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I cant be your man
T.I.

Yeah,
To the ladies,
One moÂ’ message from T.I.P.,
I represent every man in America,
Naw,the world

You wanna know what he what he
thinkinÂ’ bout when he ainÂ’t
talkin to you bout why he canÂ’t
be your man you sure you wanna know

Here it is

[Verse 1]
My girl say I donÂ’t love her
She say we just fuckinÂ’
NothinÂ’ against you
ItÂ’s just that I hate tux
She wanna toast with the MoÂ’ and the ice
ThrowinÂ’ the rice
Wake up with me for the rest of your life
Ask me where IÂ’m going,when IÂ’comin back when I bounce
Runnin her mouth, call herself the queen of the south
Redecorate the crib throwin satin on the couch
Catch me out adulteratinÂ’ takinÂ’ half of the house
Well it ainÂ’t she donÂ’t deserve it
Just I donÂ’t wanna give it
The life she wanna live
Shorty I donÂ’t wanna live it
MakinÂ’ money shortyÂ’s missinÂ’
To all kind of digits
From KeKeÂ’s to ChaniquesÂ’s
To BiancaÂ’s and BrigettesÂ’s
Poppin’ up unannouced, shorty call ‘fore you visit
Nothing about a number, mind your goddamn business
Look bitch, some shit bout Tip wonÂ’t change
We can hang, but I got to let you know one thang

[Chorus]
I canÂ’t be your man
It ainÂ’t you itÂ’s me, sorry shorty
I canÂ’t be your man
Where I been, I donÂ’t see no rings on these fingers
I canÂ’t be your man
Look to the future, find someone better than me
I canÂ’t be your man
You deserve much more, IÂ’m no good to you shorty

[Verse 2]
DonÂ’t it seem like shit be cool for a month and a half
All of a sudden you frontinÂ’ and showin your ass
ComplaininÂ’ bout what you got
Shorty look what you had
Before me, it was pull-out couches and Bilitant bags
Now she mad cause she ainÂ’t got a T.V. in her Jag
I tell you what if that ainÂ’t good enough get back on the bus
Give up the princess cuts and the Prada and stuff
I take you out to eat and you order a bottle of what?
Ungrateful wonderinÂ’ why IÂ’m not faithful
BallinÂ’s all good but this shit is just wasteful
Want me to pay your bills
Help you get a bigger crib
Shorty I donÂ’t mind helpinÂ’
But show some initiative
AinÂ’t brought nothinÂ’ to the table but hard times and heartache
Do something, get on the grind for GodÂ’s sake
A reminder, rewind this message from your highness
For those that chose to take my kindness for blindness

[Chorus]
I canÂ’t be your man
I donÂ’t cheat cause I ainÂ’t shit,
IÂ’m cheatinÂ’ cause you aint shit
I canÂ’t be your man
Every time I walk in the house you sittinÂ’ on that goddamn couch
You ainÂ’t got nothing better to do
I canÂ’t be your man
Cook, clean, iron, pay the water bill, shorty do something
Work with me
I canÂ’t be your man
Ay, pack you shit shorty, IÂ’m droppin yo ass off at yo mami house
Right now

[Verse 3]
One more scenario
Bout another jazzy hoe
That I met on the road
After a show in Ontario
Shorty say she got a man
That donÂ’t really scare me though
But she say he got a temper
So, but what he jealous for
Cause you told him you were cheatin
Hell, well what you tell him for
Shit, what that got to do with Tip
You better let him know
Now she want to let him go
But what for
So you can get with me and keep being a slut hoe
I donÂ’t think so baby better stay where you at
IÂ’m no good for you
Never mind the way that he act
You got a kid and a crib with him
WhatÂ’s better than that
IÂ’m in town for the week you better settle for that

[End Chorus]
I canÂ’t be your man
IÂ’m here for 4 days shorty, 4 days
I canÂ’t change the world
I canÂ’t be your man
He donÂ’t treat you right?
What that gotta do with me?
I canÂ’t be your man
He be cussinÂ’ you out and shit
You cheated on him shorty, can you blame him?
I canÂ’t be your man
You ainÂ’t fend to bring that bullshit to me
I donÂ’t want naan parts of it
I canÂ’t be your man
Look here man
Get that shit out of my face
Kick rocks
I canÂ’t be your man
I ainÂ’t fend to have nothing to do with it
Their will be none of that round here
I canÂ’t be your man
Besides shorty you talk to much
I canÂ’t deal with it
I canÂ’t be your man
You say you work where
Mickey D, get the hell out of here shorty
Man look ay, I canÂ’t deal with it
You got too much baggage with you man
You and little, uh,uh,uh little Opus Cunningham
YÂ’all kick rocks down the damn street
I canÂ’t deal with it shorty
N...,complain...,what..., you ainÂ’t got what?
Shorty when I met you shorty you was barefooted
SittinÂ’ on the railroad track with some straw in yo mouth
What the hell you complaininÂ’ about what you got now
Wh-Wh-What nigga you got steak and eggs right here
IÂ’m sayin, what the business is?
Get the hell out of here man
Ay man you need to show me some appreciation round here
You in the damn living room more than the muthafuckinÂ’ furniture shorty
I canÂ’t deal with that shit man
Get a damn job
Do something for me
Lazy bitch, All the bad bitches in the world and I had to hook up
With the sorriest hoe in America
Why donÂ’t you take the weight off my back every now and then
why donÂ’t you pay a bill
30 damn dollars, the cable bill ainÂ’t but 30 damn dollars shorty
Why donÂ’t you change the..., flip the mattress
Man wash some clothes, change a light bulb
Goddamn shorty, I gotta do every thing round this sumabitch
A lazy bitch, ainÂ’t nothing worse than a lazy bitch shorty wasted talent