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heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus, tell 'em lock up them high-heeled shoes

When God-Fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap
the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus
Tell 'em lock up them high-heeled shoes

When God Fearin' Women Get The Blues
There ain't no slap dab
heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus, tell 'em lock up them high-heeled shoes

When God-Fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no
heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus
Tell 'em lock up them high heel shoes

[Chorus:]
When God-fearin' women get the blues
There
Well, my mama used to tell me
A good woman's hard to find
Get a God-fearin', down-home girl that'll stay right by your side
But mama's boy's grown
heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus
Tell 'em lock up them high heel shoes

[Chorus]
When God-fearin' women get the blues
There
No tellin' if they've heard the news 
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus
Tell'em lock up them high heel shoes

[Chorus]
When God-fearin
taught by the best

How to hate women when you're supposed to be a feminist
How to play all pious when you're really a hypocrite
How to hate God when
thug livin
The way that you drug dealin
You say that you God fearin
I know that you love women
Comin through the hood like you rougher than rough
But in
leaderships looks when taught by the best

How to hate women when you're supposed to be a feminist 
How to play all pious when you're really a hypocrite
peepin' in horn
Killin' all these pussy niggaz think they keepin' in God
Pistol cocked on the block and all they fearin' is death
Then again nigga,
you how leadership looks when taught by the best

How to hate women when you're supposed to be a feminist
How to play all pious when you're really
shoes

If you specify who has made you cry
Who can give the suicidal blues
I, I'm the guy

I'm the one you can't get free
I will always be
Like
Anticipation grows
Mother nature adds the ingredients
The women sip it slow

One day God had to get off his ass
He had to walk to the kitchen and get his own
up all night until the early light

Man these niggas ain't serious
Do you know what type of women I've been dealing with?
I used to pop blues with my
rippers' man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob
The black women don't understand
Cause they don't realize
Buddha-God, the sage shore
Salute the lyrical tear-up, we never fearin you
Scarin you, too tough for the wack, we never hearin you
(You stuck by two
on 

Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes 

opposed through the gate, case closed 

Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones 

were holding
But manhood doesn't get me by
Waging races against time
In my mind

[Chorus]

I'm runnin', mad peeps got my rays cunnin'
Ain't it stunnin'?  Kids
The Catholic church expelled Jews and claimed it was righteous
The first man to see land would get a reward
And get a yearly pension for life clearly from God
my time
Yeah I get it and lick it, I just handle my business
And my Bentley just different, I keep her by my side
My life a runway, and it's time
Breakin' lamps and tippin' over tables
Rubbin' your big knees to the bone
I heard an ashtray fly when he said goodbye
I was adreamin' I was still at home
to take the corners from them cowards
Get it on so why'all can move more coke powder, by the hour
Hold in case we gotta rip niggaz
Loaded - Teflon coated
turned attraction?
Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction while writing blue magic
Thank God for rap, I would say it got me a plaque
But what's better than
the killing
I say hit me wit' a stack, let me live, let me do mine

Let me be aight when I rest in the night
If you want it, you can get it
Don't make theatrics