Verse One:      I met this girl, when I was ten years old   And what I loved most she had so much soul   She was old school, when I was just a shorty   Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me   ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular   Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her   But I respected her, she hit me in the heart   A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park   But she was there for me, and I was there for her   Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her   and just cool out, cool out and listen to her   Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her   Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be   because we related, physically and mentally   And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around   Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground   Original, pure untampered and down sister   Boy I tell ya, I miss her      Verse Two:      Now periodically I would see   ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties   She didn't have a body but she started gettin thick quick   DId a couple of videos and became afrocentric   Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions   She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence   About my people she was teachin me   By not preachin to me but speakin to me   in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached   She dug my rap, that's how we got close   But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool   Cause around the same time, I went away to school   And I'm a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way   She probably get her money in L.A.   And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul   She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style   She said, afrocentricity, was of the past   So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz   Now black music is black music and it's all good   I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood   Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded   I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit   Just havin fun, not worried about anyone   And you could tell, by how her titties hung      Verse Three:      I might've failed to mention that this chick was creative   But once the man got you well he altered her native   Told her if she got an image and a gimmick   that she could make money, and she did it like a dummy   Now I see her in commercials, she's universal   She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle   Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip   And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city   Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches   Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches   Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk   Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk   Stressin how hardcore and real she is   She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz   I did her, not just to say that I did it   But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it   That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her   I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer   But I'ma take her back hopin that the shit stop   Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop