(feat. Dhani Harrison, Erykah Badu, John Frusciante)
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[Ghostface - whispering]
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Shh, shh, shh, shh, Wu, Wu, Tang, Tang
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[Chorus: Erykah Badu]
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The joy the flowers bring me
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The pain still has me sinking
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All while my heart gently weeps
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Your smile has got me shrinking
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The tears in your eyes are twinkling
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Because the heart gently weeps
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[Raekwon the Chef]
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Snowy night, fiends basin, a Raisin in the Sun was amazin
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The joint on the dresser, a gauge went off
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Jumped up, fish tank, it fell, and they stuck
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They shot her cousin LaVon, he owed a buck
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Willie was awful, pulled out the ratchet, let off two
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Grits fell on his leg, Kiana ripped the cold bowl
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He violent, an Island nigga with the talent
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of six killas who just came home, from straight whylin
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Robbin everything in Macy's, Lacy, short haircut
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With long arms who fuck niggaz, got four babies
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Yvette jabbed her, slapped her wig off, ran in the crib
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She did the dumb shit, my nigga then clapped her
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Lester, smoked Chester sister Vest, I heard it was a mess
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They ripped the apple out her throat, blessed her
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Hungry hyenas from Medina, all eight trainers
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Who got reluct', think fast and blast from Beamers
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Yeah, yo
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I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin the cart
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Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clark's
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That's what I get, not focusin from hittin that bar
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My mouth dried, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark
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In the aisle bustin them paper towels and wipin my Wally's down
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I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin a shiny pound
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It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim
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I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again
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[singing] That bitch is crazyyyyy
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And uh, she brought her babyyyyy
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She knew I hard the murders, a smack
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It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin nephew grippin his gat
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You's a bitch - [singing] you better kill meeeee
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You know you're bootyyyyyy
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You pulled your toolie, out on meeeee... motherfucker
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First thought was to snatch the ratchet
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Said fuck it and fuckin grabbed it
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I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin
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I wrestled him to the ground, tustle, scuffle, constantly kicked him
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He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin bit him
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Shots was whizzin, hittin Clorox bottles
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Customers screamin, then the faggot ran out of hollows
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I had to show him what it's all about
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Next thing you read in the paper, "A man who came to kill gets knocked out"
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[Interlude: Erykah Badu]
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I don't know whyyy-hy-hyyyy, nobody told you
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Man's not supposed to cry...
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Though we're just babies, and you're so crazy
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How tears of joy bring so much life
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[Method Man]
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Yo, aiyyo yo yo
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You on your way to the store nigga grab me a Dutch, I'm mad as fuck
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My dude, my count was short when I was baggin it up
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Now I need liquor, nigga pass me a cup
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What's up with Officer Brown? The other day he tried to shackle me up
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He killed Kase and now he hasslin us
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This motherfucker got balls, even the gall to try and pattin me up
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Time to re-up, let these niggaz know we back on the block
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With three hundred off a G-pack, crack in the spot
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[Interlude]
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[Chorus]
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The Heart Gently Weeps
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| Wyclef Jean |
