| Yeah, so I guess by the time you get this kite, I’ll be ghost, right?
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| Yup, check it
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| For too many years, I had yo back
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| And for too many years, you gave me slack
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| Tell me, what did you think
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| That I was a idiot?
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| Or, how many years you thought i’d take yo shit
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| I’m out, I’m leavin you wit the whips and the cribs
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| In exchange for the kids, and my happiness
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| Ghetto divorce, how real is this?
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| And oh yeah, tell you side bitch she _In Like Flint_
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| I left enough food to last until the weekends
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| And when its all gone, go eat wit your friends
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| Since thats, who you cherish, more then me
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| The one who carried every last one of your seeds
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| The one who did a bid for you when you copped one and three
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| The one who was on yo side when you copped yo first ki
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| Me and you kid, we was meant to be
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| Who’d think that the streets will make you flip on Queen
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| (Chorus: Repeat 2x, Miss Jones)
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| I’m doin my thang, I’m movin on
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| You won’t appreciate a real bitch till shes gone
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| Never mind the drama and don’t bother callin me
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| You’ll never find a woman that looked out like me |
| For, many years concentrated on you
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| Lost focus on myself, seperated from my crew
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| Allowed you to drain down, my soul slowly
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| I’d rather be in the projects
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| Then stress and luxeries
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| So they’re for I’m leavin you wit all yo ice
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| That shit wasn’t worth bein alone at night
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| That shit wasn’t worth worryin if you was alright
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| So ignorant, you never knew your wrongs from your rights
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| Never understood it was always about the respect
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| Not about bein yo main chick wit begettes on my neck
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| Not about bein me bein the baddest bitch in the hottest whip
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| It was about you bein a real man to me and yo kids, yo heard
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| (Chorus: Repeat 2x)
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| I’m doin my thang, I’m movin on
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| You won’t appreciate a real bitch till shes gone
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| Never mind the drama and don’t bother callin me
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| You’ll never find a woman who looked out like me
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| I’m doin my thang, I’m movin on
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| You won’t appreciate a real bitch till shes gone
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| Never mind the drama hang yo lame apology
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| You’ll never find a woman who looked out like me
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| True I, made the choice to a wife to a thug |
| But you gotta understand, at first it was about the love
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| But now, I don’t know who the fuck you are
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| I thought I never say «I miss"when the times was hard
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| When all I had was you, and you had me
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| Instead of pushin big boys, we was pushin our feets
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| I never shitted on you, stricly loyalty
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| I lived how you lived, by the codes of the streets
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| But you broke that son, when you flipped out on me
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| You’ll never find another chick that’ll hold you down like Queen
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| Never, another chick that’ll help you grip yo bricks
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| Never, another chick will love you without yo chips
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| Tha’ll ride up in a hooptie, as well as a six
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| You gon miss me when I’m gone
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| P. S. it was real kid
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| Uh huh, Miss Jones break it down
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| How you feel about this |