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[Featuring Rashad]
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Loon:
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Uh uh uh uh what
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Let's talk about it
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Yeah yeah yeah
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Ma I told you I'm not here to fuss or fight
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But I see it all you wanna do is cuss all night
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In front of the kids you tryin' to crush my life
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Cuz you know I ain't the type that punch my wife
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But I see now who you wanted to be
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While knee deep in the pee now tryin' to freestyle
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But I see now people could see that ain't me
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When I bought you the E3, the crib in D.C.
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On GP, bought the Mazda Z3
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Bought your little brother the 52 inch TV
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With a Playstation to stay patient
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Cuz right now it's all about the kid's situation
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Rashad-Chorus:
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Please baby girl
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Let's not fight
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If you're really gonna be in my life
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Let's work it out til we get it right
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Please baby don't
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Please don't cry
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If you're really gonna be in my life
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Let's work it out til we get it right
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Huddy:
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All Out, yo, yo, yo
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Once mistake in my life, this chicken head claimin' she wife
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Jammin' my phone, like damn, she won't leave me alone
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Knew she was trife, the way she kept watchin' my ice
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Watchin' my step, hittin' it on top of the steps
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Knowin' she wild, the condoms, she havin' my child
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Now that I'm stuck, she can't keep scratchin' my truck
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Actin' all young, doing it in front of our son
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Peeped it before, but didn't want to think she's a whore
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Thinkin' it's good, fuckin' up her rep in the 'Hood
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Fuckin' up mine, fuckin' niggas two at a time
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But look at her now, Harlem World quicker to town
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But look at my rhyme, better it didn't turn into crumb
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And I'm Little Huddy must have made me calm
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So I bowed down prayin' for my baby's mom
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I'ma take a raise now that my baby's born
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And I'ma love you anyway til the day you're gone, what
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Chorus:
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Please baby girl
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Let's not fight
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If you're really gonna be in my life
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Let's work it out til we get it right
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Please baby don't
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Please don't cry
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If you're really gonna be in my life
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Let's work it out til we get it right
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Rashad:
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Now let me hear you say uh
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Say uh huh
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Let me hear you say uh
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Say uh huh
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Now let me hear you say uh
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Say uh huh
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Now let me hear you say
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Uh uh uh uh uh na na na na
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Baby $ta$e:
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Yo, yo, yo
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Yo, it's a holiday, sippin' on Sharanade
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I'm wonderin' why these cats never celebrate Father's Day
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Y'all tellin' in fear, y'all ain't really takin' y'all cares
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And y'all motherfuckin' lie and say that y'all did
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Now when days, the phrases, the tired old lines
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She was messin' around and the baby ain't mine
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But all y'all, knowin' y'all was sayin' it raw-daw
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Y'all wanna claim that? How y'all gonna explain that?
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I'm bothered, y'all shouldn't have got me started
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Where was you when shorty turned two?
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Tell me what whould you do if the baby caught the flu
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You ain't even got a clue, if you do, tell me how to pursue
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But you quick to get hyper, come mess up my cypher
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No dough for no diapers, so why should I like ya?
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And you never cared before, so why should we care that you now see 74?
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Chorus:
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Please baby girl
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Let's not fight
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If you wanna be in my life
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Let's work it nice so we get it right
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Please baby girl
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Let's not fight
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If you wanna be in my life
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Let's work it nice so we get it right
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Rashad:
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Whoooa, whoooa, yeah
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Whoooa, whoooa
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We can work it out
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Whoooa, whoooa
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Whoooa, whoaaaa
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Can we start over again?
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Whoaaa
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Not The Kids
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| Harlem World |
