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joke's on you - lloyd banks lyrics

[spike lee’s “mo’ better blues (1990) “:]
[bleek:] i have a certain amount of time allotted for daily practice!
you know this! yet you consistently overlook my program
[clarke:] i get the times mixed up
[bleek:] hmm
[clarke:] everything with you is so d-mn regulated
a certain time to do this… a certain time to do that
everything’s on a schedule, a time table!
[bleek:] let me explain something to you!
life is short… okay? i need it like this to do the things i gotta do, i like order
[clarke:] order’s fine,. but you’re ridiculous!
[bleek:] what do you want?
[clarke:] i want a man who knows what he wants… decisive!
you don’t know what you want!
make up your mind, to be a man, and don’t be wishy-washy on me!
[bleek:] hmm
i know what i want: my music. everything else is secondary!
[clarke:] i knew you would say that
[bleek:] then why did you ask?
i’m just tryna do my thing, you know?
do yours!
i’m on the move everynight, (you know i ain’t livin right
and you wanna be the wifey! (wifey…)
so it’s hurtin’ you to like me, (like me…)
and it’s killin’ you to love, (uh!)
chatter gets to you cause you always in the club
i ain’t tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home!
don’t get me outta my zone. – stop callin’ my phone!
save the cryin’ for the dummy!
i wake up – both eyes on the motherf-ckin’ money
uhh! – you ain’t really hurt, b-tch! – you been down this road before
problem when lies surface (uh!) – bullsh-t you done heard and more!
i tap the pen, – let out the bullet, – but i don’t serve ’em raw, (raw!)
quickest way of trappin’ ’em, havin’ you, have to go to court. (daamn!)
life long accident, one night of action got ya caught
victim to their spot, now you’re up to your knees in child support
but uh-uuuhh! (uh-uh!) – not me! – i’m rocky in a drop v
i’m top seed
on it word to big an’ lil’ katif
lambo’ down the side streets
same neighborhood as ll cool j and mobb deep, (ca) pone and nore’ and fly sneaks! (uh!)
ghetto b-tches dime freaks!
i’m just tryna fit in
finally get my sh-t off so they mention my name with them!
no valentine, cause none of these ladies mine, (nah!)
not my girl, girl to be, fiancée – or baby mom. (mom!)
brand new women to bring home, chains watches and ring shown
come into my reality! – “p.i.m.p.” my ringtone! (ringtone!)
i’m on the move everynight, (uh!)
> you know i ain’t livin right
and you wanna be the wifey! (wifey…)
so it’s hurtin’ you to like me, (like me…)
and it’s killin’ you to love, (uh!)
chatter gets to you cause you always in the club, (uh-huh!)
i ain’t tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home!
don’t get me outta my zone. – stop callin’ my phone! (uh!)
save the cryin’ for the dummy! (dummy…)
i wake up – both eyes on the motherf-ckin’ money. (money…)
how do you think i got to the money? – bein’ stupid?!
you done f-cked around and got yo’ dumb -ss in my music
i got new hoes – for the day. – f-ckin’ girls they all will pay
i’m guarented to score – like jordan in a basketballer way
a lot of missed callin’, ya borin’? – i’ll be gone to all them
girls in no order! – you can have ’em, i can’t afford ’em.
don’t pillow-talk, them broads ain’t holdin’ water
and they ain’t’ faithful either, catch me in the nightclub throwin’ rozay on her
balls in a model hand
shine like a hologram
orgies, a dime a dozen. – clockwork like a dollar van!
barely like ’em, don’t love ’em!
– showstoppers exotic tans
dancin’ while i judge ’em, i thug ’em all the way out in france. (france!)
i ain’t ya come up! – she gonna roll the blunt up, (yeah!)
an hour later and one nut, – then i’ll hit you back, nunchuck. (uh!)
hit the street when the sun’s up. – sh-ttin’ now by the dump truck;
hold on! – let me see what this b-tch want! – what?!
i’m on the move everynight, (uh!)
> you know i ain’t livin right
and you wanna be the wifey! (wifey…)
so it’s hurtin’ you to like me, (like me…)
and it’s killin’ you to love, (uh!)
chatter gets to you cause you always in the club, (uh-huh!)
i ain’t tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home!
don’t get me outta my zone. – stop callin’ my phone! (uh!)
save the cryin’ for the dummy! (dummy…)
i wake up – both eyes on the motherf-ckin’ money. (money…)

- lloyd banks lyrics

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