| This ain’t no kind of fiction, life will blow your mind
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| This is kinda reality, so you gotta feel so fine
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| Yeah
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| Telling you 'bout the kind of woman, folks, who live in the ghetto, like I say
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| Some are bad and some are very good, as I would tell it to you
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| You tried to hurt me, but you can’t, girl
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| Baby girl, you will never hurt I, like I say
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| You gotta leave my life and run away
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| You can live the life you love and love the life you live, as I would tell you,
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| girl
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| Because everything I’ve got won’t be yours to give, as I would tell you,
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| as long as I live
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| Tll you about the girl who live on the cornr, called the tripe girl
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| She’s a bad kinda cat, you know
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| Never stick around with one man too long
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| She’s always running on strong
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| Yeah
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| Girls of your type should be selling tripe
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| Tell you
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| Get out of my life and run away, little girl
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| Gotta find some kind of woman you can trust, that is a must, you know
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| Never take up some kind of woman who is always tryina make a lot of fuss
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| When I pass you by, girl I feel pure hate |