Ericka: Wassup boo? How you doin'?
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TQ: How I'm doin'? Ya know how I'm doin'.
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I'm doin' fucked up in her.
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Ready to get up outta this motha-fucka.
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Ericka: Nigga, you ain't got to say it with no attitude.
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TQ: I'm just sayin', man, it's bad up in here.
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How you doin'? What's poppin with it?
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Ericka: I'm alright, everything alright, I guess.
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TQ: You handlin' shit? Like you supposed to be handlin' it?
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Ericka: Now you know.
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TQ: Better not be no niggas around my house.
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Ericka: Nigga, you got me all fucked up.
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How you gon' say some shit like that?
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TQ: I'm just sayin', man.Shit, just keepin' it real
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TQ: Been in here about a year
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Never thought the game would take me under
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About to get my first tear, when I'm sittin in
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my cell I wonder
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What are you doing outside
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Are you giving all my ass up
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Ericka: Wait a minute nigga you better back up
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I told you a long time ago
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I'd always have your back
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I'm still coming off with half of them checks,
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so why are you trippin?
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Ain't got to worry 'bout nobody getting up in your stuff
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Soon as the jury said guilty I closed it up
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Bought you a new Bible with a blunt in it already rolled up
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Between Numbers and Dueteronomy is where you'll fine me
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TQ: Don't mind me, I'm feenin' baby
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I want some ass real bad
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Locked up wit' all these hard legs, scrappin' daily
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I miss my baby, I'm going crazy, I gotta get out
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of this place
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(Chorus)
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TQ: How can you love me?
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Ericka: Somebody gotta do it
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TQ: It's gott be hard
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Ericka: Ain't really nothing to it
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TQ: But you make me happy
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Ericka: You know you really shouldn't have no
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doubt - can't wait till you get out
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TQ: I guess I didnt' believe it
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Ericka: You spend all your time
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TQ: Fucked up getting weeded
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Ericka: But you make me happy
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TQ: So I'm sittin here countin' the days down
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- Can't wait till I get out......
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(Bridge)
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Things can get back to the way they used to be
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You and me in a chromed out E - bumpin'
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Bone Thugs
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Pedal to the floor, dippin' kinda high and
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trippin',
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I really wanna hit it, your shit is finger lickin'
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Ericka: Wait a minute I really miss you, so
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don't get me started
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Sweating bumpin' and grinding right through
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these bars and
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Got a little something to help you make it -
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just picture me naked
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Can't feel your body and I hate it..
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I'm going crazy
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Ericka: Gotta get my mind off this, 'bout to
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go up to the mall and buy an outfit
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TQ: If you spend all my loot and I'm gonna be pissed -
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that's no bullshit
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Ericka: Now who in the hell do you think you're talking to
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You know I'm the only one in the world who will put up with you
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TQ: Got 72 more days in here, it seems like 20 years
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Can't smoke, can't drink no beer, can't get no ass in here
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So when I finally get home It's gonna be on, cause I'm gonna be
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lickin' and kissing and sticking all week long
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(Chorus
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When I Get Out (Duet With Ericka Yancey)
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| TQ |
