| One Two, One Two
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| You got the levels straight?
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| lets do my thing
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| Talking shit while he was rollin' his weed
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| my niger hit him in the face
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| he didn’t know that disrespect
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| would lead to such a serious case.
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| if you knew how to read the situation
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| you would stay your his place.
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| if there is one thing that everyone one needs
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| is their god damn space
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| let me talk about it as I rock it Give me five feet,
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| all around the world,
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| I don’t want no body touching me unless it’s my girls
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| I give a pound of hugs of love some are like that
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| don’t be tapping my shoulders
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| or patting me on the back
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| or pullin' my arm
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| checkin my size
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| I’m liable to do you harm,
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| my temple is my prize
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| I’m wise and on the really
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| I ain’t too touchy feely
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| if you put your hands up on me,
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| I might just smack you silly
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| there a billion people
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| touch somebody else, touch yourself
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| I’ll be sure to get at you if I need your help
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| but until then, maybe when I’m dead, or still
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| but to touch you without touchin' you is one of my gifts
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| talking shit while she was drunk at the bar,
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| my homey slapped her in the face
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| she didn’t know that disrespect
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| would lead to such a serious case
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| if she knew how to read the situation
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| she would stay in her place
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| if it’s one thing that everyone needs is their god damn space
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| why you all up up under me,
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| screamin in my ear
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| why you tryin to talk over the music
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| when you know we barely can hear
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| why you tuggin on my coat tail
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| grabbin on my sleeve
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| yo cover your mouth when you cough around me don’t touch me when you sneeze
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| I don’t like disease,
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| I don’t want to give you what I’ve got
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| yo hit the weed,
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| but what I don’t need is someone always in my spot
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| stadin when I’m standing,
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| breathin down my neck
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| yo have some respect
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| I guess you think that water ain’t wet
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| just back the back the fuck up,
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| no I ain’t stuck up I just don’t want to hear your moans and groans
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| and hick-ups and stuff
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| being recorded with the tape recorders all in my grill
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| but touchin you without touchin you is one of my skills
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| talkin shit while he was up at the mic.
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| somebody hit him in the face
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| he didn’t know that disrespect
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| would lead to such a serious case
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| if he knew how to read the situation
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| he would stay in his place
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| if there is one thing that everyone needs
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| is there goddamn space
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| let me talk about it as I rock it now I’m a draw the lines on the ground and show you my squares
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| at least arms distance so stand over there
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| hey love you know I miss you
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| and how we embrace,
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| but I let you know if I wanna kiss you
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| or see how you taste
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| yo we all got issues we need to face,
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| so don’t think I’m tryin' to diss you
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| when I tell you the case
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| in case you wondering it’s just like that
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| I practice telepathy
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| I already know what you’re goona say
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| before you step to me
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| I hate crowded elevators and downtown brush,
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| pack trains, crazy-ass people on the bus,
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| sometimes roll blush,
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| lookin' so called crush,
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| but I’d rather teleport through space so ya’ll can bite my dust
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| use body language baby,
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| I can dig that,
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| but homey you need to kick back and relax on the act
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| the bottom line is don’t invade no body’s own
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| or maybe your own, sincerely aceyalone
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| talking shit while he was walking the street,
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| somebody shot him in the face
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| he didn’t know that disrespect
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| would lead to such a serious case,
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| if you knew how to read the situation
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| you would stay in your place
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| if there is one thing that every one needs
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| is their goddamn space
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| give me five feet all around the world
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| to each his own |