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(my best friend)
I remember the day I met ya
You almost drove me crazy
Something 'bout ya had me goin'
(but it wasn't like my girlfriend)
As I commenced to get to know ya
All the things that I told ya
Times you asked me to hold ya
(real damn hard to explain)You always talked about bein' so lonely
How your nigga always trippin'
Tellin' me he treat ya like shit and
You don't know why you're messin' with him
Just couldn't find no happiness
But you're too damn beautiful for this
So my only mission
Prevent anybody from trippin' on my best friend1 - I'm gon' get them
You gon' be there too
Only wanna see you happy

In case you didn't know, you're my best friend
You got me and it's gon' be us too
So now you gotta keep your head up
I'm gonna be your best friendEverytime I'd sit and think about it
You make me wanna check that busta
But y'all so far away
('cause you wouldn't let me anyway)
Everytime I see you, why you gotta be crying?
Don't look like you get no sleep at night
Baby girl, is everything all right?I ain't gonna worry 'bout ya
But I got so much damn love for ya
It's a struggle to keep my sanity when I know you ain't happy
And I'm tryna let you be
But it just don't work
'cause any minute, I'll be in the club goin' berzerk
Puttin' in work on the jerk that's pullin' your skirt
Your protector, not gon' let nobody hurt you no more
If you comin' with me baby, i'ma open the door
And you ain't gotta cry no more (don't cry no more)Repeat 1
Repeat 1I can't lie
You would be my baby if I didn't have a girlfriend
Only one I'm not gon' be in love with
And then we'd be huggin'
And if a mothafucka try to hurt you, I'm actin' up
You don't need to worry, i'ma serve on him (chop him up)
You ain't lived your life enough to let this punk nigga box you up
(that's why I got your love)Repeat 1 to fade

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Tq

Terrance Quaites is an American R&B singer, known professionally as TQ.

TQ was raised in the church (he sang in the choir) but his real education came from the streets, where the first wave of hip-hop music became the soundtrack to his life. "From Monday to Saturday I was hangin', partyin', chasing girls, getting in trouble, and straight-up acting the fool," he admits. "But on Sunday my mother dragged me out of bed to go to church. That's where I developed my singing voice and learned how to make people feel me."

TQ was never a thug in the true sense of the word: His hard-working parents instilled positive values in him, and didn't hesitate to set him straight when he was wrong. At 16, when his mom found a gun in his room, she sent the teenager to live with an aunt in Atlanta. In retrospect, says TQ, "sending me down South saved my life. It made me straighten up—for awhile, anyway."

These conflicting circumstances honed TQ's survival instincts and his passion for music. "The little money I had to buy records was spent on rap," he notes. "See, I really wasn't much into my generation's r&b. I listened more to the old-school soul that my parents had in the house. So my music now is more a combination of that and hard-core hip-hop."

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