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(Mase) |
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Do that Puff Daddy shit, son! |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, what, what... |
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ATL, Harlem World, ATL |
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ATL, Harlem World, ATL |
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112, Harlem World, 112 |
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112, Harlem World, 112 |
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Harlem World, ATL, 112 |
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112, Harlem World, ATL |
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Yeah, kid you don't stop |
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We won't stop, |
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You don't stop, |
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Come on, |
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(112) |
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Baby whenever I'm with you, |
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No one else exists but you, |
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Cuz you're the one for me, |
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Every time that we're apart, |
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You're always in my heart, |
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And there you'll always be... |
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Baby don't go, |
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Your love's so special, |
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Can't let me go now, |
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If I did wrong, |
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I'm sorry, |
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No other love, |
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is for me... |
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(Chorus:) |
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Love me, |
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Hold me, |
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Squeeze me, (Love me, never let me go, baby) |
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Hug me, |
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Kiss me, |
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And love me (Love me, never let go)... |
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Whenever I'm on my way home, |
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Just can't wait to be alone, |
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With you my baby, |
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Anticipating how you'll feel, |
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Listen to me I'm for real, |
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When I say I love you... |
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Baby don't go, |
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Your love's so special, |
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Can't let me go now, |
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If I did wrong, |
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I'm sorry, |
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No other love, |
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is for me... |
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(Chorus) |
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(Mase) |
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Yeah ,yeah, yeah |
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What, what, what, come on |
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Yeah, kid |
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Harlem on the rise |
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With 112 and you don't want no problem with these guys |
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Yo, you cats never want no problem like we want it, |
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When Harlem World doubled up, |
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We put G's on it, |
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I'm pushin' new 700 M.G.'s on it, |
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If that nigga can't see the ice, |
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That mean my sleeve's on it, |
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You know I dress as I'm suppose to, |
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Stretch Lex with a chauffeur, |
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Never sober, |
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Red Testarossa, |
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Cherry Rover, |
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Bagettes in my Jehovah, |
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Me and Puff at the Grammy's, |
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Sittin' next to Oprah (and the winner is), |
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All we hear is platinum that, |
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Platinum this, |
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Platinum whips, |
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Nobody got no platinum hits, |
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Cats know with me platinum always wrap my wrist, |
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I come to the awards, |
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Quadruple platinum chicks, |
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Little ones like twenty-five, |
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What cats get smacked with, |
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Big ones like forty fives, |
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What cats get clapped with, |
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I react sick whenever my dough ain't adequate, |
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Harlem World-Junior Mafia, |
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Yeah, that's it, come on... |
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(Chorus repeats until end) |