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Mr. Telephone Man

Mr. Telephone man, I got some questions to run past you
Is it the phone the line or is this cold dime just that coo.
Honey’s a spit’n image of the woman in my contentions.
I like the way she writes and recites, my heart loves to listen.
Not to mention she stay twisted and I aint talking extensions.
I need to call SBC, tell em she’s the perfect service for me.
I’ll be her servant indeed, cause she’ll do any service for C.
Mr. Telephone man, what’s the catch 22 this combo’s is too true.
She must got my phone taped cause she’s on that and shorty’s no fool.
Mr. Telephone man, I don’t mean to complain but she’s all in my brain.
Feels like she’s all over my frame, after we speak I want to star 69 this dame.
Her convo is like some bomb dro. Why she be sex’n my mind so?
All the time fa sho but I guess it aint a crime though.  
Just give me a sign to find so this fine dime I have in mind’ll be mine.
A divine Gemini who’ll sweep me off my feet like I’m finna fly.
Vocals got my body move’n left cause it aint feelin right.
Mr. Telephone man, you still there right? 
Okay, you been quite since jump, I guess you aint got no answers either.
And if you do you a cheater and you better not try to reach her.

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Karma

As far back as I could remember
Before I knew you, you were so tender
You and I had a relationship that you were patient with
When all the other chicks went crazy of played me you patiently sit
I never really peeped you but I knew how to treat you
I just needed to come around so I could finally meet you
You grew wit me, went through it wit me
True as it may be you made the truth that is C
The truth that’s in me
Now I know what the rules be
You were my woman on the side when other chicks would choose me
So if I’d screw you, you’d screw me
I screw her I screw we
You were there to prove to me the importance of paying attention
The DYT is the kings island, showed me how to pay admission
I’ve learned more from you then some of the teachers I mention
Took me a while, but now I know how to handle the tension
Superman with no kryptonite, I dance on water and I crip in whites
Now I understand why you trip wit me at night
At the times when I’m nothing and when I’m better then me twice
I’m older, now I know you and our introduction is right
To understand karma, got to understand how to charmer
And when she gets on fire gotta know how to calmer
Prepared CL to be the sire so I go to war wit you as my armor

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T-Shirt

If we share body and soul, then sleep in my t-shirt fa sho
Hold that, pose that, in the sack take a picture for show
They don’t make em like us, we like a Monte Carlo wit 4 doors.
But my bodies carved though, from liftin those bars though.
That’s why you listen to my bars though
They keep you drunk wit love like you went to cupids bar though
In the streets, we go hard for each other, in the sheets we go hard for each other.
You who I call when I’m under, you so sweet but you aint no man’s sucka
You know in the streets I’m a baller like I work out at the Rucker
You goin have a brotha fiendin if yo rear get any plumper.
You can sleep, eat and breath on my t-shirt but after work I’m a wanna see what’s under.
You won’t even dare care, because you know I’m thinkin “I can’t wait to touch her"
Thinkin the same thang, we interchange so our minds in the same frame.
Bowl a 300 in the same game, record holder say the same name.
All in my t-shirt, so sweet make all my teeth hurt, but you know its all worth.
With you, never easy so it’s all work, but play when I get the 69 page at work.
We could get stranded on an island; I’d survive thin for 365 then just from see’n you in my t-shirt.

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Come Kick It

I’m not goin sit her and tell you what I’m goin do
I can just assure you of what I won’t do
Might feud wit you but I’ll get coo wit you
Even though I’m goin blew, yea past tense goin blew
We goin cruise on them 4 2’s vogues true interior girbaud blue
Definitely cold too bettin’ 50 when I roll the 5 and the deuce
So fine had to introduce seductive wit the seduction nice shape and matchin caboose.
Skip a vest I wear my life I’m my chest let it take the strife until get laid out to rest
Hit the sack relax on my back and listen to you sing on my chest.
Free me from the mess, relieve me of the stress
Keep me sane so I don’t hit the street make you have to see me in that stretch
So I gotta take it out on the pen then, make it throw up the Inc. like one of Gotti’s henchmen
Knock, Knock I’m here again way before my time so I’m here to win
You like my thug style when you hear it then, not too hype but just might be real melo wit the cheerin then
But when you hear we win celebrate wit the steaks and the flavor that’s seared right in
Get it clear number 1 option, but you can choose to op then, coed go head and cop then.
Don’t drink coffee but I got star bucks, other chicks get star struck
But you the one and only that can get me charged up
 Get me by the mall to buy it all by tomorrow and charge it up
So pardon the interrupt it’s far from me to stunt
The bars in my mouth that’s crushed broke bill gates bank and made his head bust
Because the price’ll head bust, so go head and touch
The time you require wit the sire, get it in entire, royal treatment like you part of an empire
So I can talk about it till my mouth get tired
So be about it because C’s bout and come kick it wit the Sire

