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Verse 1 *(Numskull)*
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Damn
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What's up!?
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(It's me mayne, Money Green!)
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I'm tired of no good people poppin up on the scene
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I'm talkin' about them "buy-no" bro's
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don't buy no Hamps, don't buy no liquor
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smoke yo whole bundle type "buy-no" folks
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be showin' up at yo door step
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got yo whole block hot
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takin' off they shoes like yo house is a sock hop
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(STOP! In the name of the law!)
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Show up again on the strip, you gettin' floor
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(I ain't got no where to go!)
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I can't help that there bro
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I got problems of my own, what you all in my hair for?
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I can't help you wit the pain you got, but I'm a tell you one mo'
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time...
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*(Chorus)*
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Do not Ring My Bell!
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But you can give me a page.
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Do not Ring My Bell!
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But you can give me a page.
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No, don't you ring it!
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Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
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Ring the alarm!
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Another dope fiends callin', haulin' ass to my door cuz I'm ballin'
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all in my buildin', wakin' up grown folks children
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now they complainin' claimin' that I'm dope dealin'
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I'm still in bed, four fifty-four in the mornin'
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me and my hoe yawnin'
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and there goes the bill on the noon, and yo it don't stop
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he claimin' that he smoke rock, and better take yo ass to the dope spot
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fool I tote glocks, and I'm the type that blasted
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I closed the door, and so you know 5-0 went past it
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I got my ass kicked, they said I looked suspicious
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and all of the traffic got my black ass evicted
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inflicted by the drug clientel
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they ask a lie in hell
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but now I'm lyin' in a cell
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wit no bail like the Goodfellas
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I'm gonna tell ya...
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*(Chorus)*
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Never ever Ring My Bell!
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But you can give me a page.
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Do not Ring My Bell!
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But you can give me a page.
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No, don't you ring it!
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Verse 3 *(Numskull)*
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Man, why ya'll still knockin'!?
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I'm fed up wit that
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now I think ya'll plottin'
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tryin' to case my house
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scopin' out my cabbage (it's cool!)
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I should start shootin' folks in the ass hole
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cuz I'd a told 'em before, but they still come at will
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so now this time, I think that some blood should spill
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it ain't juss dudes it's hoes too
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my house ain't the spot!
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Smellin' up my crib wit yo dirty ass cock
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my broad findin' out is what I'm fearin'
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showin' up wit out notice, leavin' photos and earings
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people knockin at my door, it ain't me it's different strokes
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so you can go on, leave and get yo Note
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playa hatas
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betta save a, quarter
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so you can hit me on my pager
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keep comin' and I'm a mow ya
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cuz I....
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*(Chorus)*
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Told you not to Ring My Bell!
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But you can give me that page.
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I told you not to Ring My Bell!
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But you can give me a page.
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No, don't you ring it!
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Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*
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1 and a 2 and a 3
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hoes wanna do it to Num, Dru and me
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she screw me and do me like V.V.D.
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a hoochie
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poppin' that coochie like an O.G. off the VSOP
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and you know we had to work that fat ass orgy!
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When I was on the turf, hoes used to smirk and straight ignore me
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now it Georgie-Porgie, put in pie
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couldn't I
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be in yo video half naked doin' the butterfly?
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wit some other guy tattooed straight on your titty
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a pretty
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freakin' all the ballers in the city
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you tried to rigg me
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but once it's done, once a hoe
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8 months pregnant, but you know we did it 4 months ago
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And yo!
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I had the J the I the M
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so whoever went wrong you betta ask them
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and baby I ain't the one
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and I couldn't of.
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You shouldn't have Ring My Bell!
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You shoulda gave me a page.
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You shouldn't have Ring My Bell!
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You shoulda gave me a page.
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No, you shouldn't have ring it!
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Ring My Bell
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Luniz |