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 constantly, but you keep neglecting me 

And treating me silently 



Verse One: BlackThought 



Yo, I had a Queen named Amina, height 5'7" 

Caramel-complected, body 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 brotha, I call her my sugar sista 

Knew Shorty could work it since before I ever kissed her 

I never dissed her, painted my picture to hit 

But because sex she wasn't with, she started flippin an' shit 

Like, "Listen man, I'm Queen Amina, Amina's not no freak and 

that game is weak and keep tryin to hit I could quit speakin 

Tariq in fact, you 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 would, but that couldn't be me, that's not my flava 

Go home and think about that, maybe later on I'll page ya..." 

I contemplated, and then concluded she was bluffin 

Steady pursuin screwin, gettin nothin but the silent treatment 



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



Verse Two: BlackThought 



Crazy frustration, about my lovin situation 

When patience was a virtue, but I wasn't used to waitin 

I want some Marvin Gaye healin, feelin is real inside 

I slip and slide, my ride'll keep you occupied, I'd.. 

love to get wit it like that, but my baby's kitty cat's capped 

and locked, Love Boat is docked at the shore 

And what for? Later for groupies on tour 

Why won't my sugar call me no more? 

I mean, my Queen gets upset, rejectin and sexually neglect 

Then sayin I'm more sewer than Das EFX, and closed-minded 

It's like I'm blinded by the skinnin 

I'm into women; because of that, this one's into communication 

Temptation played the vandal, freakin my brain, my mind 

Rippin the handle on physically scandalous acts 

Yo! She knew what I wanted, but she fronted 

... bust it 



Chorus 



Verse Three: BlackThought 



Well umm 

Movin right along with the song, plus the strong 

feelings on my mind, desire to intertwine 

Combine and blend, baby bust a message that I send 

Ain't no need to pretend, cause shit is real til the end 

I provide a place to hide from crime, hard times 

and livin trife, while I open ya mind, you're in my life 

like love, it 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 rest, and ain't no messages left 

Regardless, my chest thumps from stress, yo 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 question, no frontin or no guessin 

Undressin, carressin, in the span, that I contain in my hand 

could touch and make you say that I'm such a man 

and call my name, so 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 (+ "silently, si-lent-ly" at end) 



*whistling of music fades away*