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featuring Mike Stewart
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[Ruck]
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Fuck you bitch word up
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It ain't all about you huh?
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Trying to make shit happen fuck you
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Aiyyo we fight every night now that's not kosher
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I reminisce with bliss before Eshkoshkah
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We was closer later on you was supposed ta
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be the one that I stayed with but it seemed that you played tricks
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Every day it get worse than the day before
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Maybe you're actin too immature
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Insecure, plus I'm lookin for the cure
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Keep flippin like you do I'm lookin at the door..
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Ahh, motherfuck you
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Playin, youknowhatI'msayin?
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The fuck I look like huh?
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One of these bitch ass niggaz in the street huh?
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You dealin with a nigga who, can say what he means
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and mean what he say
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When I say I'm lookin at the door bitch I'm obvious
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Straight up and down
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The fuck I look like to you huh what?
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And when you wit your friends I slide to the side
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until the spotlight is mine, and always rep God Cipher Divine
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When I, did the knowledge all my wisdom it came
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to an understanding that you underhanded and lame
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I should play some stuck-up rapper role
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And get foul everytime you lose control
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But that's not my order of operation
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Bustin nuts in ya, startin our own population
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But now you ain't actin the way that you used ta
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B so I can't C you in my future
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And I don't think that I can take it anymore
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Y'all know the rest.. the four-four
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[Mike Stewart]
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If the lovin ain't right
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You're not home, late at night
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All we ever do is fight
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There's a reason I should breeze
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If the lovin ain't good
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And I never thought you could
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ever treat me like you should
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That's a reason I should breeze
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Fuck is the deal, huh?
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You know what I'm workin with, I gotta tie my shit to my knee
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Fuck, my shit ain't good, what?
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The fuck is you doin, punk ass bitch?
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My friends always tell me I'm lucky to stay
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dipped with the flyest chick from the B.K.
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But all the games you play make a nigga wanna spray
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So every night to the most high a nigga pray
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that me and my shorty make it to another day
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If not fuck it Ruckus it wasn't meant to go that way
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But hey I can't front it was good while it lasted
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until I asked her some old stupid hood rat shit
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Some left field shit that a nigga can't call
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But all in all, I had a ball
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I guess it's better to have loved, and to have lost
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Than to never have love at all
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[Mike Stewart]
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If the lovin ain't right
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You're not home, late at night
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All we ever do is fight
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There's a reason I should breeze
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If the lovin ain't good
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And I never thought you could
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ever treat me like you should
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That's a reason I should breeze
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Youse a fuckin miserable bitch
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man that's my word is bond you always want me around the shit
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Misery love company man but you know what?
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I'm gettin the fuck up on out of here, ba-by, bet that
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I ain't gonna deal with that bullshit no more huh?
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Bout to make mad moves with my dogs man
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Fuckin Heltah Skeltah me and Rock yaknahmean?
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Motherfuckin my brother Illa-Noyz, man fuck you word up
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Plus I got motherfuckin ?, knahmean?
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Motherfuckin uhh, Mike Stew'
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Singin what he singin, doin what he doin
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[Mike Stewart]
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If the lovin ain't right
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You're not home, late at night
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All we ever do is fight
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There's a reason I should breeze
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If the lovin ain't good
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And I never thought you could
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ever treat me like you should
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That's a reason I should breeze...
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(repeat both stanzas to end)
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Chicka Woo
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Heltah Skeltah |