true, stay blue boy I'm from the gutter, like cheap butter I rip and get wetter, no better And I be listening to the radio, thinking like it's due Be
club on and throw a couple dollars on a Dancer So don't hastle me, just leave me alone, quit callin my phone You say you an independent woman, then stand on
might get you probation And we're deep six in the mix ripping round rotation Chucking cheap tricks and kung fu kicks just to get sensation So turn your radio
that?) Say something (I dare you), say something [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] The lord chief rocker, I'm colder than meatlockers My people keep throwin' it up like cheap
in the club on and throw a couple dollars on a Dancer So don't hastle me, just leave me alone, quit callin my phone You say you an independent woman, then stand on
we can do it, But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder just who can see through it. Bargains and sacrifices. Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What
worse keep this on the hush, uhh Hook: Notorious B.I.G. I know you seen me on the video (true) I know you heard me on the radio (true) But you