| Yeah, yeah.
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| One time, one time.
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| Goin out, goin out.
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| To all the sisters. |
| this one’s for y’all.
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| Thinkin of you, and how the perception came to pass
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| Of a Queen bein just a piece of ass
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| So I ask you how that sound
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| That’s for the sisters I missed the last time 'round
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| Because I can’t forget what you been through
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| I can’t forget the hardships and what you do So I’m payin you the ultimate respect
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| Because I love you and that’s what you should get
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| And it’s a shame that it comes as a surprise
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| From the man in the land of do or die
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| That the word could ever reach and educate
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| It ain’t nuttin’but a style to set it straight
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| And I’m raised right so ladies still first
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| But smooth with the groove for the fools that doubt ya worth
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| Still thinkin of a master plan
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| to protect and respect cause the fact is I love the black woman
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| And anyway, I remember there was a time
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| When I would see you and try and go for mines
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| Push up in the guts for a month or two
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| Leave a stamp, break camp, y’all know the rules
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| And if somethin went wrong it was yo’fault
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| The time was cut short and so were the phone calls
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| And someone would ax if I know you
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| Come up in my face and I would be like, What — who?
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| But then I seen that the game was ignorant
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| The time had come for me to break away from that
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| Don’t you know there ain’t no future in hurtin our own
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| It’s bad enough that the trust and love are gone
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| So I strive for, one to provide for
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| And hold and take and elevate and guide for
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| So many people wanna destroy
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| But I cain’t, and I won’t, stop ever bein true to black woman
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| Now brothers, one last note to help us Keep check of some are livin life reckless
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| Runnin with women who don’t have respect for self
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| And too foul to wanna get help, huh
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| And sista you don’t need a man
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| who cheats and mistreats and beats you bad
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| It’s better to have nuttin than somethin at all
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| And end up like a case bein worse than a close call
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| So listen to the message in the song
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| It ain’t nuttin but a way to make us strong
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| Quit bein so quick to chase the juice
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| And diss us tryin to taste another’s fruit
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| In the land of Ameri-K-K-Ka
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| I gotta hold my own and stay down wit’cha
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| Cause everybody wants to wreck
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| But I’ma love ya and show respect, I need ya black woman |