Not the Kids

                                  Uh  uh  uh  uh  what 

Let's talk about it 

Yeah  yeah  yeah 

Ma  I told you  I'm not here to fuss or fight 

But I see it  all you want to do is cuss all night 

In front of the kids  you tryin' to crush my life 

'Cause you know I ain't the type that punch my wife 

But I see now  who you wanted to be 

While knee deep in the pee now  tryin' to freestyle 

But I see now  people could see  that ain't me 

When I bought you the E3, the crib in D.C. 

On GP, bought the Mazda Z3 

Bought your little brother the 52 inch TV 

With a PlayStation to stay patient 

'Cause right now it's all about the kid's situation 

Rashad-Chorus: 

Please baby girl 

Let's not fight 

If you're really gonna be in my life 

Let's work it out til we get it right 

Please baby don't 

Please don't cry 

If you're really gonna be in my life 

Let's work it out til we get it right 

Huddy: 

All Out, yo, yo, yo 

Once mistake in my life, this chicken head claimin' she wife 

Jammin' my phone, like damn, she won't leave me alone 

Knew she was trife, the way she kept watchin' my ice 

Watchin' my step, hittin' it on top of the steps 

Knowin' she wild, the condoms, she havin' my child 

Now that I'm stuck, she can't keep scratchin' my truck 

Actin' all young, doing it in front of our son 

Peeped it before, but didn't want to think she's a whore 

Thinkin' it's good, fuckin' up her rep in the 'Hood 

Fuckin' up mine, fuckin' niggas two at a time 

But look at her now, Harlem World quicker to town 

But look at my rhyme, better it didn't turn into crumb 

And I'm Little Huddy must have made me calm 

So I bowed down prayin' for my baby's mom 

I'ma take a raise now that my baby's born 

And I'ma love you anyway til the day you're gone, what 

Chorus: 

Please baby girl 

Let's not fight 

If you're really gonna be in my life 

Let's work it out til we get it right 

Please baby don't 

Please don't cry 

If you're really gonna be in my life 

Let's work it out til we get it right 

Rashad: 

Now let me hear you say uh 

Say uh huh 

Let me hear you say uh 

Say uh huh 

Now let me hear you say uh 

Say uh huh 

Now let me hear you say 

Uh uh uh uh uh na na na na 

Baby $ta$e: 

Yo, yo, yo 

Yo, it's a holiday, sippin' on Sharanade 

I'm wonderin' why these cats never celebrate Father's Day 

y'all tellin' in fear, y'all ain't really takin' y'all cares 

And y'all motherfuckin' lie and say that y'all did 

Now when days, the phrases, the tired old lines 

She was messin' around and the baby ain't mine 

But all y'all, knowin' y'all was sayin' it raw-daw 

y'all want to claim that? How y'all gonna explain that? 

I'm bothered, y'all shouldn't have got me started 

Where was you when shorty turned two? 

Tell me what whould you do if the baby caught the flu 

You ain't even got a clue, if you do, tell me how to pursue 

But you quick to get hyper, come mess up my cypher 

No dough for no diapers, so why should I like ya? 

And you never cared before, so why should we care that you now see 74? 

Chorus: 

Please baby girl 

Let's not fight 

If you want to be in my life 

Let's work it nice so we get it right 

Please baby girl 

Let's not fight 

If you want to be in my life 

Let's work it nice so we get it right 

Rashad: 

Whoooa, whoooa, yeah 

Whoooa, whoooa 

We can work it out 

Whoooa, whoooa 

Whoooa, whoaaaa 

Can we start over again? 

Whoaaa 

Yeah, yeah, yeah