Intro:
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(Is Philly in this motherfucker?)
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Yo wassup? You ready son?
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(Pop kick one time) Let's do it
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Uhh (Wooh)
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Uhh (Say what?)
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Verse 1:
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When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trick (Hands in the air)
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You look so good huh (wooh!), I suck on your daddy's dick
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I never felt that way in my wife (That's right)
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It didn't take long before I made you my wife (yeah)
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Got no rings and shit, just my main squeeze
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Come into the crib, even had a set a keys (That's right)
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During the days you helped me bag up my nickels (Come on)
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In the process, I admit, I tricked a little
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But you was my bitch, the one who'd never snitch (That's right)
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Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin rich
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and I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right
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I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you right
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Chorus:
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Just me and my bitch (What)
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Just me and my bitch (What)
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Just me and my bitch, yeah
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Just me and my bitch (My)
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Just me and my bitch (My)
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Just me and my bitch (My)
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Bridge:
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(All the girls with the real hair, yeah) Uhh
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(Just the girls with the real hair, yeah) Uhh
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(Let me hear ya say "Yeah!") *Yeah!*
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(Say "Hell Yeah!") * oh hell yeah*
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Verse 2:
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Moonlight strolls with my hoes, oh no, that's not my steelo
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I wanna bitch that like to play celo and craps
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Packin gats, in a Coach bag steamin dime bags (wooh!)
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A real bitch is all I want, all I ever had
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With a Glock just as strong as me
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Totin guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me (That's right)
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Any place with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil it (That's right)
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One day she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet (yeah)
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Throwin my clothes out the windows (windows)
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so when the wind blows (wind blows)
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I see my Polos and (Timbos)
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Hide my car keys so I can't leave
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A real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve
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And if I deceive (say what?), she won't take it lightly (C'mon)
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She'll invite me (yeah), politely to fight G (yeah)
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(Side to side) And then we lie together (side to side), cry together (side
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to side)
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I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together (yeah c'mon)
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Chorus:
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Just me and my bitch (Just what?)
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Just me and my bitch (side to side)
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Just me and my bitch (All y'all side to side)
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Just me and my bitch (My)
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Just me and my bitch (My)
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C'mon just me and my bitch
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Just, just me and my bitch
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Just me and my bitch (That's all)
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Just me and my bitch
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Just me and my bitch
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Outro:
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Yo, your bitch huh? (Yeah ain't no doubt!)
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(Y'know the ladies is runnin this motherfucker son)
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(The ladies is runnin this motherfucker)
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Now, look at all the real motherfuckin niggas in this motherfucker
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Where the niggas at, wassup?
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(Yo yo Pop, Pop, Pop. Check this out)
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(Yo Biggie, this is what y'all gotta do)
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(I figure somebody got to be runnin somethin
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(So you take the bitches and you take the niggas
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Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold (I ain't takin no bitches, nigga)
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(I'm takin the young ladies, nigga. The fuck you talkin bout)
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Yeah (Awright I'ma take the young ladies, you go see...)
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Aight, I'll take, I'll take the niggas (yeah)
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The real dog niggas (I'm with the niggas too but I want the ladies)
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Whatever, let's see what's up
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(Drop that shit nigga) Yeah
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(C'mon yeah, c'mon yeah)
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Me & My Bitch (Live In Philly)
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Notorious B.I.G. |