You're the one, I know
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That you're the one for me
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When in need, you know
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That you can call on me
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Baby, I know that you're the one for me
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You're the one
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You're the one for me
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You want me but she needs you
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[Verse One: Jay-Z]
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Besides this ma, come out the V-2
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Keep it on the R-Kel's
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Cos my girls the type who like a fight in the club
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Go home and make love
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Though I like the way you sex somethin'
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Baby girl will wreck something
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If she knew you and I were in the Lex fronting
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A bottle of Cru, the crews about to make moves
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Rendevousing, hotel day doing
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Lover forget then fled the scene
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Smelling like wet dreams, lipstick around the collar
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Thinking about bed-screams and the way you holla
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Boo, you make a nigga rise like tax on the dollar
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No, you ain't no trick
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Can't play you like a zero
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Gave you a couple of chips for spending time with the hero
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To the next time baby girl, never forget
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You can't be with the one you love, love the one you with
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I'm knowing...
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You're the one, I know
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That you're the one for me
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When in need, you know
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That you can call on me
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Baby, I know that you're the one for me
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You're the one
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You're the one for me
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[Verse Two: Lost Boyz]
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Now I know it seems strange because I just met ya
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But on the low, before we spoke, I was out to get ya
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Matter of fact I heard you had a man, but that I understand
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Now if you seperate, now dig this, I'm your biggest fan
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Besides, everything you said is stuck in my head
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So come inside my spa room and lay me close to bed
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And let me bless you with the butters that's from the gutters
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Don't let anybody blow the spot up, we got others
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That's on the low, the home that we there for
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You know that sparks turn to flames girl so therefore
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We must creep and keep it tight, and do it right
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My chick would die if she knew how we screw at night
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So let's keep it on the low, so no-one else can know
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And you could wreck them in the swerve game, fast low
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And even though we creeping, I've begun to see
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That I'm the one for you and shorty, your the one for me
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You're the one, I know
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That you're the one for me
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When in need, you know
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That you can call on me
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Baby, I know that you're the one for me
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You're the one
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You're the one for me
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[Verse Three: Busta Rhymes]
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Yo, and if you ain't the bangest chick I ever saw
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Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya
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From the ceiling to the floor
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I look from top to bottom
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Analyse the middle with your little cleavage and your drawers
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Everything remains raw baby
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I love the way you strut
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When you walk by got a wide angle lens focused on your butt
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Complection looks mixed with black and polish
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Caramel, city, stacking bone naked walking tippy toe-ish
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Amazing Leanne got my heart pumping
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Whole entire body cocked on diesel like we running track or something
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I knew that you were the one for me
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Word is bond on Flipmode and S.W.V
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Got the opportunity
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To see how sutible and beautiful you is when you do your nails and your cuticles
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Just stay sharp love, word on my son
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Let it manifest for sure that you're the one
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You're the one, I know
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That you're the one for me
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When in need, you know
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That you can call on me
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Baby, I know that you're the one for me
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You're the one
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You're the one for me
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[Verse Four: Smoothe Da Hustler + Trigger Tha Gamber]
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Let the sex tell, join me cause I ain't waiting for no exhale
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I move on, stay fly to keep my groove on
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It's hard to walk over me so you wonder why your shoes gone
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For me to leave her? Your kidding
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But it was times when you had be down with the fo-pound that she didn't
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You saw me hittin, that's why you eying me
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I know you love me thuggin' it
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I peeped it written it in your diary
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In red, God bless my soul regardless, the heartless and cold
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She gonna be the one
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I ain't lyin'
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I told you, when my girl ain't around I mould you
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Shape you into my queen, just to hold you
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We won't expose you, keep it D.L like R.Kelly
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With Smoothe Da Huster, a Nexx Level G across ya belly
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Nexx Level, Brooklyn Brown Ville - Mr Trigger
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Aced, lost, like vigga, that same dime-pieced getter
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