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[phone being dialed] [click] "Hello?" "This is Nynex. You have a collect call from a New York State correctional facility. Caller, please say your name." (Yeah, collect call from Teflon) "If you accept these charges, please say yes at the tone." [beep] "Yeah." "Your call is connected." [Verse One] What's the deal boo? (Ain't nuttin; heard you called to speak to me last week, but I was asleep) Nah you frontin (How you know?) What? (Everytime you call you act like somethin jumpin off over here) Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa Yo, first over, lower your tone Hon don't forget who you talkin to cause we over the phone Now, how's my son doin? (Alive and, successfully as expected to be, no thanks to his father jive-ass) Aight, anyway, I just called to notify you that I'll be home now just about any day Reminiscin, back through my bid I realized that you wasn't bein very consistant (*chk*) nah nah just listen I got to get this in the open; straight up and down love you KNEW the motherfuckin rules, and still broke 'em I never asked you for much; just a scribe every here and there A simple pen game vibe to keep in touch I blew digits on exquisite shit for my girl Songtextewhen I was out in the world, now I can't even get a visit That's kinda fucked up, you snuck fucked Did a lot of shit from while I was skimpin, but now you fucked up I shoulda been cut you loose; but sometimes when in love brothers plug they ears from the truth Yeah, my homies spotted you downtown, stylin with some clown cat that we was robbin on the Island Aiyyo, you ain't nuttin but a wannabe; how could you love me for life and take flights from this, I catch a 1 to 3 And then on top of that you lie; thought I could confide in you not knowin the feelings inside of you died, a long time ago We, used to slow grind Blowin your mind and you whine how you'd never let go But now, I'm out of all your plans, all your time Bein that I'm out of your sight, I must be out of your mind Fine time to show your true colors to a brother When on lock, I guess you find out who really love ya I'm sayin hon, me and you is done Just don't have none of them crab niggaz playin dad with my son Tell him that I love him and I miss him Just didn't want him havin to witness his pops locked in the system Give me a hot second, I'm checkin my watch Step inside a tear, cause the last nigga that violated here they kept him I guess all things happen for a reason When I needed you most, you played high post and kept breezin Only for me to be in front of your eyes in no time at all Surprise, how fast the time flies You can't play both sides from in-between Honey knock it off, wake up out your dreams What I mean is that's the type of shit, fools do I guess things happen the way that they do, because of bitches like you (Bitches? What?) [phone slammed down] (Hello? Tef? Tch, man fuck him) [dial tone] Aus Songtexte Mania