Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X

Girl you know that you need
to stop givin me the silent.. treatment baby
Can t you see what you mean to me?
I wanna love you constantlybut you keep neglecting me
And treating me silently

Verse One: BlackThought

YoI had a Queen named Aminaheight 5 7"
Caramel-complectedbody like heaven
Met her through the sister of my man Big Vince
Like some shit from out the flicks we been in love ever since
She called me her chocolate brothaI call her my sugar sista
Knew Shorty could work it since before I ever kissed her
I never dissed herpainted my picture to hit
But because sex she wasn t withshe started flippin an shit
Like"Listen manI m Queen AminaAmina s not no freak and
that game is weak and keep tryin to hit I could quit speakin
Tariq in factyou bein BlackThought don t get ya closer
I dig ya but won t bone ya because I m so-called supposed ta
Most o them wouldbut that couldn t be methat s not my flava
Go home and think about thatmaybe later on I ll page ya..."
I contemplatedand then concluded she was bluffin
Steady pursuin screwingettin nothin but the silent treatment

Chorus (+ "Silently bay-bee" at end)

Verse Two: BlackThought

Crazy frustrationabout my lovin situation
When patience was a virtuebut I wasn t used to waitin
I want some Marvin Gaye healinfeelin is real inside
I slip and slidemy ride ll keep you occupiedI d..
love to get wit it like thatbut my baby s kitty cat s capped
and lockedLove Boat is docked at the shore
And what for? Later for groupies on tour
Why won t my sugar call me no more?
I meanmy Queen gets upsetrejectin and sexually neglect
Then sayin I m more sewer than Das EFXand closed-minded
It s like I m blinded by the skinnin
I m into women; because of thatthis one s into communication
Temptation played the vandalfreakin my brainmy mind
Rippin the handle on physically scandalous acts
Yo! She knew what I wantedbut she fronted
... bust it

Chorus

Verse Three: BlackThought

Well umm
Movin right along with the songplus the strong
feelings on my minddesire to intertwine
Combine and blendbaby bust a message that I send
Ain t no need to pretendcause shit is real til the end
I provide a place to hide from crimehard times
and livin trifewhile I open ya mindyou re in my life
like loveit ain t no way no one can rise above what s real
That s why I m feelin like you re makin me bugged
I puff an El on fifty deuce while I walk in the rain
Heart feelin killa pain while I hop the train
Dial her number to the restand ain t no messages left
Regardlessmy chest thumps from stressyo it s a mess
I don t know what I got to do to make you understand
I m for real and that s no questionno frontin or no guessin
Undressincarressinin the spanthat I contain in my hand
could touch and make you say that I m such a man
and call my nameso let me set your body aflame
I ll never treat you like a dame or run game
Now who s to blame?
I know you re not a hoe for niggaz with a lot of dough
But I just wanted you to know

Chorus (+ "silently" at end)

Chorus 1/2 (+ "silentlysi-lent-ly" at end)

*whistling of music fades away*

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