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(How longer will we suffer from hunger?)
(How much longer we suffer?)
- DJ On Point - talking] (*echo*)
Make sure you pay close attention on this
We this one Secrets
Another joint produced by the ...
My G, downtown Brooklyn
forget mixtapemurder.com, my nigga A.G., what up?
(How much longer we suffer from hunger?)
(How much will we suffer from hunger?)
[Joe Budden - talking behind the (*Emanny harmonizing*)
Y'all in mood yet?
1 - Joe Budden] (*Emanny harmonizes throughout*)
Her name was Chyna Doll, real Sasha
Stripped out in
, a regular stopper (uh)
Club hopper, couldn't tell her
Can't even talk to her, if it ain't about a (can't even talk to her, if it ain't about a dollar)
Stayed in the latest, Esay, Gucci,
Two kids, no with the father
(no communication the father, OH!)
She nineteen, lookin the truth is sickenin (WHAT?)
But boo was trickin, to pay tuition (school tuition)
A hourglass figure with the best complexion (with the complexion)
no ratchet on her, usin sex as a weapon
(usin sex as a weapon)
Her man's named Jerome (her man's Jerome)
Highschool sweetheart, but just came for some charges unknown (for some charges unknown)
It's probably domestic (probably domestic), he be her ass
still go to work like she be needin the cash
Got his name on her
impolite, I made it rain on her once and bitch (BITCH!) couldn't say 'thank you' (OH!)
Call me loose, but you'd shorty too
I'm 36, 24, 42
She be at The Tea Cup
(be at The Tea Cup)
of Chardonnay and E'd up
A +Black Girl Lost+, she Jesus (she need Jesus)
Bisexual, live her life on the
Newark niggas to come through spikin her drink
drugs in her liquor (in her liquor)
throwin dubs they tip her
She high, makin it clap, screamin 'fuck them other niggas!' (fuck them niggas!)
Jerome type jealous, to come through clappin at niggas
That put they hands on her (used to come clappin at niggas that put they hands on her)
Cause of the insanity, her from Fantasies (cause of the insanity, fired her from Fantasies)
man's fantasy, sufferin from vanity (every man's fantasy, sufferin from vanity, OH!)
I 'member she went broke for a stint
So she started niggas just to pay her rent (so she started fuckin niggas just to pay her rent)
Started fuckin anybody that would get her bent (anybody would get her bent)
Frequentin hotels and with dark tints (frequentin hotels and cars with dark tints)
But she never home, in the world her greed
It's a disease, takin care of her seeds
Now everybody she be (she be with), keep gettin her weeded (keep gettin her weeded)
She dropped out of school, felt it was no needed
Low self-esteem, a home and shattered dreams
Got comin out of her jeans
Get money by any means, anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside, to cover up inside
one time bad bitch (dog), don't even look average
Borrows her friend's clothes, no more for
Fifth (for Saks Fifth)
Jerome proposed, now awaitin marriage (awaitin marriage)
Little did he know how niggas had smashed it (whoa, whoa, oh, HO!)
Dre used to pipe her, two was creepin
It was more than just beatin, I'm he really liked her (guessin he really liked her)
Dre got a girl, maybe not the label
See her name is Faith, but he ain't never faithful (never been faithful)
She to get raiseful, yellin out 'I hate you!' (I hate you!)
Been with him since he was broke and he grateful (he ain't grateful)
Now the able, financially stable (financially stable)
But she turned the tables, went and got some other mates too (went and got some other too)
That never her from rummagin through his shit
Dre neglectin home, fuckin with this bitch
Takin her on vacas, pick her up for stays
Spent his whole check on her damn near pay day
Already fought 'rome when he Dre at the strip club
Chyna givin him a lap dance, gettin her tits
Zipper like he just finished gettin his dick sucked
'Rome threw his fists up, but Dre couldn't give a (OH!)
Security kicked 'em out, blastin DJ Unk
I saw Jerome over towards his trunk
But Chyna and stopped it, before Jerome popped it
Dre ain't nothin, kept creepin, he ain't stop shit (he ain't stop shit)
I to talk to him, he ain't heed the message
She lookin skinny, exceedin anorexic
Coughin every minute (OH!), to me kind of hinted (OH!)
If you gon' ya cape on, nigga take her to the clinic (nigga take her to the clinic)
But he don't want to and no he never told me
He bring that bitch everywhere, treat her a trophy
I know dude, I know that when he go fuck her
He open, he divin in, no rubber (no rubber)
I seen shit comin, call me a psychic (call me a psychic)
He tryin keep tabs on her, bought her a (bought her a Sidekick, OH!)
See other night, pick her up in that Hybrid (pick her up in that Hybrid)
You got a girl nigga, at do it in private (at least do it in private)
I he really treatin Chyna like a fly chick (like a fly chick)
Talkin dirty to her like 'Damn, love how you ride dick' (damn, love how you dick, OH!)
She be on top screamin, 'Daddy, how you like (OH!)
But not after found out he had the virus (OH!)
Now he's heated, anger's deep (anger's deep seeded)
He thinks she runnin 'round, fuckin with this deep secret (fuckin with this secret)
Not even thinkin her man or her kids
Dre turned and took her life for takin his
And I mad at you for spendin a few chips
I thought you better than wifin that loose bitch
You never heard lay your head, where you shit?'
You got your out, dug yourself a huge ditch
Dumb motherfucker, now you two bids
And can't even run from the law, you too (and can't even run from the law, you too sick)
Jerome wasted no time findin where live
He came in blazin that fifth in ribs
That's two individuals gone for God's
Jerome went to jail three after her wake
Dre's at home, in shock, she can't believe it
Wishin she would've him about her big, big secret
[Outro - Joe - talking] (*Emanny harmonizing*)
Y'all in mood yet?
Maybe y'all hear me
Y'all in mood yet?
I don't think they understand me (I don't they understand me)
Let the guitars rock out (let the guitars out)
If I went to fast, maybe you listenin to
Ya (ya heard?)
[DJ On Point - talking Outro] (*echo*)
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