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you got it
My soul, it lies
My heart, it tries
My mind, is spent
My love...
You can take it all
At your beck and call
I will give to you
I will
biddin' and be at your beck and call
I've never seen anyone lookin' so fine
Man I got to have her she's a one of a kind
I'm going once, I'm goin' twice, I'm
If I'm not workin' or puttin' work in
I'm either wheelin' and dealin'
Or probably jerkin my (censored)
Yep listenin' to nothin', takin' no
got no time for anyone.
You schemed and connived.
You pushed and you lied,
Till you at last became a star.
But now we're gonna see the way you
without a motive 
By making motherfuckers fry
Got me runnin' from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops
Helicopters tryin' to hover over niggas til we drop
an animal,
You got me losing control
You got me losing control
You got me losing control
It's not right

I can't take it no more girl
I can't take this
at all
Cause I don't need the problem of being at your beck and call

[Chorus]
Give me a little time
Can't always have you on my mind
Give me
beg favors, you're kissing other people's [ass]
I write and produce myself just as fast
Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls
911 is a joke
20 years we got here by actin like common folk
Touring the world like a rolling stone
Then the nineties came
Welcomed y'all
the buck wild style that make you get hyper
I got the knowledge of god, sevens all in my cipher
I got the new york hip hop so it goes on and on
Lose my mind
brilliant minds.
It's being asked by every body from Obama, to Glenn Beck.
They all want to know why there's a warning,
on them little blue pills
When
(he) always answers my beck and call,
Ever lovin' mama (daddy)mama (papa) tree top tall.
I feel so proud walkin' by her (his) side,
Couldn't get
Daddy's a sultan
A nomad known to all
With fifty girls to attend him, they all send him
Jump at his beck and call
But you won't need no harem, honey
When
taking all whether big or small 

We got a ? beat and it's dope, def y'all 
Every day of the week you're at my beck and call 
You want to try me out?
need no harem
honey
When I am by your side
And you won't need no camel
No no when I take you for a ride

Come on the cactus is our friend
He'll
a Beck's boy
Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the nigga to check for

Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties, sayin' F-are-E
Johnson's Mill
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin' nude.

Well I couldn't help but stop and stare
Hypnotized I stood right there 
Enchanted by the beauty
understand your mans got flows
And I'm leavin' you so by the time I get the phoenix
Underground ground hits are goin' to fiend this musical genius
to funkytown
Express from the west so it's best that I clown

I bust the alehze on ice on down to beck's brew
I got more fame than dana dane I hold mics like
Filled full of propaganda
They¹ve got your mind under control
Brainwashing program
Fire and forget instruction
Conditioned reflex
No human factor
Blind
Daddy's a sultan
A nomad known to all
With fifty girls to attend him, they all send him
Jump at his beck and call
But you won't need no harem, honey
When
know your Daddy's a sultan
A nomad known to all
With fifty girls to attend him, they all send him
Jump at his beck and call
But you won't need no
Lady arrogance you've really got it made
You can pick and choose
Your debts are always neatly paid
Yes you've got us all at your beck and call
rights but you're at someone's beck and call
G em* see g
You think you've got life on a plate but it's harder to eat than to play
(chorus)
See d g see am g
pack the fo'-fifth, and the ice on your wrist, forfeit 

No game; slappin all hoes who got the fame 

Then I rob em with chickens who got phone bills