| Yeah… uh…yeah…uh
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| Grand Puba… yeah…uh
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| Let’s talk about it, huh
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| If ya have a kid with a chick then I hope that chu' love her
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| There’s no stress like Baby Mother
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| Some of these girls use a baby to get back at a brother
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| Cause it ain’t the same as it was
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| Some cats bounce, leave the chick to play the daddy and mother
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| It’s all about the kid and not her
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| If you and her don’t work out then you still gotta handle your’s nigga
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| So handle your business nigga
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| She got chu' for everything
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| The crib and the whip and the bling, ka-ching
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| Now if ya ain’t feelin' shorty like that
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| Then you better put it on, put it on, put it on, put it on
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| And shorty if ya feel the same back
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| Then you better tell dude put it on, put it on, put it on, put it on
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| There be a whole lot of seeds made from Hennessey and trees
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| Once you raw dog hit it
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| The ya ass done committed
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| Cause ya dick is thinkin'
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| Too many trees, too much drinkin'
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| A one time resentment got you a lifetime commitment
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| You hate her now
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| You tell her get rid of that shit
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| But she had three abortions already so she’s keepin' it
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| Now ya got drama with ya soon to be baby mama
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| Nine months of pregnancy
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| No hair no seed
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| It takes two to play
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| Connect that seed with that ay
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| So ya better strap it on if ya goin' all the way
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| Best night of ya life could be the worst of ya days
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| She’ll have you unjust rappers talkin' bout chu' got to pay
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| Now it’s mommie’s baby, daddy’s maybe
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| If it go like it supposed to then the shit go great
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| You know what’s up, if in doubt, do without
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| Or get that funny feelin' when ya ass is pullin' out
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| Like, what I just did
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| I hope I ain’t make no kids
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| Every week you callin' (Yo you get cho' period?)
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| Some cats handle they biz some leave mothers stuck
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| Seed growin' up not knowin' who they daddy is
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| Misguided, undivided, tryin' hard to find it
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| Only seein' life one-sided
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| Come on do you
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| But if you got a seed make sure you do em' to
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| The same fuckin' way that chu' would do you
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| That’s what’s up, some more hood drama
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| And the baby daddy frontin' and it just be baby mama
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| A little bit of something
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| Is better than a whole lot of nothin'
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| Cause nothin' from nothin' leave ya nothin'
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| So tell me why oh why
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| Why did I hit that straight up
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| I hate them chicks who threatin' niggas with that court shit
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| That support shit, knowin' a nigga bought shit
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| You don’t want her so she really on some sore sport shit
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| It ain’t about that seed no more, it’s all about what she can get
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| But that’s that bullshit but that’s how some of em' do
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| There’s only gonna be more drama if ya find somebody new
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| Now she hatin' you, ya ass is really due
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| If this new chick that chu' got is lookin' better than she do
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| Cats be flippin' too, soon as she find somebody new
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| They be loungin' in the crib, you be like who the fuck is you |