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All alone I sit home by the phone waiting for you baby (baby)
Through the years how can you stand to hear my pleading for you dear?
You know I'm
day, ritual by night
The vibe holds the tribe and it keeps it real tight
We give each other weight instead of sayin' hi
And that's the first feelin'
you wanna scream (make you wanna scream)
Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
Somebody please
I sit by the telephone
Waiting for you to call me
And when I'm alone in the night
The blues start to fall on me
Baby, I'm waiting for you
Nothing's wrong i just wanna get by
What's wrong i just wanna get high
And be real good to you
Be real, be real good to you
Be real, be real good
We bout to get real ugly up in this muthafucka
For the 9-9 and the 2-G
Def Jam
Snoop Dogg all up in this muthafucka
Big Kap
Eastsidaz
I'm
about a thing, baby
'Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Baby girl, you make me feel
You know you make me feel so real
I love you more than
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
Here I am, baby,
Come and take me,
Take me by the hand.
Show me,
Here I am, baby.
It always ends up this way,
Me begging you every day.
We're caught in a trap, I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby
Why can't you see what you're doing to me?
When you don't believe
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
borner on a New World Order
And a nigga fight the struggle sorta kinda on some rappin' shit
But real activists be on death watch like Mumia Abu Jamal
Ain't
a real good time
It's nice of you to check up on me
Just to see how I was getting along
But I had already gotten over it baby
Before you were even gone
something I can keep
Said nowadays, I need real, I need you to take the lead
Said if you ride, baby, ride up
Pull up from behind, baby, wine up
And you
thing
A little tan leg Georgia dream
She's a rockin' them holey jeans
Baby, what you got goin' on Saturday?
You know, words got it, there's gonna be
That's why I'm jukin', that candy cream with that puddin'
Is baby bash all about that cash an' that Mary Jane
You know tha game, I gots to gets tha money
about her
I shouldn't doubt her
cause our thing is for real
and I don't worry
cause I know, I know, I know...
No matter where my baby is
she
This is for real cause a young nigga big boss in
This how a young nigga kill it if they pass me young nigga hawk him
864 Baby no need to copy
The way
You know you caught me by surprise (Yeah, ay)
Now I finally opened my eyes, baby.
Hey, I must have been dazed,
Cause' I don't know,
But that's
the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
Ten years
Never been done this real by nobody
your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head
Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs
Walk by the barbershop, and hit the glass with eggs
Then
I can't believe that it's real
The way that you make me feel
A burning deep down inside
A love that I cannot hide
Our love is you and me baby
real
Then I grab on that ass and I firmly believe it
And you look like you drawn by an artist
No you, you look like Bernice and Yaris
But both put
You know you caught me by surprise (Yeah, ay)
Now I finally opened my eyes, baby.
Hey, I must have been dazed,
Cause' I don't know,
But that's
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