Mr. Pitiful Lyrics

Song	Mr. Pitiful
Artist	Big Daddy Kane
Album	Taste Of Chocolate
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	Mmm.. mmm, yeah
	Oh i like this
	I wanna tell this story
	A little story about umm..
	.. a brother who you would think has everything goin for himself
	But apparently for some reason he just ain't happenin
	I call this brother mr. pitiful
	I wanna tell you somethin about him, check it out
	The story begins in 1984
	When i met the bizmarkie out in front of the store
	He used to tell me all the time, "yo your lyrics is hype
	We got to get together and make a record of some type"
	I said, "man, the hype behind run-d.m.c. and cool j
	What the **** makes you think they're gonna give us a play?"
	We did a few shows together, freestylin on stage
	Manhattan and long island, for mike and dave
	After that, i was convinced we can do it
	Until my man biz jetted and came out with "make the music.."
	From right there, i said, "man, this shit is real
	Look at biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills"
	I got to give it to you dukes, i was wrong
	Well you out there now, so put my black ass on
	And sure enough, huh, in about a year's time
	I was r-a-w, goin for mine
	Droppin jams that slammed on every radio program
	And bam, god damn, look where i am
	The first album, _long live the kane_, it sold
	About umm.. aww fukkit it went gold
	The money was comin in, yes i had done em in
	It wasn't quite hard for me to find a woman then
	Cause i was in demand for lots of fans
	A sexy chocolate guy in the public eye
	I bought myself a condo out in queens
	A plush white volvo and drove off the scene
	But i remained the same since i moved out
	For instance - drinkin olde e and guinness stout
	And also, hangin out with the troops
	Most of all, takin care of ma dukes
	Then all of a sudden things started to change
	And many old friends started actin strange
	Behind my back, sayin i'm soft and a sucker
	Some even said, "yo let's rob the mother****er"
	And family members askin for my papers
	But biz set them straight, by makin "the vapors"
	Girls cryin pregnant, to get some of my green
	I'm like, "what the **** is this?　billie jean?"
	People harassin me, steadily askin me
	Dis or dat, some even had the audacity
	To say that i only liked light-skinned women
	Tchk, huh, are you kiddin?
	Cause i love everyone
	And i never act prejudiced to none
	But for some reason people make my lifestyle so critical
	That's why they call me mr. pitiful
	A few people know what i'm sayin
	Hmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what i mean
	And to my man cool v, you know what i mean
	To t.j. swan, you know what i mean
	And to scoob and scrap, you know what i mean
	To rob base and e.z. rock, you know what i mean
	The magnum force, you know what i mean
	And to the playboys, you know what i mean
	To shemp shawn, you know what i mean
	And the f.m.c., you know what i mean
	Can't forget miv, you know what i mean
	Godfather d, you know what i mean
	My man doug e. fresh, you know what i mean
	And the fifty dollar crew from canada know what i mean
	But most of all i can't forget my man biz-mar-kie
	And may i send this to a.j. quest, rest in peace ??

