin the sheets, in a deep zone if he hit the spot |
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I came home on Friday, Saturday I found out |
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That night I cried with the kids, I was out |
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And my man, I'ma do him in |
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And the Lord knows best what I'ma do to him |
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And you can keep the crib - all I'm sayin is, |
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let me find out you got men around my kids |
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[Chorus] |
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[Ghostface Killah] |
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It was the beauty that caught me and held my soul hostage |
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'Member those days had you smellin my boxes |
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Old Gold up in the hood and Big Dup |
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We could push through the grimiest streets, then throw it up |
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Like "That's my nigga!" |
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Anybody got somethin bad to say, son'll come through and deliver |
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Brushin off his 88 clocks, y'all can't touch him |
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I bet a wad on it, y'all can't fuck with him |
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Semi-shy, and I'm laid back, crystal hats |
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Heard ya water broke I was like "Phewww" and ran back |
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I ran back fast, broke my arm in the mix |
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To find out that bird nigga tappin my shit |
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It's alright 'do, maybe he came up with the right dough |
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Bigger dick, I don't know, must have been the best flow |
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This thing here, ever man in the world goes through |
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But fuck that, I put alotta money up, I'm hatin! |
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[Chorus] |
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[Carl Thomas 2x] |
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It was like ecstasy girl |
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Found out it was dizzin ya world |
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Had us livin in a fantasy world |
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I wish we never broke up girl |
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[Raekwon the Chef] |
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Aiyyo you killed me with that |
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"Who bought this?" I bought that |
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Knowin damn well in reality you bought jack |
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You ain't lift one finger, but you claimin what's yours |
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Runnin all through the house, bugged out, slammin doors |
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We used to dress like twins - sweats, baby blue Timbs |
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You even scratched my Benz, let the pigs in |
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You think that I'm the biggest bird in America? |
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Catch me on TV, I'm come back, never the... |