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To Be the King

I Know I got what it takes to be the king
All the hardship, went from shiny to tarnished but still I’m me
Never flip flop’n call me offensive Cochran I can score wit D.
I soar to the occasion ready for war and I’m blaze’n like a G
Ready for the creep for any pretend men thinking they a beast in the east
I hold down my town the DYT, getting money buildin’ up the DYT.
Like a king supposed to be, take a tour explore with me
I’ll show you the side where we abide by the G code they supplied to me
Breed wit the heart of a winner; forgive a sinner who’ll ride like me
With the intent to prevent us with live’n in the system
Body of a young gunner think logic like an old runner and I got some wisdom
I know I’ll win some miss some, cruise some lose some but I’m never done
I posse what it takes to be now and next, come out the block’s like a vet, finish 
and be know as  the best.
Even a judge couldn’t object to my runnin’s to be the king now
Just look and screen my background to see what I’ll bring now
Leadership to lead a clique to the top of the food chain
Not greedy with my cheese or chip’s cause I know how food change
Stand up type, never run type go hard or go home a “demand mine’s” type
It takes a man’s mind right to revive the hive so the workers is workin’ right
My experience appears in my appearance you see it in my eyes and in my voice when 
you hear it.
When I broke the mold, the angels were told to rejoice and sing
The dawning of a new era I know what its takes to be the King

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My Turn

I Thought it was my turn, well I guess it aint.
Wish I could have played my cards, but I guess I can’t
I was working with all trumps like Donald, we was goin win so who cares.
But you thought all I was concerned with was the two pair.
I was ready to play the deck. Not ready to play the mess.
You tryin to play the curve. But I can’t play the catch.
Willin to play the game, play it right and play the role.
Willin to say the same, say it right and say my role.
But ya questions of the lessons is stressing
Don’t lay the heart on the table if clubs led: Message. 
Play the suit and listen wit ya eyes and not wit your lobes
Believe none of what you hear and half of what you know.
If you goin play wit a partner trust that they’ll come through.
Play the queen of spades, you get beat be sure I’ll play the deuce.
All that I ask is that you don’t question what I do.
Even if I got a hand full of possible’s I’m still goin make it do what it do.
I’m a card player, so workin wit an unsure partner aint goin flow.
If I aint hype about the hand don’t mean I aint got the O.
The worst thing you could do to the champ is say he full of hot air.
Go there? Not there? I’m the king; I’ll show you how I got Heir. 
Get me a new partner, got you askin why I’m not there.
But we’ll end the game at a stalemate, cause its stale mate.
Had to play it wrong, played it too long now a break I shale take.

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Move Ya Body

I hit the dance floor looking for a chick that knows how to dance though.
Can shake it to the Lil Jon gone off a lil don but still can dance slow.
Move her hips to the beat, lips real sweet, watching them low rise thighs 
hypnotize’n C.
Dip’n it low to the floor entice’n me.
Cutie wit the bootie, a knock out like Tyson hit me.
We dance’n till the song change, I saw the draws on this tall dame, chameleon thong 
and her bra change.
She whispered in my ear, listen real clear I came wit my girls I’m tryin to get 
outta here.
I said that’s cool and I here you loud and clear, you real foxy brown like Ms. Pam 
Grier.
She said that she’ll top me down, let me dock my boat in her pier.
She moves her body well; Man, me and the mourning gotta to see her.
Victim of her love spell, telling me Vicky’s secret that she holds so dear.
She got me hype like right boo let’s leave the club.
She like alright might have to show you was up.
I told her I aint a man of words but I’m bout a lot of action.
Told me to be a man of my word and she hopes that I’m packin
I showed her my size 14, and she said whus crackin
She grabbed my package, jumped back and said lets make it happen

