Chorus: {Lil' Ya & Yella Boy}
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I got a head but ain't no screws in it
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I went through a stage, some people call it a mental phase
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Nigga, I got a head but ain't no screws in it
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I went through a stage, some people call it a mental phase
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Verse One: {Lil' Ya}
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In the beginning' I was fuckin' with that gin
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Wasn't smokin' no weed, wasn't even hangin'
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With my friend's shit got bad
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Started whippin' nigga's ass
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Doin' flight's ever night wasn't even
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Takin' bath's uhh, my boy's knew somethin' was wrong
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Cuz everytime they see me slippin'
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They would tell me
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{ Hey dog what's wrong?}
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So I would scat and go listen to that
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Fuckin' Slu, full of that gin wonderin'
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What the fuck to do, half of the time
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I would hang on the corner,
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Buy a pack of Kool's, get a bitch then I bone her
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Go home and wash my dick and switch up my Dickie fit
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It had to be black cuz I totted a gat
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I'm doin' thing's out the ordinary
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That shit was very scary
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I was trippin' I was straight slippin'
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Chorus
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Verse Two: {LIl' Ya}
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Now my mind is fucked up and I can't think
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Left that gin and juice alone
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Got's myself a new drank
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Started fuckin' with that clip, it took me on
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Another extra strip, I had no fam plus it covered up
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The tear's that I had inside when my Mama died
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But I'm a man, and I'm real so I'm gone survive
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I had a nine to five but I didn't need it
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My record's sell's well
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So why should I be greedy
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So fuck it I'm a chill at home and watch my screen
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Get full of that clip, fuck a bitch, a watch her scream
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I'm goin' crazy and I don't know what the fuck I'm facin'
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At Central Park I'm considered a mental patient
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I'm picturin' bitches in my mind, I'm bout to scheme
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When I start fuckin' they try to stick me with Anazeyme
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Tellin' me I needed to calm my nerves,
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But all the while all I needed was some fire herb
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You heard the wzord Lil' Ya done got straight served man
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I was chillin' people said I robbed Pat Swillen
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Chorus
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Verse Three: {Lil' Ya}
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Ninety day's done passed and all my charge got dropped
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Collected all my commissary and I'm back to my block
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{Now the scenery lookin' diffrent to me}
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No more car's, no more girl's, I'm in a diffrent world
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Facin' reality I got to start again
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Like I said, can't fuck around with no friend's
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Like Shawn Kemp, I 360 turned my life around
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Went through a stage some people call it a mentally phase
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Chorus: {2x}
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{Yella Boy}
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Say Ya brah, who the fuck is the president
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{Lil' Ya}
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Man, I'm the muthafuckin' president
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Fuck Michael Gordon
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Fuck the pink slip you used to emit me with
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Fuck the doctor's who told me I wasn't gonna get better
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Fuck the nurses, I used to fuck on the third floor at Charity
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Bitch I was contra up there ya heard me
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And last but not least fuck everybody that call me crazy
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Cuz, if you fuck around and hang with me
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Bitch you gonna be crazy to
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Now Black, get my straight jacket and
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Bring me to my muthafuckin' room
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Head No Screws
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