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and longer
As the days goes by

We're down to the worm in the bottle
The chips and the salsa are gone
Now we know why J.T. sang "Oh Mexico"
We're two
Thus all fairy stories end
Only an actress would pretend
Affairs of state are her latest play
Eight shows a week, two matinees
the first arm's found we observe the art. Like a belly-acher won't kick face to the curb, rather kick when the face already raped by the worms.

Worms go in, worms go out
Bugs coming out her mouth

Chop 'em up, chop 'em up, chop 'em up, chop 'em up
Cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em up, cut 'em
(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
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
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
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
Can't live with em can't live without 'em
The ones you like only seem to hate you,
The ones you hate only seem to date you
Girls will often tell you
never knew! did you? you worm.

We had special atomic glasses women optometrists who promised never to tell!

We learned how to hide secret
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
Check it, turn it down
Forget all that five minute long song and not sayin nuttin
It only take us but two minutes and some odd seconds
to get
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
mourning a loss, right hand on a can of worms, left full of gold he will trade for turf, I mean thats o.k., you got to answer to you at the end
Aiyo we got five minutes, man!
Yo, yo Brown. Sup, man, we got five minutes
Imani, let's go..Yo, Ro! Let's go..

[Bootie Brown/Frank
[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
tryna listen to Bone
The early bird get the worm
Take the game by the throat and squeeze
Till the muthafucka broke believe
Its murda we wrote
brother, when united they should stand?
Men by swords and words divided in our broken promised land.

These tattered battle standards fly, their colors do
circlin', two cuts on shorty mugged
Streets turn by the fliest of bug
It's switch the e-shit fucker
I take rhymes like a piss
Eat the beats like tuna fish
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
the trenches with the four eight
Still sleepin' with the toolie by the doorway

They like "where you been Young? Shit was bad for a minute"
All them clown
What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?
I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with me
I told you, no fucking kids, no, but you wouldn't
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