	Mmm.. mmm, yeah
	Oh i like this
	I wanna tell this story
	A little story about umm..
	.. a brother who you would think has everything goin for himself
	But apparently for some reason he just ain' t happenin
	I call this brother mr. pitiful
	I wanna tell you somethin about him, check it out
	The story begins in 1984
	When i met the bizmarkie out in front of the store
	He used to tell me all the time, " yo your lyrics is hype
	We got to get together and make a record of some type"
	I said, " man, the hype behind rund. m. c. and cool j
	What the makes you think they' re gonna give us a play?"
	We did a few shows together, freestylin on stage
	Manhattan and long island, for mike and dave
	After that, i was convinced we can do it
	Until my man biz jetted and came out with " make the music.."
	From right there, i said, " man, this shit is real
	Look at biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills"
	I got to give it to you dukes, i was wrong
	Well you out there now, so put my black ass on
	And sure enough, huh, in about a year' s time
	I was raw, goin for mine
	Droppin jams that slammed on every radio program
	And bam, god damn, look where i am
	The first album, _long live the kane_, it sold
	About umm.. aww fukkit it went gold
	The money was comin in, yes i had done em in
	It wasn' t quite hard for me to find a woman then
	Cause i was in demand for lots of fans
	A sexy chocolate guy in the public eye
	I bought myself a condo out in queens
	A plush white volvo and drove off the scene
	But i remained the same since i moved out
	For instance drinkin olde e and guinness stout
	And also, hangin out with the troops
	Most of all, takin care of ma dukes
	Then all of a sudden things started to change
	And many old friends started actin strange
	Behind my back, sayin i' m soft and a sucker
	Some even said, " yo let' s rob the mother er"
	And family members askin for my papers
	But biz set them straight, by makin " the vapors"
	Girls cryin pregnant, to get some of my green
	I' m like, " what the is this?　 billie jean?"
	People harassin me, steadily askin me
	Dis or dat, some even had the audacity
	To say that i only liked lightskinned women
	Tchk, huh, are you kiddin?
	Cause i love everyone
	And i never act prejudiced to none
	But for some reason people make my lifestyle so critical
	That' s why they call me mr. pitiful
	A few people know what i' m sayin
	Hmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what i mean
	And to my man cool v, you know what i mean
	To t. j. swan, you know what i mean
	And to scoob and scrap, you know what i mean
	To rob base and e. z. rock, you know what i mean
	The magnum force, you know what i mean
	And to the playboys, you know what i mean
	To shemp shawn, you know what i mean
	And the f. m. c., you know what i mean
	Can' t forget miv, you know what i mean
	Godfather d, you know what i mean
	My man doug e. fresh, you know what i mean
	And the fifty dollar crew from canada know what i mean
	But most of all i can' t forget my man bizmarkie
	And may i send this to a. j. quest, rest in peace ??

	Mmm.. mmm, yeah
	Oh i like this
	I wanna tell this story
	A little story about umm..
	.. a brother who you would think has everything goin for himself
	But apparently for some reason he just ain' t happenin
	I call this brother mr. pitiful
	I wanna tell you somethin about him, check it out
	The story begins in 1984
	When i met the bizmarkie out in front of the store
	He used to tell me all the time, " yo your lyrics is hype
	We got to get together and make a record of some type"
	I said, " man, the hype behind rund. m. c. and cool j
	What the makes you think they' re gonna give us a play?"
	We did a few shows together, freestylin on stage
	Manhattan and long island, for mike and dave
	After that, i was convinced we can do it
	Until my man biz jetted and came out with " make the music.."
	From right there, i said, " man, this shit is real
	Look at biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills"
	I got to give it to you dukes, i was wrong
	Well you out there now, so put my black ass on
	And sure enough, huh, in about a year' s time
	I was raw, goin for mine
	Droppin jams that slammed on every radio program
	And bam, god damn, look where i am
	The first album, _long live the kane_, it sold
	About umm.. aww fukkit it went gold
	The money was comin in, yes i had done em in
	It wasn' t quite hard for me to find a woman then
	Cause i was in demand for lots of fans
	A sexy chocolate guy in the public eye
	I bought myself a condo out in queens
	A plush white volvo and drove off the scene
	But i remained the same since i moved out
	For instance drinkin olde e and guinness stout
	And also, hangin out with the troops
	Most of all, takin care of ma dukes
	Then all of a sudden things started to change
	And many old friends started actin strange
	Behind my back, sayin i' m soft and a sucker
	Some even said, " yo let' s rob the mother er"
	And family members askin for my papers
	But biz set them straight, by makin " the vapors"
	Girls cryin pregnant, to get some of my green
	I' m like, " what the is this?　 billie jean?"
	People harassin me, steadily askin me
	Dis or dat, some even had the audacity
	To say that i only liked lightskinned women
	Tchk, huh, are you kiddin?
	Cause i love everyone
	And i never act prejudiced to none
	But for some reason people make my lifestyle so critical
	That' s why they call me mr. pitiful
	A few people know what i' m sayin
	Hmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what i mean
	And to my man cool v, you know what i mean
	To t. j. swan, you know what i mean
	And to scoob and scrap, you know what i mean
	To rob base and e. z. rock, you know what i mean
	The magnum force, you know what i mean
	And to the playboys, you know what i mean
	To shemp shawn, you know what i mean
	And the f. m. c., you know what i mean
	Can' t forget miv, you know what i mean
	Godfather d, you know what i mean
	My man doug e. fresh, you know what i mean
	And the fifty dollar crew from canada know what i mean
	But most of all i can' t forget my man bizmarkie
	And may i send this to a. j. quest, rest in peace ??

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