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the radio handle the truth? Nope
Uncut, no edits, no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any old dispenser
A penny a yard, to make a record ain't
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
He kisses her goodbye, and heads for the radio station.
Oh, he hates to leave her, but he's got another show to do.
He knows she gets lonely, so he
He kisses her goodbye, and heads for the radio station.
Oh, he hates to leave her, but he's got another show to do.
He knows she gets lonely, so he
overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack
suck my *dick* that is the radio edit
I'm quick to smack the shit out of a foe
I ain't had pussy in a while, I'm too busy fuckin assholes

Battle me,
Lou Rawls!
Peace to this one and that one and them
That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis
In the feel I reside 
By steel waters just a gear 
On the wheel no fear on 
The steel just a son of Jiva 
Who won't leave my field
brother. 
Listen people you need to start helping yo brother, 
Helping yo sister, mama, daddy, children and all. 
Don't leave these babies out here all
the chair, when ya lovin me
Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try
Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm
Ay come on JoJo ('Pac, hahaha)
Yeah that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me)
You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me)

By age
Don't leave me in all this pain
Don't leave me out in the rain
Come back and bring back my smile
Come and take these tears away
I need your arms
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
them all with me and my only issue

I wanna leave out of here and take em back to the crib
And show how I do the cho-cha
Hit em like so-sa
I wanna
niggaz is comin' out they skirts 
Cause it's real, not everyone can rhyme and get a deal 
Not everyone can shine and make a meal 
So Johnny carry nine
Lou Rawls!
Peace to this one and that one and them
That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis
for you?
Sleeping in until your father's shaking you down
He's shaking you down.

And the mailroom shift gets a real short shrift
As you dole out
Don't leave me in all this pain
Don't leave me out in the rain
Come back and bring back my smile
Come and take these tears away
I need your arms
throughs
Objects are closer than they appear 
'cause when your by yourself there ain't one else to lie to
Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle
It
leaves me dislocated

I fell I fall I'm falling still
Sleep speaks in little pink pills
One more chance to get it all wrong
That's all that you get
Now my dead end street
Is a cul-de-sac
For every acre gone
There's five new Cadillac's
Well I know I'm too young
To get so damn strung out by
drive me crazy, get off my could
And you don't wanna leave
Let me go get my boys

[Chorus:]
Get out, get out
She don't love you
Macy don't love you
the chair, when ya lovin me
Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try
Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm
That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
Fools get foolish, neither them or Parker Lewis knew us
You could have crews with shoes and can't