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(Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Where's that cat? Here kitty, kitty, kitty)

[Chorus: x2]
Honey, um, yes, um
Take me to the crib and get naughty, um
zombies, becomin' one by now 
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child 
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized (who?) 
One
me, it hit me
(Hit me)

2 minutes to sunrise
Oh, baby, now what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh, baby, now how we gonna
zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized (who?)
One
that's unheard of
You betta watch how ya talking
And where ya walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta loc
yourself
And Tunechi's gon' find someone to love
And you go by yourself, so all alone

One minute she love me,
The next minute she hate me
That's two minutes
like a hoop star
Black marble, white walls in my new spot
Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled
You used to be stackin' when you was the mackin' 



But that's alright, it's a small thing, a small thing 



A two-minute brother, girls, I stress
yourself
And Tunechi's gon' find someone to love
And you go by yourself, so all alone

One minute she love me,
The next minute she hate me
That's two minutes
I can just hear her voice fall as I wait here alone
How can so much harm be done by just two minutes spent on the phone 
You say that things will
the hate by twos

All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
[Incomprehensible] so we six up on 'em
So
sad and faithful day
Then I began to gamble to pass the time away
I thought I played a hand or two then hit the thrill again
But Lady Luck was with
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Hes phony hes fake that's the type of people hate hey hey hey jada jada! [Repeat: x2] 
If your real and you no it clap your
150 wildin' (uh huh)
Headin' out to City Island
I see this shorty with the pretty smile and (uh huh)
Pushing a Prelude 'Hey you', diamond stud up in
She got a 2 year old in nursery
And then lately got the sack
She gets a phone call from her mother
And she takes a little flak
Cause she earns all
team and a jury

How did one murder turn into 2
Revenge had me shooting through hate
I couldn't stop 
In the mist of the action 

Is when that
oil
You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
Boa constricted, on my
married and live in our world
Let's play rough; we can get wild
I could go home, but I'll stay
Cheat but I won't

So I go by Weezy 
Love me or leave
I'd have to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are
to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are screaming, hot
boils down to through all the hate she still loves you
Wait a minute the bottom line 
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right 
By the end of the damn
The love overpowers the hate by twos

All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
? so we six up
Take me home, I hate Grenada
Don't leave me out
In the forest where I might get eaten by a bear

Take me home, I promise I will
Not make noise, or mess
by his enemies
And Katie knows he reads her mind, and this extends beyond the carnival
Hoopla

Older only by two minutes more we find Clive's evil
And I be the shit now you got loose bowels
I don't O U like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers