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[foul mouthed girl yelling at Bill on the phone] |
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[Bushwick Bill] |
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You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear |
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Gotta start with the right material, to generate a useful idea |
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In other words, you can't turn a ho into a housewife |
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Try it, the bitch'll make you sock her in her mouth twice |
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It started out beautiful, but you was playin possum |
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To me, you was just a f**k, but our relationship blossomed |
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Got attached to your kids, I loved 'em like my own |
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Referred to your daughter as my daughter, your son as my son |
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Called you my wife, even if it was common law |
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Never saw a better creature in my life, |
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How could the one who stole my heart, make me reach for my knife |
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(Why you reachin for your knife?) Cause I'ma stab that bitch |
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(What if they take your freedom Bill?) They can have that shit |
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Now she wanna be friends - ain't that a bitch? |
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F**k you bitch, I hate you bitch! |
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I wouldn't care if you burned in a fire |
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Crashed in a plane or got hit by a motherf**kin train |
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You make my life a livin hell, the sun's out but it's dark |
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You're the devil, all you need is a pitchfork |
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I'm too short to take shorts |
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I'm havin seconds thoughts, the ride's too scary, I gotta get off |
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I wish I never met you ho |
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I wanna hang you from a f**kin cliff and let go, you dirty bitch |
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[Chorus 2X: Bushwick Bill] |
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Why you wanna bring me down |
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Why you wanna bring me down, you dirty bitch |
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[Bushwick Bill] |
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I once believed that I could save you, emotion was squandered |
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Now go back to that f**kin rock you crawled from under |
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I did more fo' yo' kids, than they sorry-ass biological father ever had |
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That's why they called me dad |
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Your own momma used to tell me not to f**k wit'cha ass |
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I messed around and got you pregnant, now I'm stuck wit'cha ass |
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I gave you everything I had, didn't have to be forced |
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Why the f**k you wanna take a nigga to court? You dirty bitch |
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Tell me this, who paid the medical expense |
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When your kids was sick, suck dick you f**kin whore |
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Burned my car and my clothes, like you were Angela Bassett |
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I left town, you moved out, all you left was the mattress |
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Now I'm hearin that you had another man all the while |
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When I see you I'ma beat your ass, so go 'head and file |
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I can tell by your tone you think it's funny bitch |
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Where the f**k is my money bitch? You ain't runnin shit |
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I'll hook you up like your kidneys failed |
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You think I give a f**k about sittin in jail? |
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You think I don't know the ghetto streets are bumpy? |
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And you're the reason why them niggaz tried to jump me? |
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At first I was cool with the split |
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But you keep, callin my new bitch, bein messy and shit |
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You can't stand to see me happy, with or without you |
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Had to rain on my parade, it was all a charade |
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You triflin slut, ain't worth a cigarette butt |
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I shoulda left you where I found you, waitin on a bus |
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Wanna drag you to a field and chop you up to the bone |
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You ain't worth the f**kin ground I walk on, you dirty bitch |
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[Chorus] - 2X |
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[girl on the phone mouths off 'til Bushwick breaks in] |
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[Bushwick Bill] |
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Ahh! someone call the police |
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Yeah, take this bitch, uh-huh, yeah motherf**ker yeah |
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Yeah, yeah you f**kin, yeah bitch! |
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Yeah you f**kin. |
