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[Verse 1]
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Did you ever have a girl and you thought she was it
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To find out in the long run she ain't even shit
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Dress her up nice sport her all over town
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And then behind your back she likes sleepin around
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She's steppin out late while you're home in bed
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To another brother kickin bass all in her head
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You're layin there lookin at her photo in frame
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And you're chirpin like a bird while you're singin her name
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You call her every night, then you're off by 10
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When you hang up the phone, she hits the road again
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Sad what I'm sayin, but it's gotta be true
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Everybody knows your girl better than you
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But what I'm sayin is this: you said she'd never do wrong
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You met her at first, she did a dancin song
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Said "I'll stay with you forever and brighten your world"
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Face it, somebody bumpin your girl
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Somebody else bumped your girl
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And the thought of it wrecked your world
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Somebody else bumped your girl
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It makes you mad, don't it?
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Somebody else bumped your girl
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And the thought of it wrecked your world
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Somebody else bumped your girl
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It make you ill, won't it?
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[Verse 2]
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I met this kid named Jesse on my way uptown
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Sittin on the train, on his face was a frown
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I said "My man, what's the matter?" then he started to sweat
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Said "My girl left the crib, and she didn't come home yet
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Foxxx, I'm hurt, sad as could be
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Cause everytime she leaves, she always calls me
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But I ain't heard a word, I'm worried to death
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I can't understand why she up and just left"
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"How long has it been?" He said "About six days
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And man, I did a lotta prayin, and I hope that it pays"
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I looked him in his face, told him "don't be a cad
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Cause ain't a girl in the world, it's insanity, mad
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You better start thinkin and preparin your heart
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Cause if you hear the wrong thing, you'll be torn apart"
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Jesse stood up, the train came to a stop
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Had a look on his face like he was about to pop
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I said "So what's up?" Then he looked in my grill
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Kinda like I look myself when I'm bout to get ill
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He was lookin on a platform, right by a can
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His girl lockin lips with another man
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Jesse broke stupid, and pulled out a tool
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And started lickin off like a crazy fool
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The brother went rambo, actin wild
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And shot sixteen people at the turnstyle
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The girl got sick when she saw blood flowin
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The brother she was with did a Jesse Owens
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I couldn't believe the brother ruined his world
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All because somebody else bumped his girl
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Somebody else bumped your girl
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And the thought of it wrecked your world
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Somebody else bumped your girl
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It makes you mad, don't it?
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[Verse 3]
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Now I'ma tell you all a story bout my man Jim Stone
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Who had a three-floor mansion and a yacht of his own
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He had enough money, but what capes the cake
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He had the baddest girl in about 10 states
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All about he ever talked about was lovin his girl
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And how he'd never touch another in the whole wide world
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Jim got the nerve, wants to buy her a ring
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And when he put it on her finger, she was ready to sting
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The brother had a party at his crib one night
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Had the place laid out, and the music was hype
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About 100 people, I would say, no less
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Freddie foxxx ain't stupid, I can knowledge a mess
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I noticed his girl, she kept grinnin a lot
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She was hangin round the fireplace in this one spot
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She looked like she was waitin for a train or a bus
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She was waitin for Jim's best man, his boy Gus
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Gus got slick, took the girl by the hand
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And dipped the step like the Bionic Man
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I stood there shakin my head, I had a flashback
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Bout what happened uptown by the traintracks
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Jim came over and he said to me "Fred
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I got a real bad thought bumrushin my head"
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I said "So what's the matter?" Then he looked at me twice
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And said "I can't find my best man Gus or my wife"
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Jim was on a mission, I could look in his eyes
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And see the meter on his blood pressure startin to rise
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He headed up the steps and I followed behind
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And I could tell by his face he had death on his mind
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He stood by the room and the door was cranked
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Then he took off his shirt, and then we both stepped back
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Jim kicked the door open and he stuck in his hea |