Malik Yusef
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Background Vocals: Carl Thomas
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But I'm sayin'
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Here I am, say lying and praying
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That I'm laying something hot
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Cuz baby, it's cold outside
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And even when it's not, it still is
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Baby shorties ask me what the deal is
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Not listenin' to they mom and them
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Cuz they all know what they talkin' 'bout, like Willis
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I say what shorty desire, be what real is
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And when I first came to her
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I was still wet behind the ears
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So I was just the lame to her
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I heard older cats lay claim to her
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And say they speak game to her
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But they never put a name to her
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So I called her desire
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Like so many street cars that I did for
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For her promises, little brothers, there bids for
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And little sisters sacrifice they head for
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Even street-wise vets wind up dead for
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See she will attempt to straight pimp you
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You'll scream "Fuck the world"
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But soon go them too
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She proclaim that my esteem was way off the rack
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I had style but it was the Caddy I lack
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The gangsta white walls and the diamond in the back
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I asked her was she white or black
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She said neither one, or somewhere in between
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Plus she was mean and had been seen
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In places where cats got big faces
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Has made some trade in freestyles for freebases
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I knew that my best friend was meddling
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But I continued peddling
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But I got arrested before I got rich
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Trying to make some scratch
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Like trigger fingers that itch
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She told me she call me an ambulance
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If I ever called her a bitch
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(I'm so glad)
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Alright, I tried to be online
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(Trouble don't last)
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But the matrix had a major glitch
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(Always)
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She said my style could never switch
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I was her nigger for life
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(Always)
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She said her peeps
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Probably couldn't pronounce Malik Yusef
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But they could pronounce us man and wife
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(I'm so glad)
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So the script I attempted to flip, flop
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(Trouble don't last)
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Flip floppin' to backwards, know
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(Always)
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In the backseats
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Trouble Won't Last [Interlude]
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Carl Thomas |