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a little sick and different
And I mean it when I said it
Do you remember that?

[Hook 2]
Hell motherfuckin ya
You don't want to get in trouble with
Busta ass nigga (busta ass niggas). Bitch ride on they ass. I be back 
in about 30 minutes. Get your ass in the car nigga. ?? 

Before I even step
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
Busta ass nigga (busta ass niggas). Bitch ride on they ass. I be back 
in about 30 minutes. Get your ass in the car nigga. ?? 

Before I even step
the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] one, two, three,
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
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
[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
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
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
Big Up to black big up to ballers and the coniac 
Big up to be	 Boys who spend hours in the record raps 
I hate these out of space MCs who think
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
Big Up to black big up to ballers and the coniac 
Big up to be	 Boys who spend hours in the record raps 
I hate these out of space MCs who think
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
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
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
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
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
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
don't write shit cause I ain't got time,
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar,
And the almighty power of that cha cha cha cha
To find a decent guy
But it's hard to do
The way I hate to shop
And how I love football
You'd think I'd have two
A second glass of wine just over

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