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Baby, you better quit, umm Well, keep on doin' whatcha doin', yeah Feels so good to me, girl Keep on doin' whatcha doin', lady Ooh, you feel so good to me Girl, I went to see my doctor and he told me Well, from your lovin' I've got to stay away He told me to let you go for my heart can't stand much mo' And there oughta be a law against lovin' a man this way Aww, but I can't get enough of your lovin', no, Lord And my need keeps getting stronger every day Girl, I've got just one life to live and a lotta love to give and give And let it be known that I ain't ashamed to say You've got my soul on fire (on fire) Don't you ever stop it, baby, what you doin' to me Girl, now you've got my soul on fire (on fire) Oh, yeah, baby, baby I like it, like it, like it, baby, like it, hey, girl When it comes to lovin', you're one of a kind Satisfaction guaranteed, every doggone time, whoa, baby You ain't got to worry about me ever leaving you 'Cause they ain't made a woman, yet that can do the things you do Oh, oh When you press your sweet lips to mine, oh baby My blood starts boiling and my temperature starts to rise Girl, I shudder, baby, and I ain't ashamed to admit it And even if it kills me, girl, I don't want you to quit it You've got my soul on fire, oh yeah, baby (on fire) I like it, I like it, like it, like it You've got my soul on fire (on fire) Ho, fire, aw, baby I like it, like it, like it, like it, like it, baby, oh, baby Ooh, girl, I like it Ooh, ooh, woo, woo, woo Don't stop, Lord, don't stop, I like it Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, baby When you put your loving arms around me Girl, my mind, body and soul you control (you control) I'm your puppet on a string, hey, and one more thing Woman, your love is too hot to hold You've got my, my soul on fire (on fire) Oh, baby, baby, I like it, like it, like it, like it You've got my soul on fire (on fire) Oh, yeah, heh, heh, my baby I like it, like it, like it, you've got my soul on fire (on fire) Hey, don't you ever stop it, baby, don't you stop it Baby, now you've got my soul on fire (on fire) Oh, yeah Baby, oh, baby (on fire) Don't you stop it, baby Better move your hair, oh yeah

Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day Adolescence working for small pay World so little he could never leave his block His home bullet riddled so he always need his Glock He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school There's no diploma that can break you from the coma Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry On the corner hyenas amongst me Yapping about the stories they be hearing, always swearing Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing Caught up in the silk web of material Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning Mothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their head in disbelief And no relief came till I aimed And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops And cops watch innocent niggas roaming flocks Romanism in tops, papers and knots Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot To get money knots some funny niggas act like They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle When the devils uncivil society and die free With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces Children molested within these pest infested buildings Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling "Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto