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Boy meets girl, Chris met Chris
Boy I need a journal 'cause she's pen man ship
Heart of gold, she's remarkable (I only have eyes for you)
Heart
Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro
Queens Center mall by the Sbarro

I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug
on the saw and he
threw his head back with a 
mouth full of gold teeth
And they played 'Lopsided heart'
And 'Moon over Dog Street' 

And by the time they
and you were like my Jay-Z
The only one who held me down when I was fucking crazy
Ivonne and Trump, shit we coulda ran the world
You were my Chris Brown, I
and you were like my Jay-Z
The only one who held me down when I was fucking crazy
Ivonne and Trump, shit we coulda ran the world
You were my Chris Brown, I
and at him, brown Chris Farley
Kalapani K?lid?sa, Vijay from Pyaasa
Wiles out at night, can't breathe through his nostrils
Poppa need his medicine
Reticent
Late in the evening out in the square
A man in a raincoat standing there

We met by the lamp where the newsboy cried
He stole my heart with his
Red lip stick, rose petals, heart break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low, Dean on the low

I ask you
Red lip stick, rose petals, heart break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low, Dean on the low

I ask you
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
be this, there wouldn't be Chris,
Or a Public Enemy with a black power fist.
No Queen Latifa, no Will Smith either,
There would only be tight jeans,
you faded by the pound, nigga keeping 'em though
Lil fin and queens mound y'all forever be thick
P-mall don't ball I see you moving that shit
T-bolo,
Cool as a rule you don't learn in no school
You can't brown nose the teacher from a dunce hat stool
It's the hum and the rhythm of the birds
that I'm trippin'.
Throw the left hand, you duck that one, this right bitch won't miss ya.
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no quitting.
How the years and I survived 
I had a mother who sang to me 
An honest lullaby 
Yellow, brown, and black and white 
Our Father bless us all tonight
[Intro - Shadow - talking]
Geah, Lou turn it up a little bit nigga
(rowdy I see you nigga)
Yeah (Queens)
Yo this Shadow in this motherfucker
a heart that's really in deep (feel my pain)
A lot of people yellin ("we love ya Timbaland")
But I know why'all really in need (ooo)
I don't know who's
Chris Brown shit lemme take it down
Yeah Ha
You could be my new girl
Once I got through I'mma need a new girl
All my old girls gotta be cool with my
ain't heaven's sent
I messed my life up and yeah I've been down
I'm a changed man now, Chris Brown
You know I feel your pain 'cause I've done and been
Red lipstick, rose petals, heart break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low,
Dean on the low

I ask
dress, birthday dress)

Look
Girl you fine
I'd be lyin'
If I said I wasn't tryna strip you down
Can we get away? Lemme take you 'round
On my Chris Brown
Chris Brown shit lemme take it down
Yeah Ha
You could be my new girl
Once I got through I'mma need a new girl
All my old girls gotta be cool with my
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am the one and only Queen Bee
After me there will be none, but you could call me Miss White
Most people know
Squad, the bloodbath beast of my heart
Can't piece in the park we rule deep with beef in the park
I'm ready to spark, aim and fire
Blow your brain with
a heart that's really in deep (feel my pain)
A lot of people yellin ("we love ya Timbaland")
But I know why'all really in need (ooo)
I don't know who's