[Intro: Sauce Money]
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Man
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They just don't understand
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How hard it is for a young black male
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Still wanna beef
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We don't wanna compromise
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All we wanna do is take take take
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Ya better get some
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[Verse 1: Sauce Money]
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I'm in the streets with my thug love
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You know the block is hot
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Plus them niggas tryna set up shop
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Gettin' money in these streets is all I got
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Even if it takes me gettin' shot
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Besides what you riffin' for?
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Five Gs what I hit you for
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Can't believe you still want more
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I'm a thug boo you know thugs don't trick
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Just cuz I love you, you wanna drive the six
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Well that's too much shine, unnecessary flair
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No more arguing, take some dough for ya hair
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Just beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be right there
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To pick you up, don't ruin that
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I don't really be doin' that
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What you mean that's not good enough?
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I'm spendin' too much of time in the hood and stuff?
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In the drop chrome shinnin' flauntin' my crew
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I'm tryna get paid ma, what you want me to do?
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[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
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You gotta please me
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Touch and tease me
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Love me, hug me
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Rub me, squeeze me
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Kiss me, and never deceive me
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Show me, you gotta believe me
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Or leave me
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Please me
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Touch and tease me
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Love me, hug me
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Rub me, squeeze me
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Kiss me, and never deceive me
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Show me, you gotta believe me
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Or leave me
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[Verse 2: Sauce Money]
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You got some nerve grillin' me wit a frown a lot
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Attitude real stank, I ain't around a lot
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Can't understand why I'm outta town a lot
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I rap for big paper now, this ain't around the block
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Now you treat me like I'm cheatin', creepin' or sumin
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Sneakin' or sumin, late night keepin' 'em humpin'
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Why you look at Sauce funny? (What you don't trust a nigga?)
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I work hard, look at your diamonds.... them shits cost money
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Forget about your homies, they jealous of you
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I ain't really tryna hear what they tell us to do
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Besides half of them ain't even got no man
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That's why I'm goin' all out, puttin' rocks on your hand
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But you don't really care, you're spoiled and shit
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Talk slick like you drink baby oil and shit
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She got a 500 wit chrome, spoiler kit
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And you still not happy, man what's wrong wit chicks
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(Chorus)
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[Verse 3: Sauce Money]
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Enjoy your cut necklace, finer things
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Versace, Armani, diamond rings
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Anything you can imagine, if you mine let it
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No more school loans, your own line or credit
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Walk in closets, full link minks in 'em
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His and her rollies, extra links wit 'em
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Bottles of Dom, tennis braids for your arm
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Four-five workers for your beauty salon
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But you don't wanna hear that, you still not happy
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Shit, so what the industry's bustin' at me
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Car chases through Brooklyn, cop's on my tail
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Feds hit the spot, found it chopped on the scale
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Undercovers Ds hit the block for a sale
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For you or nobody else, I'm not goin' to jail
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Imagine, all of this inside of a day
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Just for your ungrateful ass, whatchu got to say?
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(Chorus)
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Touch Me, Tease Me
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| Lil' Kim |
