| Hey baby, I know you hear me
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| I wanna tell our story
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| It’s painful but it has to be heard
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| Everybody sit back cause Mama Mia’s gotta story to tell ya
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| And it goes a little something like this…
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| Now you and me didn’t have a thing in common
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| Cause I was a quiet daddy’s girl, music thug with no problems or drama
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| Ducking the laws and always facing some charge
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| Hustling hard and trying to stay on your guard
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| Oh Lord, how did we ever hook up
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| I’d ask myself but nothing really mattered but the feelings we felt
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| You hit below the belt when it came to ya niggas
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| But at the same time you knew the difference between biT.C.hes and sisters
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| I used to dig you way back, even though I played hard to get
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| Frustrated but at the same time your loving it
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| You never rushed it and put up with my teasing
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| And smacks to ya hands every time they start to creeping
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| Sneaking, out to see ya every chance I could
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| I knew this had to be love, because it felt good
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| Just to see ya do the simplest stuff like
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| Walk, talk, smile, even boot up, I couldn’t get enough |
| Of being together constantly baby
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| The world revolved around you and me
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| Oh, yes indeed, ooh, yeah yeah
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| Reminiscing on my first steps to womanhood
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| And how you kissed away my tears and fears
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| Then laughed cause we could almost hear
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| My heartbeat, legs shaking, heavy breathing
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| Leading up to ecstasy cause I was getting used to you being
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| Inside of me, moans drowning out the pains in the streets
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| Whispering don’t leave me, ya calling ya baby
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| Ya old lady, ya booT.C.hie boo
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| Caressing and hugging and exchanging I love yous
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| That’s why ya trusted me so much and opened up
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| Even told me all the things that you had closed up
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| Inside, took me for rides in Texas and Florida
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| Trying to dodge the police and most of all the coroner
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| My innocence was long gone
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| If daddy only knew that I could breakdown and cut dope on my own
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| He’d flip and trip out cause I counted cheese faster than a bank teller
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| And didn’t play him short, not ever, you and me
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| The world was ours, ooh
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| The motherfucking world was ours
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| Three years went by, and it was all about you and I |
| I heard the rumors about the others but they couldn’t come close to the
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| Love we had and even made you a dad, a shining star
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| Proud, sticking out ya chest passing out cigars
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| Rolling hard, cash out the ass
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| But we have a baby now time to think about some staying plans
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| So-called friends are getting jealous cause we coming up
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| The grapevine said they talking bout running up
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| And I’m scared, I don’t wanna see you dead
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| I’d rather give all this up, just to have you with us
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| But my pleas and cries couldn’t slow ya down
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| I still see ya bloody body on the ground
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| I ain’t the same, can’t sleep wondering how it’d be
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| If we would’ve moved on and left this shit alone
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| You and me a true ghetto love story
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| That ended so sad and left my child without a dad
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| This is for all the women out there
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| Who think that being a hustler’s lady
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| Is nothing but champagne, material things, and money
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| Then again much love to the dead and all the ones they left behind
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| I bear witness to that |