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Here we are in the apartment corridor, |
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"Dorian, right? yeah I been meaning to speak to you. |
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I don't get up in my neighbours business normally right, |
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But yo these thin ass walls got everything leakin' through |
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Now first thing's first, I don't judge you for the weed smoke |
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But I can hear your daughter yellin' "daddy, please dont" |
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And it's not once or twice, but every damn night |
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Man there's somethin' goin' on up in here that ain't right |
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Now man to man, I can understand |
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They like to stress a brotha out, man we cuss each other out |
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But you crossin the line by puttin your hands on 'em |
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And nobody ever told you not to hit a damn woman? |
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Boy, I can tell that my presence was painfull |
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Breathin' truth down his neck it must have felt like a strangle |
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His eyes flashed confusion, wavin' his hands around |
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He's used to raisin' his voice on people to back 'em down..." |
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"....See this is specifically why I left the pistol in the linen closet |
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Pullin' this shit, if he was taller I woulda went and got it |
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Damnit man, I'm in the right and I'm civilized |
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But little boys really ain't used to bein' criticized |
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First off scooter, take the bass out your voice |
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I'm respectfull with mine and yo you makin' a choice |
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Here and, understand it's only once that I warn you |
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Man make a move, make a threat, I'll make it reign knuckles on you |
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I ain't a woman or a baby dawg, I'm out of your league |
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My wife heard us gettin' loud so she's prayin' for peace |
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She's stuck her head down on some keep your temper shit |
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Little man gon' say "Over there's your door, mind your business bitch" |
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Ha, now that's sweet, just what I needed it, it seemed that |
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He invited my right fist for a party on his left cheek |
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I didn't mean to seem rude so I accepted, |
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But arrived a half a second early, right cross connected - |
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Oh, staggered him, just by taggin' him, |
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Mr. tough guy, one punch bring out the fag in him |
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Little man could make moves that I couldn't, |
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He cut and tried to foot it, now how should I put it |
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I stood at full posture and swatted him down the staircase |
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Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches knew their place |
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Air point style, the second one take off, the next one land |
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Learn some respect young man |
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He glanced down for the brick on the ground, |
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Fist still clenched up I'm still stickin' his crown |
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He's in the jaws of the most turbulant blitz in the world |
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So **** hittin' ya' girl tonight you're hittin' the ground |
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I said somebody need to beat your ass, |
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And then teach your ass, and I'm sorry I can only do half |
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And while his mellon swell up, a police cruiser pull up |
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He hopped out all puffed up with the holster of his gun up |
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Ready to protect and serve, |
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And it's in his nature to .38 ya' if you're testin' his nerves |
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He helped the wife-beater stand up, |
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But not before he helped brother ali into some handcuffs |
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And you can imagine my surprise, |
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When his girl came down the stairs with tears in her eyes |
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And a phone in her hand, holdin' her man |
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Damn that was not the plan... |