Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X
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Girl you know that you need
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to stop givin' me the silent.. treatment baby
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Can't you see what you mean to me?
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I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me
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And treating me silently
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Verse One: BlackThought
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Yo, I had a Queen named Amina, height 5'7"
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Caramel-complected, body like heaven
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Met her through the sister of my man Big Vince
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Like some shit from out the flicks we been in love ever since
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She called me her chocolate brotha, I call her my sugar sista
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Knew Shorty could work it since before I ever kissed her
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I never dissed her, painted my picture to hit
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But because sex she wasn't with, she started flippin an' shit
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Like, "Listen man, I'm Queen Amina, Amina's not no freak and
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that game is weak and keep tryin to hit I could quit speakin
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Tariq in fact, you bein BlackThought don't get ya closer
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I dig ya but won't bone ya because I'm so-called supposed ta
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Most o' them would, but that couldn't be me, that's not my flava
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Go home and think about that, maybe later on I'll page ya..."
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I contemplated, and then concluded she was bluffin
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Steady pursuin screwin, gettin nothin but the silent treatment
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Chorus (+ "Silently bay-bee" at end)
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Verse Two: BlackThought
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Crazy frustration, about my lovin situation
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When patience was a virtue, but I wasn't used to waitin
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I want some Marvin Gaye healin, feelin is real inside
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I slip and slide, my ride'll keep you occupied, I'd..
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love to get wit it like that, but my baby's kitty cat's capped
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and locked, Love Boat is docked at the shore
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And what for? Later for groupies on tour
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Why won't my sugar call me no more?
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I mean, my Queen gets upset, rejectin and sexually neglect
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Then sayin I'm more sewer than Das EFX, and closed-minded
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It's like I'm blinded by the skinnin
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I'm into women; because of that, this one's into communication
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Temptation played the vandal, freakin my brain, my mind
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Rippin the handle on physically scandalous acts
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Yo! She knew what I wanted, but she fronted
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... bust it
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Chorus
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Verse Three: BlackThought
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Well umm
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Movin right along with the song, plus the strong
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feelings on my mind, desire to intertwine
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Combine and blend, baby bust a message that I send
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Ain't no need to pretend, cause shit is real til the end
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I provide a place to hide from crime, hard times
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and livin trife, while I open ya mind, you're in my life
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like love, it ain't no way no one can rise above what's real
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That's why I'm feelin like you're makin me bugged
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I puff an El on fifty deuce while I walk in the rain
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Heart feelin killa pain while I hop the train
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Dial her number to the rest, and ain't no messages left
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Regardless, my chest thumps from stress, yo it's a mess
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I don't know what I got to do to make you understand
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I'm for real and that's no question, no frontin or no guessin
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Undressin, carressin, in the span, that I contain in my hand
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could touch and make you say that I'm such a man
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and call my name, so let me set your body aflame
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I'll never treat you like a dame or run game
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Now who's to blame?
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I know you're not a hoe for niggaz with a lot of dough
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But I just wanted you to know
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Chorus (+ "silently" at end)
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Chorus 1/2 (+ "silently, si-lent-ly" at end)
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*whistling of music fades away*
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Silent Treatment
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| Everything But The Girl |
