| I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride
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| (Cheers)
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| But on some real shit, you gonna tell that nigga
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| Kutt: yeah I’m a tell that nigga man
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| You better tell him or I’m a tell him
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| Kutt: Nah I’m a tell him, it’s kind of a sensitive subject though
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| You know what I’m sayin, that nigga love the bitch dog
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| This is a story of a female dog
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| And in this tale the dog, be gettin busy
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| Chasin after two wrongs
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| Lookin for food and shelter in two homes
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| But when you bite the hand that feeds ya
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| You find yourself on your ass when you do wrong
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| Listen to the words that I’m speakin
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| This is your best man
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| Was a good and bad syndicate, like Heaven and Hell
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| Used to run the streets since the age of 11 or 12
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| Your momma was my momma, mi casa was su casa
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| Hangin out at skippin parties, thunderbird and?
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| We used to seel dope together, stackin major chips
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| Thinkin ain’t nobody in this city could fade the click
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| Two niggas that would kill for each other on the real though
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| No questionin our loyalty we bonifide real bros
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| I remember when we used to f*ck hoes together
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| Traded clothes in? |
| state flow together
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| But now u’s a man, you say you gotta plan
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| Under God and wanna put your life all in his hands
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| And that’s cool, plus I hear you got a boo in these street
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| You been datin for months, and see her five days a week
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| But you lookin to tie the knot it’s gettin crazy deep
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| Said you want me to be the best man, it made we weep
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| I was his best man
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| Lord knows I’m wrong, I’ve been sippin on Patron real hard
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| And he was my best friend
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| Gotta bring it to an end, and I don’t even know how to start
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| And it was his girlfriend
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| But now it’s his wife, so what we had together was trife
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| So I don’t know if I can
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| Be a man and tell the truth, I’ll walk away with guilt for life
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| Man it’s crazy that my nigga got a broad ya dig
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| Thinkin bout her gettin married, a nice car and crib
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| Bein a wife, picket fence man, life’s just a glimpse
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| But put it all together and it all make sense
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| I get a knock at the do, must be my baby to be
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| Nice broad, you A&Rin for a label or three
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| I ain’t seen her in some months now, ready to get punched down
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| But when I answer she lookin funny and hunched down
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| What’s wrong with you? |
| Is the question I lay
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| She say she feel a little under the weather today
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| She hadn’t been outta town but she had somethin to say
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| She been lovin up with my homie, not my brotheren mayne
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| I’m like DAMN could’ve nearly killed the bitch
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| Now I’m thinkin of every way that I could filter this
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| Done over by a beezy that was some filthy shit
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| But I ain’t the type to play the guilty trick
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| I was his best man
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| Lord knows I’m wrong, I’ve been sippin on Patron real hard
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| And he was my best friend
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| Gotta bring it to an end, and I don’t even know where to start
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| And it was his girlfriend
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| But now it’s his wife, so what we had together was trife
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| So I don’t know if I can
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| Be a man and tell the truth, I’ll walk away with guilt for life
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| Now I’m hearin that there’s gonna be some problem in the streets
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| When you see me cause this nigga had the nerves to bump his gums to my motha
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| So tell me what he really wanna do
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| I got milli’s I got phillies matter of fact a whole brigade muthaf*cka
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| So nigga when you see me you gon see me
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| I ain’t never been a bitch, that’s on my momma so believe
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| I ain’t duckin, and we can get em up on 27
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| You can trust I got the rap for you suckas
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| But when I think about it, man we cooler than that
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| We shouldn’t let a bitch come between what me and you had, a pact
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| Like niggas over bitches, money over hoes
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| And not to let a scandalous bitch step on our toes
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| These hoes now is way too vicious
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| Days and times we livin in is way too different
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| Bitches go out they way just to make you slip
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| So niggas watch ya hoes, cause they sickness
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| I was his best man
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| Lord knows I’m wrong, I’ve been sippin on Patron real hard
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| And he was my best friend
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| Gotta bring it to an end, and I don’t even know where to start
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| And it was his girlfriend
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| But now it’s his wife, so what we had together was trife
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| So I don’t know if I can
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| Be a man and tell the truth, I’ll walk away with guilt for life |