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rape
Only cause Im paid, I'm fucking all of Jade
And my DJ Zhane she likes it when they say
Everybody move your body
Got Whitney Houston boosting
to the A to the N to the E

Yo P don't tell me it was Jane you were douchin'
With the Anita Baker haircut

Nah more like Whitney Houston

While the record's still
I'm hittin' Whitney Houston, oh, she bought me a fur?
Far-fetched like glass teks and kiddie rolex
Soon comin', but now it's time to kick the fun in
me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she bite too hard, I'ma say that shit
But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit
Marques Houston, I don't
can't get enough of Whitney Houston
And I'm thinking 'Lord, that's all I need to know'

So when the night was over, I walked her to her door
And I bid
platinum before the sessions over
Rap master with the Houston heat holder
These players best to get they shit in check
Cause when I get my hustle on ain't
platinum before the sessions over
Rap master with the Houston heat holder
These players best to get they shit in check
Cause when I get my hustle on ain't
Makin' hit records like Whitney Houston
With a mind of violence, right, I might
Blow the show teachers speakin' yo, I cut MP's
To release to each and be
platinum before the sessions over
Rap master with the Houston heat holder
These players best to get they shit in check
Cause when I get my hustle on ain't
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
platinum before the sessions over
Rap master with the Houston heat holder
These players best to get they shit in check
Cause when I get my hustle on ain't
that ***
But don't bite me, *** I don't play that ***

Marques Houston, I don't play that ***
By the time we got half way through watchin' 'Ray', I
back from his fatal accident to beatmaking and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon' take more than a bullet in
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...)

Aiyyo
What y'all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston
Cuz "My Love's
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there

I know you love me

But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
[P.P.] Stronghold overthrow the whole fuckin underground
[I.T.] Secretly run, by commercial motherfuckers now
[S.S.] So while you little step-and-fetch
Kanye West
Coming back from his fatal accident to beatmaking and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon' take more than
stuck like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet wit me,
And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
Move over Whitney Houston, I'm not losing 
By the way woman, yo, my name's not Susan 
It's the Akenyel, I rock well and with more clientel 
Then a guy
want
Celine Dion chickenheads yo straight out of Houston
Big ballers wall to wall brawlers die for us
Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us
you all like Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston's marriage
One big joke

It's your complex that got your carryin glocks and tecs
It's your complex that
push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over
Rap master with the Houston heat holder
These playas best to get they shit in check
I get my hustle
doper than Mike Jackson and Anna Nicole
Whitney Houston in the bath tub
If dope had legs I be Mary and Jones
Cause I'm doped up, lifting your weight