[Chorus: Khadijah] How far would you still feel me if I didn't make these hits Couldn't get you what you're used to sipping Cris and taking trips Would you still be in my corner or be on some other shit But if so, then I don't need you so let's keep it moving bitch
[Grand Puba] Uh, everything love long as paper keep stackin' Kisses and hugs on some lovie dove shit Niggas on the grind cause we keep you smilin' Paper get low you get on some other shit I know ya whole style, whole style Ya got a lot of bullshit behind that smile Ya main concern is bling, mink, and crocodile No love for niggas who don't make the paper pile I feel ya, feel ya Style been all good from the giddy up, from giddy up Nights on the town used to live it up, used live it up Joints blaze in the trunk used to beat it up, used to beat it up Wrappin' hundred dollars bills in my homeless cup Next day 5th Ave. shoppin' Gucci bag coppin' Paper stopped droppin' attitudes started flip-floppin' No worry bounce the bird in a hurry Little did she know my setback was temporary
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[Sadat X] We can play home As long as you can play with the dome A cold killer, drink a cold can of Miller Turn me off black than a Mike J. thriller Now we all alone, body is bomb Ass much fatter, what the fuck is the matter Always talkin' shit about all of these niggas All these niggas tryin' to seize these figures Ridin' in the two-seater, ridin' with the heater If I meet her tonight, can I beat Do it taste sweet, would I really eat...Bon appetite Is it facts or fake Me and old girl could always swing But why every time got to be on me Cause y'all bitches know that shit is free Now I'm back in the streets before 10:30 Gotta take a shower, can't leave my dick dirty
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[Lord Jamar] Now when a nigga had money, you was there Funny how every time I turned around, you was there When it was time to get your hair, your nails and your gear But at my court date, you failed to appear For my case on appeals, it took over a year In that time, a nigga didn't see nor hear Got to the point, there was no respect at all I was shocked when you did not collect my call Spent nights in my cell just beatin' my dick Thinkin' bout, how we used to fuck and shit I took you out, bought cha' ass a bunch of shit When I get out I'm gonna fuckin' punch this bitch right in her mouth Cause she don't understand the rules You don't bite the man that dipped your hand in jewels
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