[Intro]
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Hey...hey
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Hey...hey
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Hey...hey
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Hey
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[Verse 1]
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Who the hell is this, paging me at 4:56 in the morning
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Crack of dawning, now I'm yawning, wipe the cold from my eyes
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See whos this paging me, and why
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Its my girl Yvonne from the hair salon
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Told me she was down the club last night
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Shit wasn't seemin too right
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These bitches hoppin out of Honda's and Gallat's
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talkin greasey out they lips as if they won't get popped
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I'm the same bitch from ninety eight
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with the twenty two in the boot
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Tape wrapped around the butt of the gun
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Heat about as hot as the sun
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Leave you tangled in my flow like a web spun
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Plot on me? You askin for a casket
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Your snotty-nose-ass son bout to be a bastard
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I gotta have it, for fuckin those who try to fuck me
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Ms. Jade, wolf in the dress
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Got them things waitin never the less
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[Bridge BIG (Woman)]
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(Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey)
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Gonna be a lot of slow singin and flower bringin
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if my burglar alarm starts ringin
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[Verse 2]
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Keisha, Tracy and Lisa in the bathroom
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while Yvonne was in the stall
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Play hushin, heard the door
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They was talkin 'bout how they was gonna get me
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Gonna dip with the fifth or just to slip a micky
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They said I was gettin too much shine how I came up
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How I switched from the Lum' to the Benz truck
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How I fucked wit Lisa's ex and I got 'em stuck
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Linked up with Timbaland but it was pure luck
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They said they know where I rest at, in Nicetown
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Livin home with mommy, gonna make us both lay down
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Big knifes, one pound, I'm tellin y'all now
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If them bitches chump, then they better bounce
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Top story, Daily News, three bodies found
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Family mournin over lost ones, it ain't fair
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Don't wanna but I gotta do it like a pap smear
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Keisha lockin the door to a broke Delta
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soon as I seen her put the bitch in a Full Nelson
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Kicked her in the back and shot her in the knee caps
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Went up in the pockets while askin her where the weed at
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Hopped up in the Delta, saw Tracy and Lisa
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Popped they ass one by one while I was puffin Reefa
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Now I'm lookin for that bitch Yvonne
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Cause when them hoes was talkin it
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she didn't say shit, punk bitch
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Them hookers got me goin out my mind
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I'm all stressed and weed sweatin, gotta take my time
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Settin me up, everybody schemin
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Telephone woke me up, the whole time I was fuckin dreamin'
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Dream
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Ms. Jade |