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you, you you, without you, oh, oh oh oh
Without you

[Bridge: DMX + (Patti LaBelle)]
I gotta say what's on my mind (Say what's on your mind)
You
(Why do we have to cross over?)
(Why are niggas always crossing over, huh?)
(I mean, what's the matter?)
(They can accept our music as long
you at a party, put up your dickbeaters 
By time I get through wreckin your jaw 
You be callin Patti LaBelle and Barry White hardcore 
Why should I
Speak from your lips to my ears
Yes, I know you know what I wanna hear

When you talk about love
When you think about love
When you talk about love
you knew what I've been through
You would celebrate, get up, you would celebrate

I came in this game through the back door
I know Labelle, we were so
only you knew what I've been through
You would celebrate, get up, you would celebrate

I came in this game through the back door
I know Labelle, we
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle
Ladies and gentleman, the preacher's son
Patti LaBelle is in the building

Let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque how we used to do
I'm not Prince, Lionel Richie, or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders, or the be	-52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
brother that used to rhyme on stage with Biz
Oh he's def," you know what time it is
But this time I'm not assisted on the microphone
More like Patti
every chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
Cross my path I
every chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
Cross my path I
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme
The fiends say my dope is a nine, every chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patti LaBelle
Ladies and gentleman, the preacher's son
Patti LaBelle is in the building

Let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque how we used to do
I'm not Prince, Lionel Richie, or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders, or the be	-52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
a speedknot, and then you bleed a lot
You better read a lot because you really need a lot of
Information, and some education
Cause I'm replacin' what you
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
like it was yesterday
I woke up, baby, you were gone
Didn't even wanna tear myself up out of bed
Let alone, I didn't wanna carry on

'Cause I could hear
An opportunity that went by

Pour you
Now what you gonna do?
Now what you gonna do? 
You just cry

I hear you
Come nearer
I hear you, but I don't
Been told that I'm out my mind
But if you only knew what was inside it
You too would choose to stay out of there
I take my hats off to the addicts
on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah

Oh
at this rate ma, you never graduate
She said, I ain't no fool I make it up in summer school

I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo put
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you see what I see?
Do you see what I see?

Said the night wind to the little lamb
Do you see
Sabotaging
Sabotage
Sabotaging
Sabotage

You're trying to hurt me
By sabotage
You're trying to hurt me
By sabotage

Hear what I say

Man