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the verse, the chorus, or the bridge.
(I don't know)just tell me exactly what it is
Patti Labelle: I don't know while we're over troubled waters, I think
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
Ladies and gentlemen
The Preacher?s son
Patti LaBelle is in the buildin?

let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque, how we used to do
Ladies and gentlemen
The Preacher's son
Patti LaBelle is in the buildin'

Let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque, how we used to do
to reign , hey 
We danced all night to the songs they played 
Weekend come again do it just the same, hey 
 
Now I feel it to my heart 
Being such
to reign, hey
We danced all night to the songs they played
Weekend come again, do it just the same

[Verse 1]
Now I feel it to my heart
Being such
This is a test, sugar, sugar, boo boo
This is just a test, tell me
What do you know about love
This is just a test, it ain't your life
Tell me
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
to make it, you can't fake it
The rhymes I recite are fully dressed and yours are butt naked
Your speech is weak, while my mine stands strong
So, all
respect me for it (you gotta respect that)
Ain't gonna say my nose can't be open (I may never say never)
Right now it's just too many fine ladies out
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
La-Belle
And if I ever was to fall I fell upon ya
Like ?? I made my mind I come to con ya
I see females I tell them yo my word is bond huh
Like Terri
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
the cab to tell
I play 'em more high notes than Patti LaBelle (plus)
You gel, heavywear at (and)
Got ice and your bezie wear that
y'all doozers are
niggas out here

None of why'all niggaz out here
'Cause you ain't, none of my motherfuckin comrades
I don't give a, flyin fuck, what?
You want it?
Well I can't read your mind 
When you changed all the time
And I don't what's matter with you
I think I do my share to show that I care

So just
you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that ass like preparation H

The weapon on the waist and I spray guns off
'Cause if it's