| Came in Birdsong’s dice game early, thinkin'
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| And grabbed the motherfuckin' hand like Kunstler v Dershowitz
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| Ejected from the vehicle
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| Spit a sixteen or two in mid-air, Satanic Verses
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| That’ll rattle in your head like small caliber lead
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| Once she dead, rush her to the grave
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| Say «cut», cut it to the lathe
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| Said «what?», then him in the face
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| Said it’s a flood on the way, dried blood on the bullpen cage
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| Daddy loved his slaves, curl of the lip, heavy eyes just the same
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| First time you saw the word nigga in a book, how it danced on the page
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| Back in the day, it’s what the family didn’t say, how you knew it was AIDS
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| Came to the back gate late, I’ma need that back pay
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| Contra spread gun held by the waist
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| I didn’t come by just to say hey (don't flatter yourself)
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| Busta Rhymes on the A-train, countin' down our last days
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| Oh, and do you have any spare change?
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| Do you have any spare change?
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| Do you have any spare change?
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| Do you have any spare change?
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| Do you have any spare change?
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| He told 'em they could be God
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| He told 'em they could be God
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| He told 'em they could be God
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| He told 'em they could be God
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| HE told 'em they could be God
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| Just that age for heartbreak
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| Just that age for heartbreak
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| Just that age for heartbreak
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| Just that age for heartbreak
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| Yeah but, but it, but the relationship
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| If you don’t have a dream, fake it
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| But the relationship you can’t fake it really
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| You got to fake it. |
| Because we don’t have dreams these days. |
| How the hell can
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| you have a dream, for what? |
| So, so everybody’s jiving. |
| Well lets jive on that
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| level
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| If I love you, I can’t lie to you
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| Course you can lie to me; |
| and you will. |
| If you love me and you goin' off with
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| Maddie someplace, you’re lying to me. |
| 'Cause what the hell do I care about the
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| truth. |
| I care if you’re there, like Billie Holiday say «hush now, don’t explain.
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| Alright, I accept that. |
| Alright, I accept that
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| Of course, of course you’ll lie to me, 'cause I don’t even wanna, of what,
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| what does the truth matter? |
| And why you gon' be truthful with me when you lie
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| to everybody else. |
| You lied when you smiled at that cracker down the job, right?
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| Lie to me, smile. |
| Treat me the same way you would treat him
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| I can’t treat you the way I treat him
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| You must, you must, because I’ve caught the, I’ve caught the frowns and the
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| anger. |
| He’s happy with you. |
| Of course he doesn’t know you’re unhappy.
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| You grin at him all day long. |
| You come home and I catch hell, because I love
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| you. |
| I get least of you. |
| I get, I get the very minimum. |
| And I’m sayin',
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| you know, fake it with me
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| Just that age for heartbreak
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| Just that age for heartbreak
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| Just that age for heartbreak
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| Just that age for heartbreak |