[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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Oh daddy
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You know you make me cry..
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How can you love me?
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I can't understand why..
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[Beanie Sigel]
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That's what they yellin when they grab me
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Eyes are swellin, cryin, tryin to stab me
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Once they realize they can't have me
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When I leave 'em try to let 'em down easy like
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I snatch your heart so easy like Valentine
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Can't get caught up in that loop again
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Never letting Cupid in
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Boo you buggin ain't no time to be lovin
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Man the grip on my pistol only thing I be huggin
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It's mack daddy not your daddy mack
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Bitch you got it criss-crossed (scrap)
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I ain't havin that
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I can't have your back
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Look how you act when I had your back
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Picture me havin that back to back
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I pimp proper like shrimp-lobster
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Check out my pimp-posture
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Even my limp proper, mama
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I can't help what's runnin down your face
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I moved your ass into that furnished place
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Like you earned that space
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[Chorus]
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[Beanie Sigel]
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God damn baby you had me
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All the twirlies in the caddy used to take it back gladly
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We was tighter than Tommy Buns and Keesha
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You cleant my guns, count my ones, bagged the reefer
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Shit I thought you was the one - you was my bitch
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The one that never snitched
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Taught you how to bust a fifth, shit
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I taught you how to push a whip
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Taught you how to suck a dick
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Taught you how to fluff a brick
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But you got more drama than a B-mama
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Got me goin through the motions like C. Thomas
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With the bullshit, he say she say
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The bitch is mad cause my jams kick like Eastbay
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Mad cause they mans got they kicks on replay
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How you drop from celebrity status
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Pushin Bent to niggaz in celebrity wagons
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In them sucka type Jags
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Now you fuckin type mad
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[Chorus]
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[Young Chris]
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Oh mommy its so sad
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We had it together
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You had it whenever
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That's yo bad
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You fucked up
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It wasn't meant to be
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You lucked up
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Told me at the end don't trust her
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See that's when all the bullshit started
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That's what three me in reverse, counter-clockwise
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In my mind I swore that we would work
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But I guess that I was wrong
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Ran into a dead end
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Unfaithful bitch
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You fucked the nigga I was blazin with
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Fugazied shit
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It wasn't him it was the paper shit
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Nowadays its all about the latest shit
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That or they favorite...car
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Or get paper from ball
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Unless your label all that
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And you labeled as stars
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Makin the millions
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Got them bitches willin to do
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Whatever it takes
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Takin it off or willin to screw
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Whoever I bring
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Guess it's a celebrity thing
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But I was never ashamed
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I was blessed with the game
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[Chorus]
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Oh Daddy
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Beanie Sigel |