[Featuring Rashad] Loon: Uh uh uh uh what Let's talk about it Yeah yeah yeah Ma I told you I'm not here to fuss or fight But I see it all you wanna do is cuss all night In front of the kids you tryin' to crush my life Cuz you know I ain't the type that punch my wife But I see now who you wanted to be While knee deep in the pee now tryin' to freestyle But I see now people could see that ain't me When I bought you the E3, the crib in D.C. On GP, bought the Mazda Z3 Bought your little brother the 52 inch TV With a Playstation to stay patient Cuz right now it's all about the kid's situation Rashad-Chorus: Please baby girl Let's not fight If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out til we get it right Please baby don't Please don't cry If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out til we get it right Huddy: All Out, yo, yo, yo Once mistake in my life, this chicken head claimin' she wife Jammin' my phone, like damn, she won't leave me alone Knew she was trife, the way she kept watchin' my ice Watchin' my step, hittin' it on top of the steps Knowin' she wild, the condoms, she havin' my child Now that I'm stuck, she can't keep scratchin' my truck Actin' all young, doing it in front of our son Peeped it before, but didn't want to think she's a whore Thinkin' it's good, fuckin' up her rep in the 'Hood Fuckin' up mine, fuckin' niggas two at a time But look at her now, Harlem World quicker to town But look at my rhyme, better it didn't turn into crumb And I'm Little Huddy must have made me calm So I bowed down prayin' for my baby's mom I'ma take a raise now that my baby's born And I'ma love you anyway til the day you're gone, what Chorus: Please baby girl Let's not fight If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out til we get it right Please baby don't Please don't cry If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out til we get it right Rashad: Now let me hear you say uh Say uh huh Let me hear you say uh Say uh huh Now let me hear you say uh Say uh huh Now let me hear you say Uh uh uh uh uh na na na na Baby $ta$e: Yo, yo, yo Yo, it's a holiday, sippin' on Sharanade I'm wonderin' why these cats never celebrate Father's Day Y'all tellin' in fear, y'all ain't really takin' y'all cares And y'all motherfuckin' lie and say that y'all did Now when days, the phrases, the tired old lines She was messin' around and the baby ain't mine But all y'all, knowin' y'all was sayin' it raw-daw Y'all wanna claim that? How y'all gonna explain that? I'm bothered, y'all shouldn't have got me started Where was you when shorty turned two? Tell me what whould you do if the baby caught the flu You ain't even got a clue, if you do, tell me how to pursue But you quick to get hyper, come mess up my cypher No dough for no diapers, so why should I like ya? And you never cared before, so why should we care that you now see 74? Chorus: Please baby girl Let's not fight If you wanna be in my life Let's work it nice so we get it right Please baby girl Let's not fight If you wanna be in my life Let's work it nice so we get it right Rashad: Whoooa, whoooa, yeah Whoooa, whoooa We can work it out Whoooa, whoooa Whoooa, whoaaaa Can we start over again? Whoaaa Yeah, yeah, yeah
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