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Kelly:Sometimes i dont know if youre tellin the truth |
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Everytime you get mad when i ask you what you do what you do |
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Seems that youre runnin around |
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Every night late comin home when i call |
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And i dont know what to do |
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Cus i feel like youre lyin to me when im askin you |
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Sometimes.. |
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Wiz:I hear you talkin to me |
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You sick and tired of the kid man |
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Sometime you feel like you talkin through methats when you walk up to me |
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Trying for attention |
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Ma listenYou wild'n |
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Stop trippin |
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Cus a nigga work too hard too long |
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Always got a show or in the studio doin a new song |
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Them other dudes couldnt walk with my shoes on |
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Still i come home hearin bout what i do wrong |
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Pullin stunts and |
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Rollin blunts |
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With my dudes from the hood |
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But to you they no good |
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Im just doin what i could |
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And thats givin the circumstances |
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You only get one shot at these certain chances |
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Instead of trying to find dirt |
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And where your manners |
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Try and understand when that work demanded |
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And no mama thats not a punch line |
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Im always there when its crunch time |
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But still you say |
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Kelly: Sometimes i dont know if youre tellin the truth |
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Everytime you get mad when i ask you what you do what you do |
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Seems that youre runnin around |
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Every night late comin home when i call |
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And i dont know what to do |
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Cus i feel like youre lyin to me when im askin you |
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Sometimes.. |
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Wiz:Now i know you hear the he say she say |
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Your home girls got my every move on replay |
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Scream'n how you know niggas |
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And the games that we play |
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But all the while ive been grindin for this weeks pay |
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Hustlin each day in order to eat right |
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Call me sayin she need me in order to sleep right |
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Not really knowin what these streets like |
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So you stay up until i come back |
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A nigga love that |
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Help me relax |
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Warm plate an the dub sack |
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And after that proceed the bend the back |
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Then im back to politics the usual |
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And sometimes i wanna talk to get through to you |
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But.. Damn.. |
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Kelly:Sometimes i dont know if youre tellin the truth |
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Everytime you get mad when i ask you what you do what you do |
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Seems that youre runnin around |
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Every night late comin home when i call |
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And i dont know what to do |
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Cus i feel like youre lyin to me when im askin you |
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Sometimes.. |