To harvest the hard shit

[Sadat X:]
I slave till all my work is done
I'm cashin' in
Stack up my money for a grand set
I like them all house parties rockin'
Plus I'm up in your cozy
Bitch turn your head and keep your eyes
Where they supposed to be
Supposedly I was seen with something lean, huh
Brown skin
I keep it bouncin'
I say loungin'
On the side with red wine
I know that shit on my floor ain't swine
Now back it up
Stack it up
And hit me one more time
It might be your phone call
But check it, it's my dime
And I know she's fine
But get off my line
Or I'll break that spine
And then maybe your face
You all up in my space
Like with Puffy and Mase
But that's just not the case'
Cause I'm settin' the pace
While you followin' and swallowin'
Savorin' the flavor
In your audio for now
Quick suckin' my style
I'll be the man

I'll be the man
With the large amounts of savoir-faire

[CHORUS]
Rock on
To the break of dawn
Just freak it
Ah yeah baby
Rock on
To the break of dawn
Just freak it

Ah yeah baby

[CHORUS II (X2)]
[Sadat X:]
'Cause it's the funky beat'

'Cause it's the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat)

[Sadat X:]
I'll leave a piece of my style
Flyin' high up in the air
And you'll say to yourself
Damn I'm glad I was there
This is as rare as me frickin' share
You people stare
But behind closed doors

You will take it there

Casual:Yeah I be the extraordinare
Judge from Bayfare
To Albee Square
Tell me where the party at
I'll be there
Let her hit the coney at
Show her where to rock the pony at
I be the man
With the large amounts of sapphire fare
I'm about to cut loose
My dog so you all best beware
You can dance with flare
And get out of your chair
We be smarter than your average boo boo bear

"Letter"

Yeah that's her
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
All the broken hearts
And the unpaid dues
What you did to me
What I did to you
I ain't mad at you, boo
So what we gonna do
I just seen you out with your new man
It's lookin' kind of happy
I'm feelin' like somebody just slapped me
My gut's in a knot
My temp's gettin' hot
I wanna make that man bleed
And wear this speed knot
'Cause he ain't got what we had
And it makes me kind of mad
I hurt my one true love
Just like my dad
And it's kinda sad
'Cause now my shit's together
No need for umbrellas
I can see the stormy weather
I'm goin' outside into the rain
Like Keith Sweat
'Cause I can't house this pain
We was workin' for years
Now I'm jerkin' these tears
From my lips to God's ears, girl
I did you wrong
So I'm makin' this song
To let you know how I feel
Before I'm keepin' it real
May keep my heart concealed
And now I'm on the side
Just patiently waitin'
Watchin' on you when the time for updatin'I can't hide from the truth
I know the puddin's in the proof
So I stand convicted like all your friends predicted
But I'd think you'd be surprised
On how this ends brothers
We went from lovers to friends
We'll go from friends to lovers
So if that man make you smile
I guess that I'll
Just accept it
And respect it
I'll hit you with this song
And let you think about it
Then I'll just leave you alone
And be a man about it.

"7 Years"

It's been seven years down the road
I got no more tears that are left to flow
When I did my baby wrong
She left me lonely for so long
Now I'm out here all alone

Lord, won't you please bring my baby home

[CHORUS (X2)]
Lord, won't you please...bring my baby home

Lord won't you please bring my baby home

It go one for the treble
Two for the bass
Used to mess with this girl
Way back in the day
She was from the PJ's
And she went both ways
Yeah, the girl was a freak
I used to call her Monique
And before I even speak
About knockin' the boots
I say her name been changed to avoid lawsuits
So now we gettin' down to the nitty of the gritty
She brought her friend around
And damn she was pretty
Betty was twisted
She said her number was listed
They grabbed my love two fisted
Hugged it and kissed it
They say one in the hand
Is worth two in the bush
But when shove came to push
Yo, I had my own theories
World Series of love
It's two on one
Till I got caught with the smokin' gun
His wife came home
And she bursted in
Now I'm lookin' for my heart
Like I'm made from tin
The road that I travel
Ain't got yellow bricks
My old woman jinxed
That all men are pricks
And she flipped the script
She's puttin' lip to lip

And every time I think about it I just lose my grip

'Cause I've been up
And I've been down
And I've been fast
And I've been slow
And I've been square
And I've been round
And I've been high
And I've been low
And I've been cool
And I've been calm
And I've been kind
And I've been crass
I held the whole world right in my palm
I tried to spread it around