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[Khadijah Mohammed & (Grand Puba)]Oh (Yeah) ooh ooh ooh ooh(Come on) come on (Uh) ooh ooh(Grand Puba, huh) ooh (Lord Jamar huh) ooh(Khadijah huh) ooh ooh (Daty X)[Chorus: Khadijah]How far would you still feel me if I didn't make these hitsCouldn't get you what you're used to sipping Cris and taking tripsWould you still be in my corner or be on some other shitBut if so, then I don't need you so let's keep it moving bitch[Grand Puba]Uh, everything love long as paper keep stackin'Kisses and hugs on some lovie dove shitNiggas on the grind cause we keep you smilin'Paper get low you get on some other shitI know ya whole style, whole styleYa got a lot of bullshit behind that smileYa main concern is bling, mink, and crocodileNo love for niggas who don't make the paper pileI feel ya, feel yaStyle been all good from the giddy up, from giddy upNights on the town used to live it up, used live it upJoints blaze in the trunk used to beat it up, used to beat it upWrappin' hundred dollars bills in my homeless cupNext day 5th Ave. shoppin' Gucci bag coppin'Paper stopped droppin' attitudes started flip-floppin'No worry bounce the bird in a hurryLittle did she know my setback was temporary[Chorus][Sadat X]We can play homeAs long as you can play with the domeA cold killer, drink a cold can of MillerTurn me off black than a Mike J. thrillerNow we all alone, body is bombAss much fatter, what the fuck is the matterAlways talkin' shit about all of these niggasAll these niggas tryin' to seize these figuresRidin' in the two-seater, ridin' with the heaterIf I meet her tonight, can I beatDo it taste sweet, would I really eat...Bon appetiteIs it facts or fakeMe and old girl could always swingBut why every time got to be on meCause y'all bitches know that shit is freeNow I'm back in the streets before 10:30Gotta take a shower, can't leave my dick dirty[Chorus][Lord Jamar]Now when a nigga had money, you was thereFunny how every time I turned around, you was thereWhen it was time to get your hair, your nails and your gearBut at my court date, you failed to appearFor my case on appeals, it took over a yearIn that time, a nigga didn't see nor hearGot to the point, there was no respect at allI was shocked when you did not collect my callSpent nights in my cell just beatin' my dickThinkin' bout, how we used to fuck and shitI took you out, bought cha' ass a bunch of shitWhen I get outI'm gonna fuckin' punch this bitch right in her mouthCause she don't understand the rulesYou don't bite the man that dipped your hand in jewelsYou were there when I bought the rock that blinded youNow a nigga locked and I can't find you[Chorus]more