| Ooh, ooh, ooh, hey yeah, ahh no
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| So much yeah, ooh
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| There’s so much trouble in my life
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| Sometimes it gets so bad I just breakdown and cry
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| I got my rent to pay and it’s overdue
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| Don’t wanna sale my body just to make it through
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| You see I can’t depend upon no man
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| To be responsible or even understand
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| It’s just the way it is at this point and time
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| Sometimes it gets so scared unless it blows my mind
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| Me and my homegirls, we got a plan
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| Every night at seven we’ll take things in our own hands
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| Now we can play around, let’s make some ends
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| I got my hustle on cause money’s my best friend
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| I wanna be stress free, rest easy at night
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| But there’s so much drama goin' on in my life
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| These days, nights missed get you labeled naive
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| And commons get taking for stupidity
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| So I keep my guard up in this macho world
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| Cause everybody’s running game on mama’s little girl
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| We getting babies from shady, wanna-be playas
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| Who wanna lay us, stick ya, hit ya, forget ya while we stay up
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| Crying till our eyes are swollen
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| Single mothers got the weight of the world on they shoulders |
| Want em' to hold us and tell us it’s gon' be alright
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| Even the hardest sister needs a good man in her life
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| I paid the price and my life is still in a damper
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| After times of dirty dancing, get the babies pampers
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| And don’t talk about the welfare and how they knock us
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| Knowing that chunp change can’t provide nothing proper
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| While the doctors give us new-age birth control
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| They make the swollen to skinny
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| Bleeding constantly or missing monthly, scrapping pennies
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| While my kid’s daddy slinging those Z’s
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| But ain’t doing shit for neither one of these
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| Should I ease up, grab a case, and set it off like Jada
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| Break with the paper, get in a comfort zone from pullin' capers
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| Makes us wanna holler, scream, and shout and say
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| Oh father, why I got live this way
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| I don’t know why I live this way (I don’t know why I live this way)
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| I don’t know why I live this way (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah)
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| I don’t know why I live this way (I don’t know why I live this way)
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| I don’t know why I live this way (Don't know why, I live this way) |
| All my sisters keep ya head up, we ain’t giving up without a fight
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| There’s been a struggle but pretty soon we gonna bubble
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| Though trouble be knocking on my door like every 24−7
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| Heaven knows that I like to keep the bills in check and
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| Letting my kids down on they birthday
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| Gnaws at my heart and tears me apart
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| Can’t let it go like this
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| Racing through the malls at Christmas time, Babylon
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| Got my mind on trip, December 25th ain’t gotta bit
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| To do with Christ or his birth
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| Greedy devils give us pagan, holler
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| And profit off us give praise for better days
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| Better be ahead of what I said
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| Third, I can see I can destroy the mental chains on our enslaved brains
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| Cocaine, be the aim, be the means of profit
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| But logically it tells me I’m going to jail and getting killed
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| Oh well, I gotta do what I gotta
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| Until a new day when I don’t have to ask why I live this way |