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he taught me a lot of moves
And my mom she gots the tongue you see?
Whitney Houston that's my mentor all the way
And Aretha Franklin much respect
black ridin' shotgun
Black four-five, black Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get
rape
Only cause Im paid, I'm fucking all of Jade
And my DJ Zhane she likes it when they say
Everybody move your body
Got Whitney Houston boosting
back from his fatal accident to beatmaking and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon' take more than a bullet in
that ***
But don't bite me, *** I don't play that ***

Marques Houston, I don't play that ***
By the time we got half way through watchin' 'Ray', I
Kanye West
Coming back from his fatal accident to beatmaking and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon' take more than
to the A to the N to the E

Yo P don't tell me it was Jane you were douchin'
With the Anita Baker haircut

Nah more like Whitney Houston

While the record's still
I'm hittin' Whitney Houston, oh, she bought me a fur?
Far-fetched like glass teks and kiddie rolex
Soon comin', but now it's time to kick the fun in
can't get enough of Whitney Houston
And I'm thinking 'Lord, that's all I need to know'

So when the night was over, I walked her to her door
And I bid
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
brownie, Whitney Houston the shit she's using,
Jesse Jackson, Reverand scandal, got George Michaels, Tevin Campbell 
Pee-wee Herman's, peep show places,
count cash for a livin` (beotch, BEOTCH!) 

[Chorus]

Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito
back from his fatal accident to beatmaking and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon' take more than a bullet in
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Makin' hit records like Whitney Houston
With a mind of violence, right, I might
Blow the show teachers speakin' yo, I cut MP's
To release to each and be
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
[P.P.] Stronghold overthrow the whole fuckin underground
[I.T.] Secretly run, by commercial motherfuckers now
[S.S.] So while you little step-and-fetch
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...)

Aiyyo
What y'all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston
Cuz "My Love's
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there

I know you love me

But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
stuck like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet wit me,
And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw