| Ayo man!
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| Pssh, man…
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| It’s this fuckin' BITCH man!
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| Shit I know I ain’t 'sposed to have no feelings for these hoes out here man,
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| but…
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| This bitch on the back of my mind man! |
| (word?)
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| Yeah man!
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| Done wrote a rhyme 'bout the bitch man! |
| (Let me hear it!)
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| Want me to drop the drama kid? |
| (Yeah!)
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| Yeah, dedicatin this to you man
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| Cause my man 50 Gran' told me straight up and down man
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| I ain’t 'sposed to love no ho!
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| Knahmsayin'?
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| I tried to tell her 50!
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| I got three rules in life!
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| I’m not to be played with… played on or played out!
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| I’m a drop it like dis!
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| Lyin' in my bed. |
| — I'm lookin' at four walls
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| Echo in my head sayin I got a lot of gall.
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| Grippin my cap, my pen in my teeth
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| Thinkin' what this ho said, she called me a: «Thief»!
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| She said I stole her heart. |
| — And didn’t leave a trace
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| I told her I was sorry and she said get out my face.
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| Walked out my door with my Walkman in my pocket
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| Playin' +Love Is A House+! |
| -Aand thinkin' how she jocked it.
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| When she had the key — to open up my door
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| Adore — that Prince scam that got me on the floor.
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| I know that she loved me, I couldn’t ever fake it,
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| I say: «Go buy a pie! |
| «- The girl would go bake it.
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| Makin' a record was important to me
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| More important than her that’s what made her flee, see?
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| The mistake was not payin' no mind
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| All her posse said we was two of a kind.
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| I call her back twice. |
| — Your sister said you’re broke
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| She said: «When you left, your ears was full of smoke! |
| «Chokin' on a cigarette you don’t even smoke
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| Jumped in the train station put in a token.
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| Coulda been my partner, my amigo my peer,
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| Just waitin for them three words that all girls wanna hear.
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| «I love you! |
| «HUH! |
| — You would start to cry if
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| I would reply with I-L-Y!
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| Then I tell your friends — that you played me out
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| Said I wouldn’t say: «I love you! |
| «Just to make you shout!
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| So I, call up 7 digits that would pick up your phone,
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| Your sister picked it up and said that you wasn’t home.
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| I heard you in the back cryin' up a storm
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| Screamin how you wish that I never was born.
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| «I hate him! |
| I hate him! |
| «That's what she kept sayin'
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| She’ll come to her senses is what I kept prayin'.
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| But now I’m gonna lay the cards on the line,
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| Just say that you hate me! |
| — Or say that you’re mine!
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| I said: «When I played ball you was in the stands!
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| When I was sick, you held my hand!
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| It was hard to say before, but now I can
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| Bitch I love no ho! |
| — FUCK YA! |
| "
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| I don’t give a fuck about’cha
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| Take a long walk off a short peer bitch!
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| Try to take bankrolls…
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| Bum bitches outta here 50, man!
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| Now check it!
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| Come to my crib she say: «B.I.G. |
| listen!
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| I don’t like the way you been dissin'!
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| Feel like I been kissin other bitches cause my lips feel chapped
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| I tell you it’s on the blunts, you ain’t tryna hear that! |
| «Now I’m Henny’d like a fuck? |
| — What's the riff?
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| Who I’m sleepin with? |
| — I ain’t got the time to shoot the gift
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| To hoes, I’m tryin to take bankroll.
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| I ain’t fuckin' nobody. |
| — Case closed!
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| You hit the lights and decide to doze off,
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| No kiss goodnight, didn’t take your clothes off.
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| And my dick is harder than a rock,
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| Nobody to cockblock but you’s a hardrock!
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| The fuck you think I am, gay?
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| I ain’t got no time to play I ain’t got nuttin' to say.
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| Bounce out the crib! |
| — Just to see my man, 50
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| And what’s up with B.I.G.
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| And the O.G.B. |
| — You know they keep plenty hookers!
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| And I ain’t a bad looker.
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| So I see one ho that I like yeah, oooh!
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| Shit is cool! |
| (Dude: Trust no hoes! — All they want is bankroll!)
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| That’s what I’m tryna tell you now, baby!
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| My man 50 done schooled me to all y’all hookers, knahmsayin?
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| I ain’t lame to this!
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| Can’t spell game without me, the B.I.G. |