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Dorian

"Here we are in the apartment corridor,

Dorian, right? yeah I been meaning to speak to you.

I don't get up in my neighbours business normally right,

But yo these thin ass walls got everything leakin' through

Now first thing's first, I don't judge you for the weed smoke

But I can hear your daughter yellin' "daddy, please dont"

And it's not once or twice, but every damn night

Man there's somethin' goin' on up in here that ain't right

Now, man to man, I can understand

They like to stress a brotha out, man we cuss each other out

But you crossin the line by puttin your hands on 'em

Ain't nobody ever told you not to hit a damn woman?

Boy, I can tell that my presence was painfull

Breathin' truth down his neck it must have felt like a strangle

His eyes flashed confusion, wavin' his hands around

He's used to raisin' his voice on people to back 'em down..."

"....See this is specifically why I left the pistol in the linen closet

Pullin' this shit, if he was taller I woulda went and got it

Damnit man, I'm in the right and I'm civilized

But little boys really ain't used to bein' criticized

First off scooter, take the bass out your voice

I'm respectfull with mine and yo you makin' a choice

Here and, understand it's only once that I warn you

Make a move, make a threat, I'll make it rain knuckles on you

I ain't a woman or a baby dawg, I'm out of your league

My wife heard us gettin' loud so she's prayin' for peace

She's stuck her head down on some keep your temper shit

Little man gon' say "Over there's your door, mind your business bitch"

Ha, now that's sweet, just what I needed it, it seemed that

He invited my right fist for a party on his left cheek

I didn't mean to seem rude so I accepted,

But arrived a half a second early, right cross connected -

Oh, staggered him, just by taggin' him,

Mr. tough guy, one punch bring out the fag in him

Little man could make moves that I couldn't,

He cut and tried to foot it, now how should I put it

I stood at full posture and swatted him down the staircase

Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches knew their place

Airport style, the second one take off, the next one land

Learn some respect young man

He glanced down for the brick on the ground,

Fist still clenched up I'm still stickin' his crown

He's in the jaws of the most turbulent blitz in the world

So fuck hittin' ya' girl tonight you're hittin' the ground

I said somebody need to beat your ass,

And then teach your ass, and I'm sorry I can only do half

And while his mellon swell up, a police cruiser pull up

He hopped out all puffed up with the holster of his gun up

Ready to protect and serve,

And it's in his nature to .38 ya' if you're testin' his nerves

He helped the wife-beater stand up,

But not before he helped Brother Ali into some handcuffs

And you can imagine my surprise,

When his girl came down the stairs with tears in her eyes

And a phone in her hand, holdin' her man

Damn that was not the plan...

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