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Jane Doe

Whus up Jane Doe, I don’t think I know ya name so
I'll just get acquainted wit what you think'n in you brain though.
Never seen ya frame but the picture that I picture'll stay the same.
Beauty is in on the inside, wit you in yo rhyme’s in time hopefully you just wont be a figure in mind. I believe in what I can’t see, the air I breathe, the god who blessed me and Jane Doe who respects me
Never even seen nor meet me, I guess my sales pitch'll sell this
It must be ditto because I stay in touch wit this chick.
Never seen her hips, lips, thighs, eye's or tits.
But some how she knows what I’m on before I even said it.
Now I got more questions then lessons, not the type for neglecting.
On the same page its strange neither mind has time for rejection.
Got me ready to dance horizontal and give you my erection
I’m just mess'n, this whole time in this whole rhyme I’ve known ya name. I just wanna get to know the person who got the name.
You got a story that'll make a nigga wanna read. I usually just pick up books to look now I wanna read. I wanna see if you what you cracked up to be. Most men would be intimidated but you stack up to me. Back it up to me; throw it back you'll see. They don’t call me the sire for nothin if you want you can come and see.

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What It Is

What it is you ask me why I’m happy
I’m a super man so me and you is like a tag team.
Tandem, real random wit it, me real handsome wit it.
Kidnap you and hold you for ransom in it.
Cause you the shift shizzy, to make a brotha get this dizzy.
But I’m built for this, so when I blow pay the house note wit about 6 digits. Add the seventh to call you, make sure the call go through. hearin a lot of static, cause I don’t got a signal in the room. But all I know is that I wanna mingle in the room got the misle in the room kissin under the misle in the room. I know I’m goin be missin you soon cause you gotta get missin real soon, cause moms aint on have u in the D wit this dude. But make sure you call me on regular, so other chicks talkin to me'll seem irregular, cause cheatin aint better for us it'll mess us up, plus if you my soul mate make my soul shake, send a vibe threw my fluid to make my bones break. For lowds(lord) sake, you can fa sho take the last name the plat chain that run way fame but just don’t run away. Cause my tears and eyes'll run away and make the sun find the clouds and run away, mess my evenin afternoon, forget it days astray. but for you I’ll let it burn like a ashtray.

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In Private

In private I got you cry’n and whine’n each and every time and I be deep inside ya line’n
On top ride’n like a water rafter
Faster and faster, make’n me out last her, know’n I gotta have her
Got me grow’n even after I splash her
We grouped in our privacy, got me cooped in her privacy, blow’n my roof in her privacy
She scream’n “Please keep pipe’n me, is it mine don’t lie to me”
I tell her she’s my favorite fan to see, when I’m think’n about my favorite fantasy.
I know I’m her favorite man to see when she’s demand’n D.
Honey scratch’n the back of me, kissin my neck passionately, leave’n passion to see for other chick to peep when they pass’n me.
Mami’s a tyrant, since we in private then she’s try’n it, handcuff’n and tie’n Ms.
Entice’n cause she like’n it
Know she shouldn’t have came through the doorway
I seen it in her eye’s from “Hi” that she wants to be my whore today
In seclusion, sex’n is the conclusion, our bodies is in a fusion beat’n it like I’m bruise’n
Now she only call when she need a fix
Translation, she only call when she need some dick
Grip her hips, lick her lips seduce her tits grab her ass and grasp as I’m hit’n it
Agreed that this is our little secret, forbid that the world find’s out that she wants it so frequent
Ask’n me what the total is, baby this is free dick
So goin girl get me hard as a stone girl, for ya help make you melt below the belt leave ya toe’s curled
Wont label you know hoe girl
Just make sure you free around three cause I’m goin want some more girl.