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Verse One: Black Rob
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I met her uptown on Dikeland, to heighten
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Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen
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Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books
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The ones who stand firm like gate, nuttin shook
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about them, I doubt them cats waitin for me
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You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the street
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She say, "Yeah, they from over on Mayfair"
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Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down
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I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out
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This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out
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They want beef out here, they gon' get it
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in the worst way, I'ma show em how Black play
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Roll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyes
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I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise
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It's all about the Benjamins, true that be the motto
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Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles
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Runnin, and I ain't lookin back for shit
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Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this
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(I'll get you back)
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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I love you baby No you don't
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You drive me crazy That's right
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I'll never betray thee Uhh
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I love you baby C'mon
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Verse Two: Black Rob (starts rapping during the chorus)
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Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street
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Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak
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I'ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike
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I ain't know the real deal until last night
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How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll
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Used to call my crib to see seventy-four
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Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac
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babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see Black
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when you get home', we never had chance to get up
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And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up
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He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin honey
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Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money
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Funny how it's a small world, baby girl
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Youse about to get, fucked with no jail
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I'ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin
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And plan your extermination, word
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Puff Daddy
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It took a while to peep your style, Miss I-be-in-workin
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Low profile single, house in Staten Island
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and Manhattan while, them same cats
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you sent to get me boo, is on they to get you
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Fuckin witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga
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He a bitch too, they gon' bust his shit too
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Shit's real, you think you gonna set me up
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And get away scot free without some type of injury
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Nah kill it, I'ma flip the script on you
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Same thing you did to me, I'ma do it to you
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Who knew she was the female Rambo
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Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door
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Life is out, snuffed all they mans in
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In the end, she had to be the Last Bitch Standin
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Not for long the buck the forty-four strong
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Just like that she was gone, now it's over
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Assumin I'll go back to my everyday life
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Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic
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Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt
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and admire how the chick went out
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Chorus: repeat to fade
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I Love You Baby
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puff daddy |