Yeah,
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To the ladies,
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One mo' message from T.I.P.,
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I represent every man in America,
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Naw,the world
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You wanna know what he what he
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thinkin' bout when he ain't
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talkin to you bout why he can't
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be your man you sure you wanna know
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Here it is
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[Verse 1]
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My girl say I don't love her
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She say we just fuckin'
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Nothin' against you
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It's just that I hate tux
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She wanna toast with the Mo' and the ice
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Throwin' the rice
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Wake up with me for the rest of your life
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Ask me where I'm going,when I'comin back when I bounce
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Runnin her mouth, call herself the queen of the south
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Redecorate the crib throwin satin on the couch
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Catch me out adulteratin' takin' half of the house
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Well it ain't she don't deserve it
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Just I don't wanna give it
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The life she wanna live
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Shorty I don't wanna live it
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Makin' money shorty's missin'
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To all kind of digits
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From KeKe's to Chaniques's
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To Bianca's and Brigettes's
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Poppin' up unannouced, shorty call 'fore you visit
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Nothing about a number, mind your goddamn business
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Look bitch, some shit bout Tip won't change
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We can hang, but I got to let you know one thang
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[Chorus]
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I can't be your man
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It ain't you it's me, sorry shorty
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I can't be your man
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Where I been, I don't see no rings on these fingers
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I can't be your man
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Look to the future, find someone better than me
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I can't be your man
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You deserve much more, I'm no good to you shorty
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[Verse 2]
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Don't it seem like shit be cool for a month and a half
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All of a sudden you frontin' and showin your ass
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Complainin' bout what you got
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Shorty look what you had
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Before me, it was pull-out couches and Bilitant bags
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Now she mad cause she ain't got a T.V. in her Jag
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I tell you what if that ain't good enough get back on the bus
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Give up the princess cuts and the Prada and stuff
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I take you out to eat and you order a bottle of what?
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Ungrateful wonderin' why I'm not faithful
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Ballin's all good but this shit is just wasteful
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Want me to pay your bills
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Help you get a bigger crib
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Shorty I don't mind helpin'
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But show some initiative
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Ain't brought nothin' to the table but hard times and heartache
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Do something, get on the grind for God's sake
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A reminder, rewind this message from your highness
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For those that chose to take my kindness for blindness
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[Chorus]
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I can't be your man
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I don't cheat cause I ain't shit,
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I'm cheatin' cause you aint shit
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I can't be your man
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Every time I walk in the house you sittin' on that goddamn couch
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You ain't got nothing better to do
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I can't be your man
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Cook, clean, iron, pay the water bill, shorty do something
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Work with me
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I can't be your man
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Ay, pack you shit shorty, I'm droppin yo ass off at yo mami house
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Right now
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[Verse 3]
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One more scenario
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Bout another jazzy hoe
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That I met on the road
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After a show in Ontario
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Shorty say she got a man
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That don't really scare me though
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But she say he got a temper
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So, but what he jealous for
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Cause you told him you were cheatin
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Hell, well what you tell him for
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Shit, what that got to do with Tip
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You better let him know
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Now she want to let him go
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But what for
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So you can get with me and keep being a slut hoe
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I don't think so baby better stay where you at
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I'm no good for you
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Never mind the way that he act
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You got a kid and a crib with him
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What's better than that
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I'm in town for the week you better settle for that
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[End Chorus]
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I can't be your man
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I'm here for 4 days shorty, 4 days
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I can't change the world
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I can't be your man
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He don't treat you right?
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What that gotta do with me?
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I can't be your man
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He be cussin' you out and shit
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You cheated on him shorty, can you blame him?
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I can't be your man
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You ain't fend to bring that bullshit to me
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I don't want naan parts of it
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I can't be your man
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Look here man
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Get that shit out of my face
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Kick rocks
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I can't be your man
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I ain't fend to have nothing to do with it
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Their will be none of that round here
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I can't be your man
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Besides shorty you talk to much
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I can't deal with it
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I can't be your man
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You say you work where
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Mickey D, get the hell out of here shorty
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Man look ay, I can't deal wit |