[Proof - Intro]
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Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at
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Club Runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free.
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G-Unit in da house! What up baby.
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Performin' live tonight live on stage. . .Captain Save-'em-hoe,
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and the fabulous Case y'all. Stick 'em out y'all.
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All my Detroit playas, let's go!
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[Kon Artis - Chorus]
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I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games,
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I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain.
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I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man.
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I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned.
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You know all I really wanna do is fuck. I ain't
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gon' let a money hungry women set me up.
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And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck.
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I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned.
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[Kon Artis]
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You gave right. Yes I love monage-e-tois
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and I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah".
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I'm a trick daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure
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that I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya.
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I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk,
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but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump.
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When my mind's on hump to me my .9's in the trunk,
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and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt.
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Not once, twice, but three times the lover
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that your man is, and I'm a freak undercover.
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I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother.
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I got five of them motherfuckers tryin' to smother me already.
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We can't go steady, but you can give me head.
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Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shit.
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My chap lips will cut nipples when breast fed,
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and on the way, leave the bread with Achman.
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I'd love for you to stay but I got another date,
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with a fat chick that eat cake on playskates.
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She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grace
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plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape.
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[Chorus]
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[Swift]
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I'ma make this one thing clear,
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ain't no woman hear gon' ruin my career.
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All the hell you doin' is pursuin' a dream,
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that's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems.
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All these hoes be lyin', bullshittin' each other.
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And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber.
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He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her.
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I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother,
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or my wife, and my sisters. So motherfuck a mistress.
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They signin' a contract before these bitches hit this.
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Never will a woman take me out that way.
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I keep a RCA camera in there motherfuckin' face.
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[Chorus]
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[Bizarre]
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What's your name again? It doesn't matter.
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My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers.
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Sit down girl. Let me get you a drink.
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I'ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink.
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From day one, I knew you was a hoe.
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I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'.
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Turn around, let me see your nasty ass.
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Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pads.
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[Kuniva]
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These hoes be on some bullshit. Always tryin' to pull shit
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outta they ass. Get mad and put you on blast.
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Tell 'em bitches how she fucked you,
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sucked you, put it on you, boned you.
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Yappin' off with they mouth sayin' she loved you.
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All on your dick, callin' your phone, spazzin' and shit.
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Havin' a fit until you feel like callin' it quits.
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Then she starts callin' your chick,
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wantin' to fight. Everytime you show up at a gig,
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she front row with her friends. Flippin' you off.
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Follow you to the bar, the bathroom,
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the parkin' lot, to the car, pissin' you off.
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Until you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout.
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You get locked up for assault and now you asked out.
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[Chorus]
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I'll Be Damned
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