[Intro: Bizzy]
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My first, my first Briana
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I named her after me and shit
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Send shouts out to my family
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Y'knowmsayin, my daughter Briana
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If I never see you again baby, we gon' do it
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[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
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And I must fess up if I mess up, babe I want you back
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B my daughter, get the babies, move the fam attack
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And if we never see each other 'member you are the best
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I'm still wit'chu, remember me, don't stress
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If I mess up, I gotta fess up, boo I want you back
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B my daughter, get the babies and the fam attack
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And if we never see each other 'member you are the best
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I still love you, I still love you
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[Bizzy Bone]
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If I had you in my arms and we had money to spare
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I'll take you anywhere, ev-erywhere, it don't matter I don't care
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You better do what'chu gotta do, you're freedom is so precious
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Kisses and hugs and love, my beauty, you're excellence
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Manifested in perfection, I can't say no more
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Have fun for me baby, slammin Maybach doors
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They broke my jaw in the club, Billy nursed me to health
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She more than a friend, she showed me that I wasn't by myself
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And I been broke, Keith blessed me with paper to go get fed
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A hot meal and a bag of weed, plus some liquor with nothin said
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Never asked me for the money back, my love I thank you
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I'm very grateful when I'm lonely and I know that God loves me
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Reminiscin on the good times, the best was good times
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So misunderstood times, good times
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And these are so misunderstood rhymes, woodgrain, get it on
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And when I'm not in the battlefield you know that I still get it on
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Evaluations wanna vision you and never rejoicin
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Baby I love you, everything that I can muster, uhh
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Evaluations wanna vision you and never rejoicin
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Baby I love you with everything, no choices
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[Chorus]
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[Bizzy Bone]
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I scoop you up, up in the limo with a bottle full of Bacardi
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12-pack of Bud Light, bumpin "Let Me Feel Your Body"
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The whisk for the moment as the driver say "Where
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are we goin, round the city? Roll the weed, I don't care"
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We'll be feelin 'em, so in love with me, and yes the feelin is mutual
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As I ride pass the graveyard, reminiscin over the funeral
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My brother is here in spirit, made his peace with the Lord
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You can ask Ninja when it happened, Capo loved the Lord
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I put 'Pac on, all rap music we bumpin
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Baby lookin at me chillin, she feelin me, makin a million
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Pass the cup into my girl and Brandy, I mean Britney
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Kinda tipsy on the backseat in the Lincoln stretch fizzy
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I still love you boo, still true to the affection
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Never abandon this protection, the fuckin direction
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I still love you boo, still true to the affection
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Never abandon my protection, the focus in yo' direction; what
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[Chorus]
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[Bizzy Bone]
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We at the road, still chillin, watchin movies and we smokin
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Baby she lookin so beautiful, "You comfortable?" "Boo, you know it"
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was the answer that she gave me as we finished the spinach
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Cause dinner at Ruth Chris, let's get drunk for the reel spinnin
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Fi-let mig-non, big lobster, champagne was Dom
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We need some Cristal, won't get it for now, let's get it on
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And we kissin at the table as the patrons sip Patron
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One patron told us go get a room, and go home
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500 dollars on the table, we half-naked
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Makin out, tearin our clothes off, the limo get to shakin
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Better save it for the room, I can't wait no more
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With the slow jam of "Secret Lovers" playin at the door
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The star shinin so bright, they watchin from afar
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You're a shinin star, forever and ever you are
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We at the corner, I guess it's just like Ike and Tina
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Clothes messed up, bra on backwards, I gotta see her, gotta see her
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[Chorus]
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I Must Fess Up
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| Bizzy Bone |
