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Nothing Personal
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Bill Withers
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(*We gonna do a song that you never heard before*) Yeah, street knowledge Straight off the motherf**kin' streets of Trinity For you listeners, check it Don't you player hate me, ho Man, I'm 'bout tired of this ho sh*t I'm heartless out the garden, no n***a to f**k with On the block with the stone (Yeah) And them other ho's are jealous 'cause we bringin' more money home I'm keepin' all of my player points I get paid, on the cool, then sit back and smoke a joint I know my mind ain't tight, D If I ain't even got my cousin with the nerves to de-cite me (Ha) And them n***as we was raised with, talkin' nonsense 'Cause they still had to rob and sh*t Let's go to the memory lane, bone (Way back) They was raised with a daddy, I was born without a home My mama couldn't take care of me I live my life day by day, on the clock, G But that's life, sh*t, and it don't quit Straight up, holmes (What's up man?) I'm no n***a to f**k with
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